#Dave is NOT okay PLEASE give him hugs

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Pokémon: Heart of Gold Edition

(A Dave and Bambi x Pokémon crossover fanfic thingie)

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CHAPTER 1: SPECIAL PRESENT

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> Log entry #1 - Date: 6-12-2X15 - Location: Dave's House

 A few months after the festival, in the middle of Fort Geraldson...

There was a big blue house, with gates all around the sides and the backyard. Out of the many residents, 3 were the most notable: Dave, a twenty-six-year-old ex-algebra teacher, who is in a wheelchair because he lost his legs below the knees in an accident.

Dave’s adopted son, Tristan, a newly turned ten-year-old with weirdly shaped eyes and hair that is the word "hair" spelled out on top of his head.

Last but not least Bambi, a short-tempered, stubborn, stupid, but genuine and honest farmer, he has a Brazilian accent as he speaks Portuguese but he speaks in broken English around Dave, Tristan, and their friends, he has two floating hands with no arms, he sits at two feet tall, and is thirty-six years old

They were celebrating a special day, for the special boy known as Tristan. His birthday had been recent, and the way he chose to celebrate was with some of his friends, namely Spike, Playrobot, and Ruby Man. They were all outside having fun while playing tag, the sounds of their laughter (and Spike's playful insults) could be heard from inside the house, filling Dave's heart with warmth, it's been a few months since his last… incident, specifically, the one that happened at Tristan's 9th birthday.

1 year ago…

Dave wheeled to the open front door to shout, "Kids! Come on in, it's almost time!" The group stopped playing and immediately raced to the door.

Before they entered, Samuel, Dave's green alien friend stood in the way, holding a finger up, "No running, you kids could fall and get very hurt, we don't want that to happen to the birthday boy or any of his friends, okay?" He told them monotonously.

The group of kids, which consisted of Tristan, Spike, Diamond Man, and Playrobot sighed, but they all nodded with an "Okaaaay…" 

Sam nodded with a smile, stepping aside to let them enter. They were chatting at the table, speculating about what type of presents Tristan would get. Dave was in another room, so the details of their conversation were fuzzy, but he could remember that they were hyper.

After a few minutes, Dave got ready, came out, and wheeled towards the table while holding the cake out, its lit candles were shaped like the number 9, the kids quieted themselves as Dave took in a breath and began singing

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"Happy Birthday-" He didn't notice it because he had his eyes closed, but Dave had been teleported somewhere, in the middle of his singing, so when he opened his eyes, he saw that he was in an entirely different, yet horrifyingly familiar place, "To… you?" 

He looked around, his vision was filled with 3D geometrical shapes floating aimlessly, that nightmarish grayish-red sky. He was in the dreaded 3D realm, a place he wanted to forget. He shakily looked up at the sky, and saw a symbol in the shape of a lizard-like eye…

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His flashbacks were cut off when someone spoke to him with a familiar Brazilian accent "Yo Dave, are you alright?" The person asked.

Dave jolted in his wheelchair, looking beside him, it was just Bambi, "Oh my god, you scared the digits out of me, Bambi," Dave said, sighing with relief that it was Bambi.

"Ah. Sorry Dave, but you were staring at wall, and you look sad," Bambi told him in his broken English.

Dave chuckled, putting on a half-genuine smile, Bambi's too gullible to tell the difference between a real one and a fake one anyway.

"Yeah, I'm just tired, been working real hard on Tristan's presents, and hiding them. He always tries to sneak his presents before Christmas, or his birthday." Dave crossed his arms.

Last year, he had gotten 10 presents for Tristan's 9th birthday, but the rascal stole them all the day before. Thankfully, Tristan didn't open any of the presents, and despite the stress it caused, it was fun, teaching him that he reeeeaallly needs to work on tuning his wheelchair. 

"But other than being nervous that Tristan won't like these gifts, I'm fine. How are things holding up for you?" Dave asked, “Are you going to bring anything?”

Bambi nodded rapidly, "Yeah! I bringing my quiche!" he announced. Dave almost gasped, but he did a "pog" face instead, due to Bambi's quiche being famous, at least in this friend group.

Bambi's. Quiche. Is. THE best thing in the world, Dave swears it is.

He was unsure if that was okay to bring to a birthday party though, Dave asked this out loud, to which Bambi simply answered; "Well, 1. People like my quiche, even though I don't like it much, and 2. Your stomach is bad at sweets, I remember you tell me that." Ah, he did, Dave blushed a little, it was a little embarrassing that Bambi just– said it with no hesitation, but he was right.

"Awww, thanks Bambi, you didn't have to, I appreciate it," Dave said with an actual genuine smile.

Bambi smiled back, his hands on his hips, "No problem, Dave. Well, I going to go back to waiting for quiche be done, I bet you have many birthday thing to do, bye Dave!" He waved, and Dave waved back before Bambi turned and left.

Dave smiled for a bit longer before it slipped to a slight frown, he hoped that the incident wouldn’t happen again, and if it does, he hoped it won’t be in front of Tristan. He doesn't know if he’d drag Tristan to the 3D realm with him again. God, that… that thing in his dreams turned out to be real. He still remembers what it looked like, it was some corrupted reflection of him, only its skin was black, its 'clothes' were inverted to be red instead of his blue, and instead of regular eyes, all it had was 1 (one) lizard-like eye. He doesn't know why, but seeing it in person for the first time sent the worst chills down his spine.

Dave shook his head, he didn't need to linger on it, he needed to keep those memories locked away for the safety of his child, and hopefully keep him away from that horrible prophecy.

He sighed, leaning back in his wheelchair, 'Man, who knew that the consequences for trying to get rid of this world-destroying curse would be this bad.' He thought bitterly, a laugh escaping his lips for a second before he stopped, sagging down further, "That… wasn't funny." He laughed again, he couldn't help it, his situation would make anyone else insane, the only reason he has a drop of sanity left is his son…

'That's right, I shouldn't be so down right now, I have my son’s birthday to take care of.' 

Dave was reinvigorated with the determination to keep his child safe and happy. After all, making sure Tristan knew he was loved is what this special present is for.

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The sun had almost set, and the kids were playing Mario Kart inside, Dave was watching over them from the kitchen, and Diamond Man was watching behind the couch. The last lap ended with Tristan in 1st place, despite Playrobot being the best (Tristan 2nd best). Spike stood up and pointed at Playrobot, "You let Tristan win, didn't you?" His accusation didn’t have any actual bite.

"Tristan won through skill and luck," She denied with a smile. 

Spike crossed his arms with a pout, "Don't give me that shi-" He suddenly felt dread crawl up his spine, feeling the gaze of a father deep in his soul making him freeze, "Uh- uh lie, I mean lie." He corrected with sweat dripping down his forehead. He caught himself before he swore, and felt the pressure go away immediately, man, adults are scary.

"Why are you complaining about letting people win when you were dead last?" Tristan interjected, a neutral expression on his face.

Spike let out a 'ghk' sound, a hint of red fading in his cheeks, "That's beside the point, nerd, the bot let you win 'cause you're the birthday boy!" Spike exclaimed. 

"Or because you suck," D-Man's loud voice cut in with a smirk.

"That's it-" Spike stood up, giving chase with a furious expression, "I'll *show you* who sucks!" Spike yelled.

Diamond Man ran away from Spike effortlessly, being tall and lanky has its advantages, such as being able to run really fast, "C'mon dude, you've never ever caught me in tag, how are you gonna get me-"

"Kids!" Dave's call made them stop, "It's tiiime!~"

"CAAAAAKE!!!!" And they all rushed in.

"Whoever's last is the rotten egg!" said Spike. Dave shook his head with a smile, kids, am I right?

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(Playrobot is last, she was forced to wear the rotten egg hat :pensive:)

Dave prepared himself before entering the kitchen from the closet with the cake in hand, the wick on the number 10-shaped candle lit. Putting on his best smile, the kids waited in silence, man he's so nervous- good nervous, but nervous. He's been taking care of Tristan nearly since he was born, and to still have him with him for birthdays is enough to almost break him down into tears. He took a shaky breath, setting the cake down to wipe the tears welling up. Once he was ready, he picked the cake back up and turned the lights off.

"Happy birthday to you~" Dave softly sang as he entered the room, revealing the cake for everyone to see. It was a pretty big cake, decorated with soft gold-colored frosting, swirls of red frosting framed the edges, a giant gold heart sitting just left of the center, a candle shaped like the number 1 lay flat beside it, and red icing written out to say 'Happy Birthday Tristan'.

(DRAWN BY @mintyfreshartist)

It was safe to say that this cake was decorated with the utmost care in the entire world. "Happy birthday to you!~" Dave repeated, wheeling closer to the table at a slow pace, he could practically feel his heart swell 18459308495034 times bigger than before!!!

"Happy birthday dear my sooooonnn~" He placed the cake on the table as he ended the note.

"Happy birthday to yooooouuuu~" Dave repeated one final time, a big, stupid smile on his face. Tristan stared in awe at the cake, his heart speeding up as he could just- just- feel the love poured into this birthday specifically. 

Tristan felt himself being nudged, he looked to his side, and looked up to Spike smiling softly, "Come on nerd, make your wish already." He whispered. Tristan nodded and looked back to the cake, closing his eyes, thinking up his wish…

'Thank you, to whoever heard my wish last year, dad's been so much happier than the last few birthdays, he also seems less tired, and although he’s busy building something, he doesn't appear to overwork himself anymore… also don't tell anyone I said that.' Tristan opened his eyes, taking in a deep breath. 'This year though, whatever he was building, he wouldn’t let me see, he always said it was a surprise for later, but it would be soon. Anyways, I'm grateful for having such an awesome dad, awesome friends, and an awesome life, there's nothing better I could wish for.' Tristan blew out all the candles, signaling he was done with his wish of sorts.

Dave plucked all the candles from the cake, setting them aside, and he cut Tristan a slice of cake, while Bambi arrived a little late. It was evident that his quiche was fresh from the oven, as it was still steaming hot. Tristan thanked Bambi for making it, and that he was glad Bambi was here with more food. Cake and quiche for a birthday, at least it was a good quiche, Bambi appreciated all of the praise he got from it. 

Dave ate half a plate of the quiche, god knows how his stomach would react if he took only two tiny bites of cake, so he didn't serve himself any. He left the kitchen to get Tristan's presents. There were 4 this time around instead of 10, but what he got was:

A Giratina plush

Super Smash Bros Ultimate

Pokémon Scarlet

And a drone (He loves drones)

All the things a young boy could wish for.

Tristan was super happy about the gifts he got, hugging his dad so hard he almost popped, all that sappy stuff.

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> Location: The 3D Realm - [̶̡̺̬̟̯̺͎̯͗͋̉D̸̢̦̱̞͒̿̋̈́̾A̷͈̎̈́͆T̴̛͖͇Ã̸̛̦̦͈̿̊̃͛̽ ̴̨̨̤̤͙͎͌͋͒̑Ë̶̢̡̹͉̩͎̮́̀X̵̢͖̪̙͓̉P̴̢̦͑̋̿̄̎̆̕U̵̱̺͑̉̃̏N̵͙̲̹͈̞̞͒̿͋̒́̄̂͜ͅG̶̮͕̈́̑E̸̳̯͕̐͌̒̿̆̀D̵͔̖̖͉̈́̌̋̂̓́͝͝]̶̭͙̫̄'̶̠̗̗̙̞͚̠̽̀͊̋̊̂͝s̴̩̱̲͙͖͆͒̆́̓̐̀͛ ̴̺͈͈̀̌̇̓ chunk - <INTERMISSION>

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After their inspiration, they were dubbed “Bambi minions.” She had a wicked grin on his face 24/7, spreading wide enough to go from one hypothetical ear to the next, skin as black as the night sky, and what appeared to be her clothes, were blood red, consisting of cones and cylinders. To top it all off, she had an unusual eye, a lizard-like eye. Though he was always plotting his next move, he felt… Different today, like something major was happening, and before she knew it, she whispered out [HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GOLDEN NUSIANCE]

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> Location: Dave's house - Time: 9:51 PM

It was time for everyone visiting Dave's House to leave, they were tired from playing all day, and cleaning up their mess, they wanted to go back home to sleep, and as they all left Dave called Tristan to the living room, figuring it was to tell Tristan to get ready to go to bed and stuff, he went there.

"Son, you know that project I've been working on and didn't let you see what I was working on?" Dave asked with his hands behind his back. 

Tristan raised an eyebrow, tilting his head a little, "Yeah, why?" Why was Dave bringing this up now? 

"Well… I've finished it, and I was planning on saving it for your 10th birthday!" Dave said, feeling warm inside when Tristan gasped excitedly, his face lighting up with a big smile. 

"REALLY!?" He almost squeaked in disbelief. 

Dave nodded, showing Tristan his hands. It was a square pyramid the size of an orange in one hand, a big remote in the other, "I call this one the ‘Inter-Universal Dislocator’, or IUD, I may change it to something else in the future, but using a few my special powers, we can go to any world we want!" Dave explained, Tristan lit up at the mention of "Any world we want.” Dave went on to continue "Exce-"

"CAN WE GO TO THE POKÉMON UNIVERSE!?!?!?" Tristan nearly screeched the boy was damn near vibrating with energy from excitement.

Dave chuckled at his son's energy, but… as much as Dave liked Pokémon (He and Tristan went Pokémon Go-ing together sometimes), he was, unfortunately going to have to tell Tristan that it was just fiction, and a world like that doesn't exist… If he had the heart to. 

Dave instead decided to indulge Tristan just this once, "Hmm… Okay! We can try it out!" Dave placed the Pyramid away from any objects, and his remote turned into a keyboard. "Alright Tristan, stay back!" Dave warned, and Tristan listened. Dave began to type.

"I'M GONNA GO GET SOME STUFF IN A BAG BE RIGHT BACK," Tristan ran off to his room to do what he said.

Dave chuckled, wishing he could be as excited as Tristan. He began typing...

> awaiting command

>open portal from ███,███ to ███,███

Dave was expecting it to fail when he hit enter…

>command processing

Awaiting power to begin creating the portal

What?

Did- was- was this real? Dave gripped the two handles and began using his powers with slow control.

>Absorbing power…

10%

'No way this was actually working,' Dave denied, but he pressed on, watching the percent increase…

20%

50%

90%

100%

>Power requirement completed, creating portal.

Dave stopped immediately, 5 minutes of pure concentration was exhausting, he needed to take a breather. It was shortly after that when space distorted the area in front of them contorting it into a spiral, time around them gripped the swirl of space, and ripped it into a hole, opening a blue portal above the pyramid, everything behind it seemed like there wasn't a scratch thankfully but… 'Holy polynomial, it worked? It WORKED!? Is- Is Pokémon a real universe? What? I-'

Dave's existential crisis was cut off by Tristan, "WOAH, DAD THIS IS SUCH A COOL PRESENT!!" He tackled Dave into a hug, almost knocking him off his wheelchair, "I LOVE YOU SO MUCH DAD, YOU'RE THE COOLEST!!!"

"Tristan, wait!" Ah- tangent, the words left his mouth too late, Tristan ran off, bag in hand.

No matter, it was time to see if this is real or not. Dave wheeled up to the portal, using the springs he built in his wheelchair to let him jump into the portal.

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> Location: The Pokemon World - Region: Sinnoh, Route unknown

A portal opened up in the middle of the forest, and out stepped two humans, Tristan, and Dave. Dave immediately placed a 2nd pyramid below the manifested portal to ensure stabilization. As he took in his surroundings, he could hardly believe his eyes.

Dave saw Pokémon, real Pokémon in-person.

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> Location: Dave's house

Bambi was still hanging around Dave's house, he passed out in Tristan's room and only woke up due to a loud noise somewhere else. He was all pissy that his nap was interrupted, rubbing his eyes, and grumbling in Portuguese. He found it strange that no one was around, not even the owner or his son. So Bambi wandered the house, calling for anybody until he stumbled into the living room, eyes finding the still-active portal.

"What… The fuck?" Bambi murmured to himself, approaching the portal, "Did Dave make this?" He said before he stepped too close and got sucked into the portal. 

He was midway into transportation when he saw something on the other side, Dave and Tristan! He was almost there before Dave shut the portal behind them, trapping Bambi in the middle of transport.

A sudden, unexplained terror struck through Bambi's heart, his hands glowed white, rainbow flames coating his hand, instinctively making a slicing motion in the air, a long, thin shockwave flew from the motion a short distance before it dissipated, a portal tore itself into existence right before him, perfect for him to fall through.

Where he'd end up would be completely different from where Dave and Tristan were…

> Location: Hoenn.

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#dave and bambi #pokemon #my writing #I am NOT tagging every character #Sorry pokemon fandom if you come across this #i recommend reading the ao3 version it has better formatting and grnmmdmcfmmg #I'M STILL HYPER ABOUT THE CAKE AAAA I LOVE IT #Dave is NOT okay PLEASE give him hugs #Also please leave criticism either here or in ao3 comments grhdjkfgm

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I’m Alright- Lando Norris X Reader

Summary: You are Landos wife and you went to watch the Vegas GP. Yours and Landos daughter is also with you. But you didn’t expect the crash to happen it leaves you to worry about everything.

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y/n norris posted on instagram!

y/nnorris✔️: as you can see lily is very excited to watch her daddy race today. and ofc it’s just lan being lan in the second picture- tagged landonorris

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danielricciardo✔️: Little Norris is in the paddock everyone !!

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mclaren✔️: little lily norris our personal favorite of the family 🧡

charlesleclerc✔️: LILY I MISS U

landonorris✔️: got my lucky charms today :) my favorite girls

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ln4✔️: Miss Lily 🥰🫶🏻

lewishamilton✔️: what a cutie

landonorris✔️: my baby girl 🥺

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Your POV

“Daddy are you gonna win” Lily said. “I don’t know baby” Lando said picking lily up. “If you win can we get ice cream” she said I smiled. “With extra sprinkles” Lando said. “Yes.. because sprinkles are for winners” Lily said I laughed.

“We can get ice cream baby” I said. “Mommy with waffles” Lily said. “Waffles.. Lily” I asked. “Yeah like daddy’s favorite ones” Lily said. “I think I have some” Lando said looking around for his waffles. He then found his little bag of stroop waffles.

“Can I have one” she said. “Of course love” he said she took one out of the bag. He then set her down. “Mama here” she said giving me one. “Oh thank you baby” I said taking one. “Alright lily daddy’s gotta get in his race car” Lando said bending down to her. “Okay daddy good luck” she said he hugged her.

“I love you so very much” he said she kissed his cheek. “I love you too daddy” she said. “Alright baby let’s get our headsets” I said. “Excuse me Mommy you forgot about me” Lando said. I hugged him and kissed him. “I love you so much” I said.

“I love you more Y/N .. I’ll see you after the race” Lando said. We took our seats and looked at the monitors. Lily sat in my lap as we got ready to watch the race. Lily waved to Lando as he drove out of the garage. This was her second race she watched in person.

“You ready” I said. She pointed at the screen. “Daddy’s gonna win” she said I smiled. “I think so too” I said. “Lily are you excited” Zak asked. “Yes I like that car” she said pointing to the red Ferrari. “That’s uncle Charles” I said. “Cha” she said smiling. “Yes cha” I said.

We watched the race begin. Lando was moving up positions a little bit. He then came over the radio at one point.

“Hi lily baby I love you” Lando said over the radio. She smiled. “I love you” she said back. he laughed. We kept watching. But I saw Lando hit something and spin off. So I quickly covered Lily’s eyes. Zak tried to stand in front so she wouldn’t see.

“Lando are you okay” Dave said over the radio and he said nothing. I teared up. Please be okay. We need you. “Lando are you okay” Dave repeated. “.. ahh.. Yeah I’m .. okay” Lando said.

“Mommy what’s going on” Lily said. “Daddy spun off it’s okay” I said. “Daddy are you okay” Lily said. “I’m okay baby it’s alright” Lando said. We then waited for Lando to come back to the garage.

They wanted to get him checked out just to be safe. So he got up in the ambulance.

“Mommy is daddy okay” Lily said. “Yeah come on Lily” Lando said. We got into the ambulance and went to the hospital. Lando held her hand the whole way there. She was a little bit nervous.

Later on..

Lando got checked out and everything was okay. We waited in the room at the hospital. Lily had fallen asleep with her head on my lap.

“She didn’t see that right” Lando said. “No.. I covered her eyes” I said. “I was just worried about her and you” he said. “I was so worried too” I said. “It was scary even more so knowing she was watching” Lando said. “Yeah” I said softly as Lily snored. Lando chuckled.

“She snores like you” Lando said. “Oh I know she had a busy day” I said. “She’s so precious how’d we make such a cutie” Lando said. “I know I came believe she’ll be five soon” I said. “I kinda miss the baby phase” Lando said.

“Oh you do” I said. “Yeah I do now she’s a little independent” Lando said. “Well good news is we’ll have another baby in like nine months so” I said. “Really” Lando said smiling. “Mmmh” I said. “Come here” Lando said.

Lily then woke up.

“Daddy” Lily said waking up and going over to Lando. “Hi lovey” Lando said holding her. “Lily guess what” I said sitting on the bed with them. “What” Lily said. “You are gonna be a big sister” Lando said. “Really I am” she said smiling. “Yes you might get a sister or a brother” I said.

“Yay… I want a baby brother” Lily said. “You do” I said. “Yeah or sister” she said smiling. “Are you excited then” I asked. “Yes but where do babies come from” Lily said. Lando and I looked at each other. “Uhhh well mommy carries the baby in here” Lando said pointing to my stomach.

“Did she eat it” Lily said I laughed. “No no honey” I said. “Oh so it’s magic” Lily asked. “Yes it’s magic lily” Lando said. “That’s cool” Lily said hugging me. “Yes it is” I said. “I can’t wait” Lily said super excited. “Do you think mommy will have a boy or girl” Lando said.

“Ummmm.. I don’t know I hope a boy or a girl” Lily said. “We can decorate a room too what do you think” I said. “I wanna help” Lily said. “Of course you can mommy and daddy will need help” Lando said. “Okay” Lily said.

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chloe at all-stars before the fic

- her number is 11 (hehe)

- she is obviously her brothers celebrity captain

- when they’re all coming out she’s got a pep in her step as dave announces her team, “and so not only is this the first time having two brothers be co-captains but also their celebrity coach is their sister, award winning singer and songwriter, chloe hughes!”

- a lot of her fans are there and cheering her on as well, “hi everyone!”

- jack and quinn are talking and she leans over to them, “you do realize everyone can hear you right now?”

- this is going on while tate is making their pick and all you can hear is her laughing at her best friend

- before they pick nikita, chloe has some words to say, “for the record i think our team should’ve been team petey featuring the hughes’ but that’s just me.”

- quinn slapped her arm, “what? petey’s left out”

- she obviously makes the first pick, “anyways with our first pick of the evening, we are going with, from the tampa bay lightning, nikita kucherov!”

- I think she was more excited about getting all of quinn’s teammates then either jack and quinn

- during their second/third pick, chloe grins at her older brother, “are you playing d or center, quinny?”

- “we proudly select, no offense to any of the goalies here, but my favorite goaltender of all time, thatcher demko!”

- all the canucks players and jesper give her a hug when they go up

- “team pettersson feat. the hughes siblings needs 10 more minutes, please.”

- “chloe what seems to be the issue over here? are you guys arguing?”

- “yeah it’s like I’m at home. no um, there’s too many good hockey players and all three of these guys up here know I know my hockey stuff so they’re letting me have a say.”

- she loves all of her brothers teammates so she’s so glad she was able to get them drafted to her team

- jesper is one of her favorites from the devils so she’s all giddy when she gets to see him

- she lets petey get brock and then is sad when they have to send him back, “brock this wasn’t my idea okay, I would’ve picked you a lot earlier if I could”

- she gives him heart hands as he skates away

- when they can pick again she pushes the three out of the way, “from the vancouver canucks, i am very proud to select brock boeser!”

- when brock comes back he takes chloe’s mic and looks at quinn, “at least chloe stood up for me”

- the arena is finding the hughes banter funny and the girlies at home are eating her and the players interactions up

- when tate picks elias, chloe looks over at her, “you ruined my plan!”

- “hey he was on my team first!”

- “chloe how are you feeling about your guys’ team”

- “oh we’re in heaven right now. i’ve got my brothers, i’ve got my canucks, and not to mention all of the other great guys on this team. oh yeah, we know who we’re picking! who wants to- petey you do it.”

- jack’s interview is so sweet, “um drafting a team with my brother and my sister is pretty unreal, I mean I was really surprised when not only she said she was going to be here but um then we found out she was gonna be on our team, it was pretty cool. and it was nice to draft with her especially since she’s got that hockey knowledge so yeah. i love her and yeah it was just pretty cool to be there with the two of them”

- he slung an arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his side

- quinns interview was the same, obviously having to mention her as well, “like jack said, it’s pretty cool being up here with, chlo and um it’s not every day that we get to see each other.”

- after that she snuck off to stand with tate as they did their joint interview

- “I noticed you guys are pretty close, we heard you two talking and saw you guys waving to each other”

- tate: “yeah we met- oh I don’t even remember when we met it was so long ago. I think she had come out to record something with me and yeah. she’s one of my best friends and I’m glad I wasn’t the only girl up here tonight”

- chloe: “like tate said, she’s one of my best friends and sorry I’m gonna take a moment to brag about her” she looked over at the other four, specifically frank cuz she knew him, “sorry guys! she’s amazing, her songs and everything. I don’t think I regret going out to see her”

- when frank pulls out the card with her face she almost screams, but controls it a little, “frankie!!”

- they know each other because of trevor so obviously they hug when he makes his way over there

- at the end they talk to her again, “so how do you feel being up here and drafting a team with your brothers?”

- chloe gets so emotional, “it’s really really cool. I love them so much and since they started in the nhl and I started my music I don’t get to see them much so being here is amazing for me. a lot of people don’t know that I’m their sister and know a lot about hockey so it’s nice when we get to show them that. they’re amazing hockey players, lukey too. oh I wish lukey was here, we miss you luke! anyways it’s so great to see how far they’ve come in the past years, I’m really proud of them”

- “how are you feeling about this team?”

- “oh I love my team, are you kidding? with frank here now, I almost feel like I just started a group chat and texted all of them asking if they wanted to come play hockey with me.”

- “what do you love about this team?”

- “I love that it looks scarily similar to my fantasy hockey team… just kidding my fantasy hockey team has pasta, and connor, and bedsy, and oh sorry am I bragging? just kidding I just love the fact that it looks like a winning team. like look at these guys”

- she joins the two for a couple of interviews and then the three of them go out for dinner

- when they are playing, she’s in the bench cheering them on ofc, taking pictures with all of the guys

- she takes a picture of her and frank and sends it to trevor

- she performs at intermission with tate

- they perform exes, greedy, and all-american bitch (no swearing of course)

- trevor watches the game just to see her perform :)

#sunnyluneicebound #trevor x chloe #chloe hughes #tz11 #trevor zegras #quinn hughes #jack hughes #hockey #nhl #vancouver canucks

[allmoshnobrain]

𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

dave mustaine x spoiled!reader | word count: 997

✦ summary: You always loved your boyfriend's beautiful hair, so he finally lets you braid it for the first time.

✦ on this fic: dave mustaine x reader, +18, romance, fluff, smut mentioned/implied, age gap (r is in their middle twenties, dave is around his 40s)

✦ a/n: This idea just popped randomly in my head and I just had to write about it. It's shorter than the fics I usually post here, but I intend to make this a series where you can read all of the fics together or read them as one shots as well, so prompts and suggestions for future parts are more than welcome! Hope you guys like it 🖤

You had always been crazy about your boyfriend's hair. Those long, silky, ginger locks of his were the first thing that caught your eye when you first met, and they'd been driving you wild ever since. No surprises how you loved playing with it in the morning, him hugging you with his face buried in your chest. Or how you loved giving his scalp a gentle rub while zoning out to TV together, his head chilling on your lap until he crashed (being a rockstar takes it out of you, right?). And, let's not forget about running your fingers through his hair, pulling him in for a slow, sweet kiss as he took his sweet time fucking you before bed. He would even let you wash it for him sometimes when you were both soaking in the tub, you sitting on his lap with your legs around his waist — and yeah, that also sometimes ended up with you two fucking, but who's complaining?

"Come on, babe? Just this once!" you pleaded, cozied up in your boyfriend's lap, perched on one of his legs. His sturdy hand gripped your waist, keeping you grounded. He arched an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips, and you threw in a pout for good measure. "I swear you'll look so damn good. Pretty please?"

You'd been on a mission to get Dave to let you braid his hair for the past couple of days. Ever since you both watched a movie about Vikings, you got hooked on those rugged, long-haired warriors and couldn't shake the idea of trying one of their styles on him. You even hit up the bookstore for a couple of hair styling mags to up your game, but Dave wasn't exactly jumping on the excitement train.

"Why don't you rock the braids on your own hair? It'd look pretty damn awesome," he suggested, genuine affection lacing his words, even though you could tell he was just trying to throw you off your mission.

"Not the same thing! My hair's not as cool as yours," you pouted, giving him those puppy eyes. "Plus, I'm curious how you'd rock it. Pretty, pretty please?"

Dave chuckled, catching your chin in his hand and planting a sweet kiss on your lips. In his eyes, you were downright adorable, even if you got a bit bratty when things didn't go your way. He figured he was to blame for spoiling you rotten. He looked into your eyes, seeing frustration and maybe a hint of tears welling up, and sighed. He knew he needed to have that chat with you again – the one about how you couldn’t always get everything you wanted from him. Yet, he also knew you'd forget about it sooner than later. Well, that could wait for another time. He didn't mind bending over backward to make you happy. It was what made him happiest, giving you whatever you wanted, however you wanted it, as far as he could swing it.

"Alright, dove. I'll give it a shot, but just this once. Deal?" he planted a soft kiss on your cheek, and you lit up like a Christmas tree. He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes, then leaned in closer to your ear and whispered, "But you owe me a reward later, with that pretty mouth of yours."

"Okay, okay, thank you!" you squealed, wrapping your arms around his neck and almost toppling over from his lap. You knew exactly what he meant by a reward, but you didn’t care — you, too, actually loved giving him whatever he wanted, however he wanted it.

You dashed off to your room, grabbing the magazines, combs, and hair products in a hurry. Dave patiently waited on the couch, and his eyes softened with the most tender smile when you returned, hands full of your tools and the biggest, happiest grin on your face.

You dumped the stuff on the couch, standing in front of him, humming with joy as you grabbed a strand of his hair, doing your best to follow the instructions in the magazine you'd left open on the seat. Dave rested his hands on your hips, his thumbs making soothing circles on your soft skin while a small smile played on his lips.

Braiding his hair turned out to be a breeze; it was really soft, and you had a blast doing it. You went for a simple braid, starting from above his left ear and trailing a bit towards the back of his head before cascading down to the ends of his hair.

"So? How's the new look?" he asked, a playful twinkle in his eyes. Excitedly, you snatched your small, round pink face mirror and handed it over. He studied himself, raising an eyebrow. You held your breath, waiting for his verdict. Was he into it? Did he think it suited him?

"Does it look that awful?" you inquired, a small, nervous chuckle slipping out when he stayed silent for a good minute. He lifted his eyes to you, a surprised expression on his face.

"Oh, no, babe, it looks awesome!" he reassured you, and you let out a sigh of relief.

"Really?"

"Absolutely. It's killer!" He checked himself out in the mirror again. "I look cooler than I thought, actually. Wanna do this again for my next gig?"

"Are you for real?" you giggled. He nodded, pulling you into a hug.

"Totally. I reckon I'd look pretty damn cool, don't you think?"

"Oh, you'd look so, so handsome!" you exclaimed, planting a kiss on his lips while genuine laughter bubbled up. "Thank you, babe, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"You're welcome, my sweetest," he whispered, giving your mouth another peck before moving to your cheek and then to your neck. You sighed happily, feeling your skin warm when his smile brushed against it. He kissed you once more, drawing you even closer in his embrace before whispering, "Now… How about that reward we talked about?"

#ada writes fanfiction #megadeth #dave mustaine #megadeth fanfiction #megadeth x reader #dave mustaine fanfiction #dave mustaine reader #dave mustaine x you #megadeth x you

[stevenssticks]

idk if you've done it before but i NEED virgin! subby dave and giving him his first blow job i just wanna make him feel good :((

ARKDBJKBHEB DAVE DAVE DAVE!!!!!!!!!!! god he wpild be so fucking crazy for you.

maybe youre his first girlfriend. after a few dates and maybe him sleeping over at your house omce you decide to take it to the next level with him. except dave is hiding something from you. he gets more hestitany with his kisses when you grind down on him as you sit on the couch, even if he doesn't realize he's doing it. you pull away first, looking into those pretty eyes of his.

"what's wrong, dave? are you okay?" dave shudders as you shift a little, rubbing against his hard on in his jeans.

"f-fine, everything's fine i uh.. just haven't done any of this before." and holy shit that's hotter than you thought it would be. dave starts spewing out apologies, telling you that he can "get up and leave" if he's not what you want, but you make him stay firmly pressed into the couch.

you kiss him again, deeper and more heated. "can i blow you?" the question slips out of your mouth before you can even think about it. dave lets out a shaky breath, blinking u oat you blearily. you wanna give it all to him. he looks so perfect like this, all breathy and strung out on your kisses.

"fuck.. yeah. yeah i want it. please?" oh, he's so sweet like this, really. you slide down his body, taking his hips in your hands and shifting him so his feet are planted on the ground. you unbuckle his pants, undoing the zipper and gesturing for him to lift his legs so you can slide them off. dave's hands are shaking as he watches you. licking his lips and biting them until they're a pretty rose pink. you move back in between his spread thighs, rubbing his bulge with the palm of your hand. dave contorts at your touch, squirming and tensing up. you take his boxers and pull the waistband down under his cock, the length springing up against his chest. he's vibrating with anticipation. "please... need it so bad."

you give him kisses up the side, taking him in your hand and pumping him a few times before closing your mouth around the head, looking up at him as you start to swallow him down. you come up to suck the tip again, going down farther than you did before. dave is letting out these little whines every time you take him deeper, hand coming to rest on your head. you want him to be louder, so you take him down all the way to his base, nose hitting the trimmed hair he has there.

"oh fuck.. your mouth feels so good." he brings his other hand to your head as you look up at him with doe eyes. dave's so far gone he doesn't fully realize he's pushing you down until he does, you letting out a muffled moan around him, making him yelp and buck up into you. you whine, going lax as you let dave use you, wanting this to be the best for him. he keeps repeating "sorry, i'm so sorry. feel so good. can't stop, i'm sorry." over and over again each time he thrusts into your throat, hunching over you and then keeping you there.

"oh god, im gonna cum so hard. oh, shit!" and then dave is cumming down your throat, letting out these "auh auh auh" noises that drive you absolutely wild. you swallow around him the best you can, some spit and cum leaking out the corners of your lips. dave pulls out of your mouth, looking down at your debauched state and leaning down to lick up the fluid that escaped before kissing you, moaning at the taste of himself on your tongue. you smile into the kiss before pulling away and planting little pecks all over his face.

"thank you, thank you.." dave mumbles as he hugs you close, breathing in your skin.

#asks and replies #dave mustaine #megadeth #dave mustaine x reader #dave mustaine smut #dave mustaine fanfiction #megadeth smut

[fritz-federleicht]

begging for more kurt one shots please please please <3 if it’s not too much trouble some hurt/comfort would b super cool but honestly i would take ANY kurt content lol

Take my sunglasses/ Kurt Cobain x reader

Notes: Thanks for your request. I don't know why but you somehow come across as incredibly likable to me. Hope you like it x

Summary: a fan insults you, Kurt comforts you

Words: 762

In a few minutes you leave the hotel. You hear loud shouting. Fans are calling for their idols Dave, Krist and for your boyfriend Kurt.

You are pretty sure that there will be photographers too. And you don't feel like that. They will just ask you some hurtful questions again. But the fans are no better, if not worse. According to them, Kurt is theirs alone.

Kurt snaps you out of your deep thoughts. "Our luggage is already on its way to our apartment." He takes your hand. "Shall we go?"

You exhale loudly, closing your eyes briefly to get ready for what's happening outside the hotel. "Yes."

Kurt opens the door to the room. You walk down a long hallway until you reach an elevator. It opens.

"We only have to walk a short distance. Then our car will come. I'll always be with you. Ignore everyone who approaches you." He squeezes your hand.

"It's hard. People love you out there. Me, they hate."

"Honey just try okay?" You nod and lean your forehead against his chest. Kurt combs his fingers through your hair. "You'll be fine." He tries to encourage you.

The elevator opens. You step off. Outside a large glass door, you see the crowd.

"Where are Dave and Krist? Aren't they coming with us?" You look around searchingly, trying to stall for time.

"They're in another car." Kurt pushes a strand of hair behind his ear. "You ready?"

You shake your head. "No, but otherwise we'll never get out of here." You smile in anguish.

You walk to the door, someone opens it for you. Immediately the noise doubles. You leave the hotel.

People are shouting for Kurt from all sides. But also for you. You shield your eyes with your hand, protect yourself from the flash. Kurt wears his famous sunglasses.

"Kurt, Y/N please one picture."

"Y/N is it true that you're pregnant?"

You stop, stunned. Pregnant? This is the first time you've heard this rumor.

Kurt pulls on your hand. "Love, ignore people." You nod and tug at your top.

He notices the flash is bothering you. "Here, take my sunglasses."

You smile weakly and thank him. Hand in hand, you walk past a group of girls.

A brown-haired girl grabs Kurt's arm. "Why are you with her? She's way too ugly for you. And so fat!" At this, she looks at you in disgust.

You can't believe what you're hearing. How can you say something like that directly to a person's face. You're glad to wear Kurt's sunglasses. Tears gather in your eyes. You try to hold them back, pulling on Kurt's hand. His physical contact is the only thing that prevents you from bursting into tears here and now.

Kurt tears away from the girl, giving her a nasty look. "Who do you think you are?"

He always tries to be nice. But if someone says something against you he can't guarantee anything. No matter if someone likes his music or not. He protects you above everything.

She realizes that she said something wrong. Her idol is angry with her. Her expression shows slight sympathy. She mumbles an apology.

Kurt tries to catch up with you, but you're already sitting in the car. Kurt sits down next to you.

As soon as the doors are closed and the car has started moving you tear off Kurt's sunglasses. You put them in his hand.

Tears begin to roll down your cheeks. Fortunately, the windows are darkened, no one can see you.

Kurt pulls you into a tight hug. "Don't think about what that girl said." He kisses your forehead. "Tears don't look good on you." He wipes them away.

"She's right I got a big belly."

Kurt pushes you gently away and looks deep into your eyes. "Y/N, honey, it's for other reasons. You know that. It's not your fault."

"Yeah I know." You put your hands on your stomach. "She called me ugly."

"You're not. You're the most beautiful person I know." He gently puts his hand on your belly, stroking it. As he does so, he looks so happy.

You watch him and smile. "I love you." You are so happy to start a family with him.

Kurt looks up from your belly. "I love you too." You snuggle up to his shoulder and try to forget what happened earlier as soon as possible.

Soon the whole world will know that the rumors are true.

You're having a baby!

#kurt cobain one shot #kurt cobain x y/n #kurt cobain x reader #kurt cobain imagine #kurt cobain #nirvana x y/n #nirvana x reader #nirvana one shot #nirvana imagine #nirvana

[laurfilijames]

Like My Dreams

Characters: Pete Dunham, the GSE boys, Steve Dunham

Words: 820

Warnings: Mentions of near death experiences, scars and bruises/wounds on face and neck. Mention of blood and trying to control bleeding. Broken leg/use of crutches. Swearing. Drinking

Summary: Steve takes Pete home after he is released from the hospital after almost succumbing to his injuries from the fight with Tommy and the NGO.

A/N: I love Pete and he deserved so much better, so I'm fixing it. This will be a series and will follow the plot of the film aside from the obvious...

This introduction is short, but sweet, and I just needed to get it out of my system and have this hooligan be okay again 💗

If you're interested in being tagged in this please comment, send an ask or DM me!

A big thank you to my friend @stealfromthedevil who lent me her expertise in British slang so I could get it just right 💗

Pete Dunham Masterlist

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Each bump in the road made his head hurt, but even with that, Pete couldn't wipe the smile off his face.

He was going home.

"Bruv," he pleaded one more time, "I really just want to stop in for a pint and see the lads. I don't think that's too much to ask considering you were almost an only child again."

Steve gave him an exasperated glance, his lips thinning even as Pete's grew into what he obviously thought was a convincing grin, and focused back on the road with a sigh.

"And I'll remind you how I almost fucking kicked it, too."

"Yeah, yeah," Pete sang, a solumness washing over him as he looked away from the scar on Steve's neck and out the window, recalling seeing his older brother bleeding out while his hands and clothes were stained in his blood as he had tried to apply pressure to the wound that nearly took his life.

He stayed quiet for the rest of the drive, not wanting to go home, and definitely not wanting to go back to Steve and Shannon's even though they nagged him to, his heart yearning for some form of normalcy after all he'd been through and the days upon days he'd lay stuck in a hospital bed.

The lads had all visited, of course, usually to the disapproval of every nurse and doctor in the vicinity, each member of the GSE doing whatever they could to help the leader of their firm see through to another day.

Pete hadn't been paying attention to the route Steve was taking when he realized they had stopped out front of Brigid Abbey Pub, his brother giving him a somewhat defeated nod as he switched the ignition off.

He was home.

If he didn't need fucking crutches to walk because of his broken leg, he would've ran inside, but instead remained as patient as he could as Steve helped him out of the car, the motion from sitting to standing making him dizzy, and walked slowly with him through the door.

The air inside felt different; the all-too familiar smell he could recount just by thinking about it suddenly seemed foreign, and the usual buzzing feel of The Abbey had fizzled out, almost as though he had actually died.

As he hobbled through to the back table and their usual spot, other patrons began to take notice, whispering and nudging their mates to turn and see both Dunham brothers, alive and almost-well, returning to the place they would always be known as legends.

They were all there; Dave, Bovver, Ned, Ike, Keith and Swill, nearly mowing each other down to get out of the booth and off their chairs to get to him first.

"Aye, aye! Take it easy, lads!" Pete warned through a laugh, all of them quickly settling and taking turns in opting for a gentler hug than they would've liked in seeing the still-fragile state of their mate.

It was a fast and frantic spill of words and stories as they all struggled to talk at once, making his head pound from the sudden excitement, but he smiled through it, having missed his crazy and loyal brotherhood more than he ever imagined.

Steve watched from the bar as Terry fetched their beers, happy to see his brother laughing and breathing, his eyes watering as the emotion of almost watching him die came over him for the billionth time.

"You alright, Major?" Dave asked, coming up to help him bring all the pints over to the table.

"Yeah, yeah, fine," Steve blinked, "I'm just- it's just nice to see this."

Dave smiled, his own eyes reflecting the light more than usual, and clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Yeah, it is, isn't it?"

They finished their round and ordered another, Pete planted firmly in his seat and refusing to leave yet even though Steve tried to usher him out the door more than once.

"I'll take him round to yours when he's had enough, eh?" Dave offered, and not wanting to rid his brother of the first good thing he'd had happen to him since his brush with death, Steve agreed.

"Cheers, Dave. Always the responsible pilot," Steve nodded, getting his wallet out of his pocket and tossing a few notes on the table for more beers. He looked down at Pete, those boyish blue eyes beaming up at him just as they had all those times he was a kid getting into trouble, the scars and flaws on his face unable to take away from his high-spirited expression.

"You," he pointed, "Go easy."

"Yes, mum!" Pete called, hitting his hand on the table in celebration.

Steve walked through the bar, smiling and shaking his head when he heard Pete say to them in the distance; "Aye! I wanna hear all the eulogies you cunts wrote out for me. Better have been singing my praises!"

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Part 1

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@theesirenteller

#pete dunham #green street hooligans #charlie hunnam #charlie hunnam characters

[fatecantstopme]

I Can't Lose You

PART FOUR

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Summary: The BAU team is hunting a sadistic murderer and you go undercover to reveal his identity and catch him in the act. Things don’t go according to plan and so much is revealed about you, your team, and your boss…things that will change all of your lives forever.

Warnings: Cursing. Lots of angst. Sweet fluffy fluff. SMUT, oral (M & F receiving), unprotected sex (P in V)

A/N: Series should be read in order or it won't make sense. This part also jumps between different Hotch's and Isabelle's POVs.

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

**********One Week Later

You never thought you would be this happy to be back in DC. There were too many people, it was too congested, too dirty—but it was home. Well you weren’t exactly home, but you were a lot closer to it than you had been a few hours prior. 

You shifted your weight and the handsome man beside you looked at you with concern.

You smiled at him. “Just moving, Aaron. Relax.”

He blushed. “You know I worry.”

“And that’s quite sweet of you, but it’s not necessary.”

“Deal with it…I’m never going to stop.”

You chuckled lightly. “I think I’m okay with that.”

The two of you were on your way to George Washington University Hospital in downtown DC. You were a couple minutes out and you were dreading being stuck in a hospital bed again. The only saving grace was that you could see your family. 

A few minutes later, Hotch pulled into the parking garage and helped you get out and into a wheelchair. You hated feeling so weak and having to rely on someone else agitated you, but you were still in too much pain to walk on your own. Hotch wheeled you into the elevator and you began the ascent to the rehab floor.

“You ready?” he asked when the elevator doors opened.

You nodded and he wheeled you out. He already knew what room you’d been assigned to and when he wheeled you in, your jaw dropped in surprise. 

“There she is!” Morgan said loudly. 

Tears welled in your eyes as you took in the room. Every member of your team was crammed into the small room. Your heart filled with joy and you grinned. “Hey guys.”

Penelope rushed over, practically running over Morgan in the process. “I would hug you, but I don’t wanna hurt you. Oh I’m so happy to see you!” she blurted.

You laughed. “I’m so happy to see you too, PG.” You squeezed her hand just as Morgan stepped forward. 

“Hey now, don’t hog my girl,” he said with a grin. 

You laughed and squeezed his hand too. “I missed you too, D.”

“I missed you more, Iz.” He leaned down and kissed the top of your head, then stepped aside to let Rossi see you.

He had tears in his eyes and it nearly broke your heart. “I’m so glad you’re home,” he said softly.

“Me too, Dave. Me too.” You reached out and took both of his hands in yours. He smiled at you and gave them a gentle squeeze. 

When he stepped back, Emily came forward.

“Em,” you said lightly. 

“I’m trying not to cry,” she said with a chuckle. “I need to maintain my persona.” 

You smiled as tears stung your eyes. “Good, because if you cry, then I’ll cry and it’ll be a huge mess.”

Everyone laughed and Emily gave your hand a squeeze. 

JJ came up to you and you could tell that she’d been crying. “J…” you said softly. 

“Oh, I’m fine! I’m just so glad you’re okay.” Her voice was light, but you could tell she had been worrying nonstop.

You gave them both a smile. “I love you guys.” You looked around the room. “All of you.”

Your eyes landed on the one person that you’d been dying to see. “Spence,” you said softly.

He was looking at you timidly and he didn’t move closer. 

“We’ll give you two a moment,” Hotch said gently. 

The room cleared and it was just you and Reid. He stood there in silence, not looking at you.

“Spence. Talk to me—please.”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled without looking up.

“For what? You have nothing to apologize for.”

“This is all my fault.”

“Hey—” you wheeled yourself towards him, ignoring the pain in your arms. “Don’t do that. Don’t blame yourself.”

He finally looked at you and you saw the tears streaming down his face. He looked like the vulnerable kid you’d met 5 years ago. Your heart snapped in two and you instinctively reached out to him. 

He stepped back and hurt crossed your face.

“You wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t suggested going undercover.”

“Jacobs wouldn’t have gotten what he deserved either. I’m fine, Spence. My body will heal.”

“Why aren’t you mad at me?”

You looked at him in surprise. “You’ve done nothing wrong. I have no reason to be mad at you.”

He looked at you in silence.

“Spence…I love you. Nothing is going to change that. I’m not going to forgive you because there is nothing toforgive. But you need to forgive yourself if you’re ever going to move on.”

He was quiet for a moment. “I was so scared that I was never going to see you again.”

“I know—but I’m right here.”

He started to cry harder and instinct took over. You pulled him into you and he cried into your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you like a child clinging to his mother. You winced, but you held him just as tightly and gently soothed him until the sobs ceased.

“I love you, Izzy.”

“I love you too, Spence.” You kissed the top of his head and he straightened up. “Better?”

He gave you a small smile. “Better.”

He got up and went to go bring the rest of the team back in. It was so wonderful to see their faces, hear their voices, and listen to their stories and banter. You hadn’t realized just how much it all meant to you until you almost lost it. 

You glanced over at the man to your right. He had a smile on his face and was laughing at something Morgan had said. You felt your heart swell and you couldn’t believe how incredibly lucky you were. You had been given a chance at love and a second chance at life…there was no way you were going to waste it. 

~Hotch’s POV~

I hadn’t seen Isabelle this happy in a long time. Hell, I hadn’t been this happy in a long time. Little did Izzy know, but I had another surprise for her.

Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door and Garcia got up to answer it. In walked Jessica and Jack.

“Hey everyone, hope we’re not intruding,” Jessica said.

“Dad!” Jack yelled as soon as he saw me. He raced across the room and gave me a hug.

“Hey, buddy! I missed you.” 

“I missed you too.” He looked around and when his eyes landed on Isabelle, his face lit up. “Izzy!” he yelled excitedly. 

He squirmed away from me and roughly sprang into Isabelle’s lap. She winced in pain and I went to take Jack, but she waved me off. She wrapped her arms around his small frame and held on tight. He snuggled in against her and relaxed. She smiled and kissed the top of his head. 

“Hey, little man,” she murmured. “I missed you.” 

He looked up at her and reached up to touch one of the bruises on her face. “You have a boo-boo.”

She chuckled. “I do, but I’ll be just fine. Do you know why?”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve got you,” she said with a grin as she poked his tummy. 

He giggled and squirmed.

Izzy inhaled sharply as she winced in pain again, but she didn’t let go of Jack.

I couldn’t help but feel an even bigger outpouring of love for this incredible woman. I knew I didn’t deserve her, but my son certainly did. 

“Can I go play?” Jack asked Isabelle.

She looked up at me and I smiled. “Of course. Aunt Jessica brought some of your favorite toys.”

He slipped out of Isabelle’s lap and plopped on the floor in front of Jessica.

“Hey,” Isabelle said softly.

I looked over at her and smiled. “Hey yourself.”

“Would you mind helping me into bed?”

“Are you tired?” I was prepared to kick everyone out, but she shook her head.

“It’s just more comfortable.”

I nodded. “Of course, sweetheart.”

I scooped her up as gently as I could, but I heard her sharp intake of breath. I laid her down on the bed and she shifted to get comfortable. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” I said, placing a kiss to her forehead. 

The day continued on, as did the laughs. We were incredibly lucky, the people in this room. Not many people have what we do. And I’m the luckiest one of them all.

An hour or so later, Jack began yawning. Jessica offered to take him home, but he didn’t want to leave. “I wanna stay with Izzy.”

Isabelle smiled. “That’s fine with me. Come here, love.” She patted the bed beside her.

With my help, Jack climbed up into Isabelle’s bed and curled up in her arms. Within minutes he was sound asleep. I hadn’t seen him look so peaceful in a long time.

My heart was so full of love for this amazing woman that I thought it might burst. I couldn’t help but stare at her, falling even deeper in love with her as she held my son’s small body in her arms as he slept. 

She looked up at me and I blushed. She smiled warmly and mouthed, ‘I love you.’

I grinned and mouthed, ‘I love you’  back.

I never thought that my life would ever be good again…but now, I could honestly say it was the best it had ever been.

**********2 Months Later

“My god it feels good to be home,” you exclaimed as you dropped onto your couch. 

Hotch came in behind you, dragging your suitcase. “I imagine so.”

You turned towards him and saw him struggling with your suitcase and the door, and you laughed. “Let me help you.”

“I got it, I got it.”

“Aaron,” you said lightly.

He looked down at the suitcase wedged in the door, then looked at the crooked grin on your face. “Point taken,” he said with a laugh.

You unwedged the suitcase and closed the door as he dropped the rest of your belongings onto the table.

“Thank you,” you said softly as you wrapped your arms around him from behind.

“You’re welcome, Izzy.” He turned to face you and you smiled warmly.

“What’s that look for?”

You grinned. There was only one thing on your mind. “I am ecstatic to sleep in my own bed tonight.” 

He laughed. “Hospital beds aren’t comfortable?”

You playfully swatted his arm and he grinned. “The real question is,” you began, “are you gonna stay?”

His expression immediately changed. “Do you want me to?”

You pulled him closer to you. “You know I do.”

He smiled and leaned down to kiss you. You stood on your toes to meet his lips. He deepened the kiss and you responded happily. 

After a few moments, you pulled away and led him towards the bedroom. He followed you without hesitation. He shut the door and pushed you against it, kissing you with a hunger that drove you wild. 

His lips trailed kisses down your neck, lightly crossing down to your collarbone. You breathed heavily and pulled him closer, wanting so desperately to feel him. You yanked on his shirt and he lifted his arms so you could take it off him. 

You admired his toned body, running your hands up his torso, causing him to shiver. He stared at you intently and you pulled his face back down to yours. You felt his hand trailing up under your shirt, your body reacting to the feel of his hands on you.

Suddenly, he froze and took a step back. 

“Aaron?”

He looked down at your stomach and you quickly realized what was wrong. “Hey,” you stepped closer to him. “I’m fine, babe.”

“Are you sure you wanna do this?”

“Aaron,” you said firmly. “I have wanted this for three years. I am absolutely certain.” 

He looked reassured, but he didn’t move toward you.

A look of hurt crossed your face. “Do you—do you not want me—” you asked softly, “—because I’m damaged? Scarred?”

His head snapped up and he stared at you in shock. “Isabelle, no. Shit—you’re absolutely perfect. I don’t care about the scars…I just don’t wanna hurt you.”

��You’re not gonna hurt me,” you said as you pulled him towards you. “I trust you.”

His expression softened and he kissed you with renewed passion. Minutes later, you were both in nothing but your underwear.

He gently laid you on the bed and hovered over you, his eyes looking at you with such admiration that it made you blush.

After a few moments, he leaned down to kiss you, trailing kisses down to your soft breasts. He pulled you forward, unclasping your bra. You tossed it to the side as he pulled your nipple into his mouth. You let out a low moan and his eyes flicked up to yours. 

He then moved down your stomach, placing kisses all over your skin. He gently kissed on top of your underwear before removing them. He began to kiss your inner thighs, your sweet lips, then back again. 

You begged him for more and just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, he slipped his tongue between your folds and spread your legs as wide as they could go. 

You barked out a loud moan as he began to lick and suck at your clit. His hands caressed your body and you shivered under his touch. Your hands tangled in his hair as you lifted your hips up toward his mouth. 

You felt the pleasure mounting and your moans increased, urging him and begging him not to stop. Just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, waves of pleasure cascaded over you. He rode the waves with you, not stopping until you squirmed and gently pushed his head away. 

He lifted up his head and grinned up at you. You smiled back as you tried to catch your breath. He watched you with a satisfied look, until you pulled him down to you and kissed him passionately. 

You tugged at his boxers to free his erection and he groaned when you palmed it and began to stroke it slowly. You urged him to roll over and he responded quickly. 

Within seconds you had his thick, hard length in your mouth and moans of pleasure escaped his lips. “Isabelle,” he groaned. 

You made eye contact with him, maintaining it as you sucked his cock. His breathing became labored and his body shuddered in pleasure. He pushed your hair out of your face and watched you in ecstasy.

It didn’t take long before his orgasm began to build. You could feel the tightening of his muscles and his moans increased in intensity. You worked him harder and he groaned loudly. 

“Oh god, Isabelle…yes!” he yelled as he shot his hot load into your throat. You swallowed every drop, continuing to play with his sensitive head until he begged you to stop. 

You could see the blissful pleasure on his face and it made you smile. You moved to get up, but he grabbed you and rolled you over. “No, no. I’m not done with you yet,” he growled.

You grinned and pulled him to you. As the passion increased again, you could feel his hard cock against your wet core. You didn’t realize how badly you wanted him inside of you until this moment. “Aaron, please…” you whispered. 

He looked at you and smiled. “As you wish.” 

He plunged into you and you cried out in pleasure, nails digging into his back. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through your body. You moved with him and found a rhythm that drove both of you wild. 

“Izzy,” he moaned in your ear.

You smiled and wrapped your legs around him. You tightened your grip and rolled him over, managing to keep him inside of you. You sat up and put your hands on his chest. You started to ride him and he groaned in pleasure. 

When he reached up to touch you, you pushed his hand away. “No touching.”

“But I—”

You put your finger to his lips. “Shh. Not yet.”

He watched you intently as you picked up your pace. You caressed your breasts as you moved, letting out a low moan of pleasure. He reached out to touch you and you pushed his hand away again. “Izzy,” he whimpered.

You simply shook your head and slid your hands down your body. He watched your every move, desire plain on his features. You let out a soft moan as your fingers touched your clit. You began to gently rub it in circular motions, all-the-while never stopping the gyration of your hips.

Hotch gripped the sheets to keep himself from touching you, but you could see his resolve begin to wane.

Moments later he said, “Let me touch you.”

You didn’t stop what you were doing, but in between moans, you asked, “How badly do you wanna touch me?”

His breathing was labored as he answered you. “More than anything.”

“Good.” You moaned louder as you picked up the pace. You could see that he was close to completely losing his composure and you loved it. 

“Isabelle…please. I need to touch you.”

It was the please that got you. The look on his face and the desire in his voice took you to the edge. “Touch me, Aaron.”

The words were barely out of your mouth before his hands were on you. He cupped your breasts, ran his hands up your sides, and pulled you down to him. He kissed you deeply and held you close as he thrust up into you. 

In one swift movement, he flipped you onto your back and pulled your legs up around his neck. He thrust into you with such passion that you nearly lost all self-control. You gripped the sheets and moaned loud enough to wake the dead, but you didn’t care. 

“Oh god, Aaron. Don’t stop—please.”

He groaned and thrust even harder. You could feel your own orgasm building and you could tell by his labored breathing that he was close too. 

“Cum for me, baby,” you murmured.

He locked eyes with you and his entire body shuddered as he came deep inside of you. He continued to thrust and you cried out as you orgasmed. You rode the waves of pleasure together and then he collapsed on top of you, both of you sated.

You ran your fingers through his messy black hair and smiled as you both tried to catch your breath. 

“Am I hurting you?” he asked in concern.

“Not at all.”

“Good, because I can’t move.”

You laughed and kissed the top of his head.

You stayed like that for several minutes before he had the strength to roll off you. He pulled you to him and you settled in next to him with your head on his chest.

“That was incredible,” he said softly.

You smiled. “Even better than I had imagined.”

“You imagined it?” he asked curiously. 

“Of course I did! I’ve wanted you for quite some time, you know.”

“I never really let myself imagine what it would be like to be with you,” he said sadly. You looked up at him and he continued. “I never thought I could be with you…or that you would want to be with me, so I never let myself go there. I wouldn’t have been able to resist you if I had.”

You touched his face gently and smiled. “Well now you don’t have to imagine. You know exactly what it’s like to have me.”

He kissed your forehead and smiled. “In more ways than one.”

Just then a phone rang. Hotch looked at you sheepishly and you sighed. “I get it. Go answer it.”

He slipped out of the bed and pulled on his boxers before going to the kitchen to get his phone. You could hear his voice through the door. “Hotchner…yeah she’s home…she’s doing well…wait, what?” He paused as the person on the other end talked for a while. “They let him go?” he yelled angrily. “They can’t do that…what do you mean there’s no proof? Eye witness testimony doesn’t count?”

You were surprised and a little concerned by the anger in his voice. You got out of bed, threw on his t-shirt, and slipped into the kitchen. Hotch was standing with his back to you, but you could see the tension in his shoulders and he was white-knuckling the countertop.

“That’s not good enough.” He dropped his voice, “How the hell am I supposed to tell Isabelle?”

“Tell me what?”

He turned around, clearly surprised to see you standing there. “Dave, I’ve gotta call you back.” He hung up and stared at you in silence.

“Aaron, what’s going on?”

“Iz, I think you should sit down.”

Concern lit up your features, but you sat on the nearest barstool. “Talk to me.”

Hotch took a deep breath and closed his eyes. You could tell he was trying to calm himself down, but that didn’t seem to be working.

“Hotch,” you said firmly.

That seemed to snap him out of it. “I’m sorry, baby. I just—I can’t believe this is happening.”

“And what exactly is ‘this’?”

“The AUSA has decided not to bring charges against Detective Brady. He’s been released.”

You sat in stunned silence for a moment. “How is that possible?”

“He said there’s no evidence and he’d never get a conviction at trial.”

“What? My word isn’t good enough?” you asked angrily. 

“He said the conditions of your…experience…make you an unreliable witness.”

“Are you—are you kidding? He’s the reason I was tortured! Jacobs wouldn’t have known I was an FBI agent without him!”

Hotch nodded. “I know, baby. I know. I’m going to call in every favor I have. He can’t get away with this.”

“It looks like that’s exactly what he’s doing,” you whispered.

“Hey.” He wrapped his arms around you. “We’ll get him, Izzy. I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“I never do.”

You leaned into his embrace and tried not to cry. This man was the only thing keeping you from completely losing it. You held on tightly and so did he. 

“I want you to move in with me,” he said suddenly. 

You pulled back in shock. “What?”

“At least until this is over. I don’t feel comfortable leaving you here by yourself.”

“Aaron…are you sure? I mean, that’s a big deal.”

“Not to me, it isn’t. I’m not going to lose you.”

You nodded. “Okay…if you’re sure.”

“Isabelle, I’m positive. I’ve never been more certain about anything in my life.”

“Well then I guess I better get packing,” you said softly.

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner smut #aaron hotchner x reader smut #hotch x reader #hotch x reader smut #criminal minds fic #criminal minds smut #I can't lose you series

[little-diable]

Be aware of the strangers watching - Spencer Reid (2/2)

@hidingsikki and I kept watching Spencer TikTok edits those past days, so we came up with this idea. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: It didn't take the team long to notice that (y/n)'s missing, while they are trying to find her, she's forced to realise that she probably won't make it through the upcoming hours. Time is fleeting and so is her life.

Warnings: 18+, angst, panic attack, fear of dying, kidnapping, mentions smut

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader (3k words)

header by @hidingsikki

dividers by @firefly-graphics

Part One 

“Try calling her again, maybe she’s stuck in traffic.” Hotch’s voice filled the room, drawing the worried gazes of the team members towards him. They should have left minutes ago, called away by a new case, and yet (y/n) was missing - without a message or a note telling the team about her whereabouts.

“Did you always split up on your way here? Weren’t you supposed to drive together?” Derek murmured his words into Spencer’s direction, gaze flickering towards the elevator whenever somebody stepped out of it, filling them with hope for a fraction of a second till the sinking feeling of realisation swapped over them. 

“No, we used to come in together, but like I said, I had to pick up my bag, so (y/n) went ahead and drove here on her own.” Spencer’s voice dripped with worry, seemingly just as scared as the rest of the team. Their thoughts were racing, coming up with cruel scenarios about what could have happened to her. 

The more minutes passed by, the more confused the others got. No longer was their case a priority, no, they were all focused on (y/n), trying to locate her. Garcia had disappeared minutes ago, trying to find something online, hoping that wherever (y/n) may currently be, she’d make it through the next hours. Alive. 

“I’ll call the Sheriff to let them know that we won’t come in today. Reid, drive back to (y/n)’s place, take Derek with you. Emily, see if you can help Garcia locate (y/n) on any cameras, Dave with me.” With a nod sent Aaron’s way, the team began to disappear out of the room, leaving behind nothing but the reminders of the conversation they have been forced to share.

“Hello?” Her voice was trembling, echoing through the dark (y/n) found herself stuck in. Her hands tried to find something she could use to hold on to, though it only took her a few seconds to realise that she didn’t have a way out. She was stuck. In a box. 

“Hello? Spencer!” (Y/n)’s breaths grew panicked, growing faster and more shallow with every passing second as the thought of suffocating in a box dawned on her. “Spencer? Please, oh god.” 

Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to kick her legs, hoping that she’d be able to break through the material of the box, but without any luck. It didn’t take her long to realise that she wasn’t stuck in a wooden box, but a metallic one. 

It was almost ironic, but her mind couldn’t help but focus on Spencer, on the calming words he’d speak to her. Fuck, the mere thought of Spencer used to calm her, but now it didn’t do much but haunt her. (Y/n) could still feel the anxiety thumping through her veins, wondering why he had done something this cruel. 

Her screams grew raspy, no longer able to give her anxiety enough room to verbally bubble out of her. 

“Are you okay?” Derek stopped Spencer from stepping out of (y/n)’s home, faces full or worry as it slowly dawned on them that somebody must have ripped her away from them. It took the man a moment to reply, staring into Derek’s eyes as if he was trying to find answers to the questions keeping his thoughts racing.

“I wish we didn’t split up, it’s all my fault.” Derek pulled Spencer in for a hug, patting his back to wordlessly communicate that everything would be alright. The team wasn’t stupid, all were awfully aware of the tension between the young profiler and (y/n), the emotions keeping them chained together like secret lovers having to make it through their days. She’d have to make it back to them, for the sake of the team, for the sake of Spencer. 

“We’ll find her, we have to.” Slowly they pulled away from one another, leaving the place with a heavy heart and darkening thoughts. The sound of Derek’s phone going off echoed through the air, making the man falter in his steps as Spencer closed the passenger door. 

“Tell me something positive, babygirl.” It took Penelope a moment to reply, whispering her words as if she was scared that anybody close could pick up on the things she was about to share.

“Are you still with Spencer?” Derek’s eyes found Spencer’s frame in the car, momentarily staring at the man who had his eyes closed, seemingly wrecking his brain for any clues, things they could have missed.

“He’s not around, why?” A heavy gulp was heard, followed by a shaky exhale of breath. 

“I haven’t told the others yet, but he didn’t leave her place on his own, he left with (y/n).” Penelope was rambling, clearly distressed by what she had seen on the traffic cameras, allowing her to follow the couple from (y/n)’s place to Spencer’s. “I lost them shortly after they left her home, but he lied to us.” 

“Alright, I’ll talk to him. See if you can find them again, maybe something happened that he was too embarrassed to share with us.” Derek’s heart kept racing faster with every step he took towards the black SUV, starting the car without speaking another word. Spencer kept studying him, clearly waiting for the man to spill whatever new information he had just stumbled upon. 

“Why did you lie?” His voice dripped with anger and confusion, eyes finding Spencer’s as the car came to a halt at a red light. No longer were Spencer’s eyes wide, with his pupils dilated to carry the sadness he felt, no, he stared at his colleague with no expression tugging on his features, unemotional as one can be. 

“What do you mean?” 

“You left with her, you lied to us, Spencer.” No words followed Derek’s murmurs, making an uncomfortable silence linger in the car. It took the profiler moments to reply, moments filled with dread, passing by slower than the hours before.

“It must have slipped my mind, I guess I was too focused on the other questions.” 

Tears kept rolling down her cheeks, dripping from her quivering chin. She had stopped kicking her feet, slowly but surely accepting the fact that nobody would find her. Perhaps the team was looking for her, perhaps they had left before they could notice that she was in fact missing, ripped away by a lie Spencer had told them.

And yet, deep down she desperately clung to the thought of her team, something inside of her tried to reassure her that she would make it out alive. Now she was one of them, one of the ones she’d rescue on a weekly basis. Did they feel as confused as she felt? Were they angry at the ones making them suffer? Were they sad about the sudden turn of events or had they always anticipated that something would eventually happen? 

Not once had she tried to imagine that Spencer could be the one behind all of this. Not once had she even tried to ask Spencer about his behaviour, the confusing switches in his emotions - a clear sign for the trauma he had experienced at prison. 

Her mind kept wandering back to the past days, reliving the moments they’ve shared, how he had taken care of her with his lips pressed against hers and his hands wandering down her sides. (Y/n) couldn’t help but curse herself for the excitement she’s felt, how for the first time in months she had been able to give into her feelings

„Fuck, help, please. I don’t want to die.” Slowly but surely she felt the air getting thinner, no longer able to breathe properly. 

“Is that him?” Derek was standing behind Penelope, staring at the screen that showed a video of Spencer leaving his home with a body, presumably (y/n), thrown over his shoulder. Quick, panicked breaths left the woman as she kept watching the video, not able to understand what was going on.

“It is, I followed him through traffic, he parked in front of a warehouse, and carried her inside. Minutes later he left without her.” Tears welled up in Penelope’s eyes as she looked up at Derek, wondering why Spencer had done something like this. 

“Call Hotch down here, send me the address of the warehouse.” Derek was out of the room before Penelope could even try to reply, eyes flickering back to the screen, following Spencer’s frame with glassy eyes. 

The next moments passed by in a blur, while Derek violated every traffic law, pressing down on the gas to reach the warehouse, the others had surrounded Spencer, asking the man with wide eyes questions he didn’t seem to understand.

“What did you do to her?” Emily’s voice dripped with anger, an anger so burning she no longer acted professionally, rather like a friend fearing for her friend’s life. Tears welled up in Spencer’s eyes as his gaze flickered between the ones staring him down, shaking his head with a sob rumbling through his trembling body.

“I don’t know. Oh god, I don’t know.” His voice was raspy, carrying the emotions he felt. He couldn’t remember what had happened, couldn’t remember being at his place with her, all he could remember was the drive to the BAU, nothing else. 

“I need a number!” Derek’s voice echoed from the speakers, screaming the words as if he was the one fighting for his life. Spencer stuttered, unable to pronounce his reply, choking on the heavy sobs that clawed through him.

“We need a number, Spencer. Which part of the warehouse belongs to you?” Hotch had his arms crossed, managing to stay calm, at least that’s what it seemed like to his colleagues, not nearly as emotional as the others. 

“43.” 

The sound of Derek’s heavy breaths filled the silence that now lingered in the room, eyes not daring to move away from Spencer. Within the next moments the sound of a gun going off rang in their ears, a sign of victory, allowing Derek into the warehouse chamber that belonged to Spencer. 

“(Y/n)? It’s me, Derek.” No reply could be heard, forcing the hearts of those who were listening to beat faster. “I can’t see her anywhere. (Y/n)?” 

A silence so defeating engulfed them that even the others couldn’t help but let the tears well up in their eyes, preparing for the truth that could rip their lives apart. The mere thought of losing (y/n) left them trembling, not able to think of a life without her close. She was their lynchpin, the centre of their relationships. 

“(Y/n)? Fuck.” 

“What is it? Did you find her? Is she alive?” The questions bubbled out of Spencer before he could stop himself, not daring to look away from the phone that had been placed on the table. Derek’s heavy breaths kept filling the dreading moments of silence. 

“She’s in a box, I got her. C’mon, doll, you have to breathe for me, c’mon. Don’t you dare die on me now.” 

#Spencer Reid imagine #be aware of the strangers watching #Spencer Reid x reader #Criminal Minds

[be-with-me-so-happily]

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

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CHAPTER 36

YOU AND ME GOT A WHOLE LOT OF HISTORY

A/N: It's the end of the 'On The Road Again' tour. How crazy is that? And it's the second to last chapter. She's a longer one. I had so much I wanted to write and now I'm feeling lots of things.

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>> Warnings: 18+ ONLY: explicit language, oral (female receiving), end of tour emotions

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Oct 30th, 2015 - Concert Day

The usual alarm does not wake you up this morning. Instead, it is the warmth and pressure of Harry's body on top of you, and the sudden abundance of kisses planted all over your face.

"Why?" You ask, sleepily.

"Well, good morning to you too."

"Good morning. And, why?" You chuckle, finally opening your eyes to see a wide grin on his face.

"We need to get to the venue."

You look over at your phone and notice that it's 8am, not even close to the time for you, or the guys, to be heading over there.

"We really don't." You reply.

"Yes. We do." He sits up and pulls you up by your hand, causing you to growl. "It's worth it, I promise."

You growl for the second time, but follow him out of the bed to get ready.

You throw on some sneakers, leggings, and a t-shirt, not wanting to ruin the outfit you have planned for tonight.

"Ready, Sunshine?"

"Yes. Do I get coffee?" You grumble.

"I thought you were a morning person. I remember showing up early to a venue just so I could talk to you." He smirks, with a subtle blush forming.

"That's 'stalker vibes' Harry." You chuckle, sticking your tongue out between your teeth.

"No it's not!" He replies, stepping over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. "I just wanted to be around you."

"Exactly!" You laugh.

"Either way, it worked."

"Yes, it did." You can't help but bite your lip, leaning into his lips for a kiss. "Now let's go, because apparently it's super important that we get there early…"

"It is! Promise!"

~~~~~

As you arrive at the venue, you can tell that the atmosphere feels different. It's the second to last show, so it's definitely bittersweet.

With coffee in hand, Harry leads you to the main dressing room.

"So… you brought me here early to work?" You ask, a small glare forming on your face.

"It's better if you get your stuff done beforehand." He smiles.

Your glare grows a little deeper.

"Trust me." He smiles wider. "It'll be worth it."

You walk to the racks, sighing as you pull a black t-shirt, black pants, and tan shoes for Niall.

You only find plain options for Harry too, having to pull a white t-shirt, black pants, and black boots.

"Done?" He asks, excitedly, bouncing up and down while he waits.

You let out a sigh. "Yes, you bunch of boring boys."

He chuckles, and grabs your hand, leading you down the hallway to his personal dressing room, stopping at the closed door. He grabs both your hands as he looks into your eyes.

"Okay, please tell me you did not bring me here early just to have sex in your dressing room…"

"No!" He exclaims. "Although, I wouldn't mind it later…"

You roll your eyes.

"No. This is something just for you." He gives you a quick kiss on the lips and opens the door, motioning you inside.

"No way! What-... How-... What?" You shout, seeing Dave and your mom sitting on the couch.

They stand up as you rush over to them, embracing them both in a big hug.

"I can't believe you're here!"

"Well, I am a huge One Direction fan…" states Dave, with a smile. "But it is all thanks to Harry."

You spin around to see that beautiful, curly-haired guy just standing there with his hands in his pockets, and a big smile on his face.

He shrugs. "Mum said they had to see at least one show, right?"

"Oh my god." You utter, walking over to him and grabbing his face. "Thank you. I love you. Thank you."

"I love you too."

You give him a quick kiss and then sit down with your parents, Harry following behind and sitting right beside you.

"So, do you…" you look at the time on your phone. "We might have time to do a tiny amount of sight-seeing… do you want to go see anything?"

"Actually…" your mom smiles as she looks over at Harry. "Anne took us to a few places yesterday."

"Anne?" Your head snaps over to Harry too. "Your mom took my parents sight-seeing? Yesterday? Wait… your mom met my parents?"

The other three laugh.

"It was her idea to do all this." Harry replies.

"And we wanted to get the full pre-show experience with you today, sweetie. So we got the tourist stuff out of the way."

"Plus, we can see more later. This is sort of a late honeymoon so we're staying in England for another week." Dave winks.

"Okay. You don't need to say anymore." You throw your hands up. "I'm just happy you're here!"

"So." Harry claps his hands together. "How about we show you around?"

~~~~~

After taking Dave and your mom around backstage, introducing them to everyone you come across, they decide to go back to their hotel for a rest. So you and Harry grab a bite to eat and go back to his dressing room.

"I snuck some cookies from the dessert table, want one?" Harry smiles.

"Did you really need to ask?" You giggle, grabbing one immediately from his hand and taking a big bite. "Do you remember when you invited me to your hotel suite, just to ask me how I liked the show? Umm, in… where was that…?"

"Atlanta." He answers, quickly.

Your head shoots over to him, seeing his blushed smile, and letting out a little giggle. He shakes his head and runs his hands through his hair.

"What?" You take another bite.

"I was so fucking into you."

"Was?" You smirk.

"Y'know what I mean." He chuckles. "I was trying to play it so cool. I didn't know if you felt the same."

"I did." You bite your lower lip. "I didn't want to admit it to myself, but I did. And, hello… we had sex four days later…"

"The cookies sealed it, didn't they?"

"Yeah, it definitely wasn't the hot, sex-symbol of a rockstar that was flirting with me…" you joke, dramatically rolling your eyes.

He sighs and drops his head. "I hate that."

"Oh god, I'm sorry, hate what?" You put down the rest of your cookie and wrap your arms around his neck, nuzzling into his cheek.

"That people make me out to be some sex-crazed popstar that just goes around hooking up with a different woman in every city we visit."

"Part of it is true…" you reply.

"What?"

You pull back and swing your leg over his lap, wrapping your arms back around his neck. "You have sex in every city you visit…"

He lets out a big laugh, and grabs your hips. "But with one woman."

"Thank god." You place your lips gently on his for a kiss.

"Only one woman." He leans closer for another kiss. "Only you. Only ever you. I… I hope for-"

Suddenly someone clears their throat, and both your heads shoot over to the doorway.

"Well hello little brother."

"Oh my god!" You yelp out, quickly removing yourself from Harry's lap as you stare at Gemma, with her arms crossed and a mischievous smile on her face.

"Fuck, Gemma! You couldn't knock?" He growls. "Or tell me you were coming tonight?"

"Well, I came to meet Y/N! Mum is raving about her! I'm guessing she didn't see what I just saw…" she points her finger between the two of you.

"I… shit… I'm so sorry…" You drop your face in your hands. "I'm so embarrassed."

"Oh, don't even worry about it." She waves it off and walks closer to the couch. "At least I know you aren't a prude!"

You stand up, holding your cheeks to cover your blush of embarrassment, and she reaches out for a hug.

"Seriously, don't worry 'bout it." She pulls back. "I will make fun of him for it, for a long time, but not you."

"Yeah, cheers." Harry exclaims, standing up and reaching for his own hug. "Nice to see you too…"

"I'm guessing, and really hoping, that this actually is Y/N."

"Wait, who is Y/N?" You ask, jokingly dropping your jaw open with a smile.

"Oh my god." He pinches the bridge of his nose, and lets out a subtle chuckle. "You little-... We were just talking about me having only one woman."

"It didn't look like there was much talking going on…" Gemma chuckles.

"Oh my god, Gem, stop." He turns to you and throws his hands up. "Okay. I can't stay here. I've got a sound check to get to."

"Interesting how that always happens when I'm meeting family members." You smirk.

"For fucks sake." He smirks back, giving you a quick kiss and then walking to the door. He stops in the doorway, turns back around, and points in the direction of you and Gemma. "Behave."

"Who are you talking to?" Gemma asks.

Harry's gaze flickers back and forth between the two of you. "Both of you."

"Yeah, yeah." She replies.

"I love you." He states.

"Now who are you talking to?" You ask.

"Umm… well, you… both of-... oh just forget it." He walks out, causing you and Gemma to break out in a full laugh.

"That was too fun… hi, Y/N, I'm Gemma." She says, as she turns back towards you. You giggle and motion for her to sit down on the couch next to you.

"It really is so good to finally meet you." You exclaim, offering her a cookie. "And I'm really sorry for… what you walked in on…"

"Oh, please, it's really not a big deal. I grew up having to see him prance around the house naked, and tried to convince my mum I was a nine year old drug dealer, so not much phases me at this point." She shrugs.

"Okay. I have some time before I need to go… my mom showed him all my embarrassing childhood photos, so if you have any good stories, I'd love to hear them!"

She grabs another cookie to hold in her hand as she settles into the couch, turning her body towards yours.

"Alright. But we might miss the show then." She grins.

"Eh." You shrug. I've seen them before."

~~~~~

It's not as if it wasn't fun watching the show with Anne the last time, or that you're not excited to have your parents here, watching from a private suite, but you are so happy to have Gemma next to you. You've already had such a good time with her.

You have both ordered drinks from the VIP hostess, and are already standing, ready to dance. You can tell it's going to be a good time.

"Does it ever get boring for you to watch the shows?" She asks.

You instantly shake your head. "Not even close."

"Yeah. Same for me actually. And I really thought it would." You both laugh. "I still like watching my favorite guy having fun up there."

"Niall?" You reply.

"Exactly!" She states, bumping your shoulder with hers. "We're gonna get along just fine."

"Yeah, Harry was worried we would, and that we would cause some trouble for him." You laugh, rolling your eyes.

"That little shit." She frowns.

"He wasn't wrong though…" You laugh, referring to the moment you met her.

"That's true. Well then… wanna play a prank on him?"

You start to grin widely. "Absolutely!"

"Okay, I officially love you!" She laughs, and you feel a rush of relief flow over you.

Your drinks come just as the intro starts to play, and you both scream out with the crowd. The two of you bounce around to 'Clouds' and 'Steal My Girl', belting out the lyrics together.

Before the next song starts, Harry starts to address the crowd.

"We're gonna try and have a lot of fun tonight. Our job is to entertain you as much as we can, we're gonna try our very best. Your job is to have as much fun as you possibly can. So please, dance, sing, do whatever makes you happy. This is 'Fireproof'."

"He was looking over here." You state. "I have a feeling he's gonna be checking in on us all night."

"Okay, now we are definitely pranking him." She brings her finger up to her chin. "Maybe we should pretend that we don't like each other."

"Right now?" You pout.

"Absolutely not! We are gonna enjoy ourselves!" She replies. "But after the show…"

"I'm so glad we met." You laugh.

"Me too." She laughs back, linking arms with you, and leans in closer. "But I don't think Harry will be so happy 'bout it."

~~~~~

<< HARRY'S POV >>

Once again, just as he did when you met his mum, Harry comes bounding off stage and heads straight to his dressing room to see how you and Gemma are getting on.

He opens the door, but stops dead in his tracks when he sees the unhappy expression spread across your face.

You quickly push up from the couch and walk over, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Hey. Umm… I'll just… see you back at the hotel." You whisper.

His heart drops. "Why?"

"I just… I'm so sorry, I'm just not having a good time. We're just… I'm really really sorry, Harry. Let's talk later." You whisper again, giving him a kiss on the cheek and walking out the door.

He is frozen in place, but his eyes glare at Gemma.

"What the fuck happened?" He scolds, feeling the most intense frustration build up inside.

She throws her hands up in defense. "Hey, it wasn't me."

"What. The. Fuck. Happened?" He growls, clenching his jaw.

"Harry… she just… she didn't want to talk… like, at all… she didn't want to have any fun with me… she just... wasn't nice..." Gemma replies.

"But…" He holds his arms across his body and frowns. "I thought I saw you two talking and dancing together."

"Umm… at first yeah, we were singing. We were just… trying to get along for you, Harry, but it just kept getting worse." She covers her face.

"Worse? Gem! For fucks sake!" He shouts. "How's it that everyone loves her 'cept you?"

"I-... I mean… I don't know! She didn't seem to like me either! Do… do you wanna go talk to her?" She asks.

He scoffs and glares at her again. "We are both going to talk to her!"

"Fine." She answers, and he turns around to walk out the door.

When he turns into the hallway, he stops again, seeing you leaning against the wall with a wide grin on your face.

"Bloody hell, you two." He mumbles.

"Shit, Y/N, he full on believed me!" Gemma chuckles. "I'm just that good!"

"I'm glad you did it. I would've cracked much faster than that!" You give her a high five.

"I'll teach you, darling, don't worry."

"I knew this was a bad idea. I knew it." He shakes his head.

"Aww, but you love us, H!" You exclaim, wrapping your arms around his waist, and Gemma does the same.

"Such a bad idea." He groans.

"Don't be such a little shit… H… At least we don't actually hate each other!" Gemma exclaims.

"M'not sure which one is worse now."

"Hey, Gem?" You both let go of Harry and you link arms with her. "I think you might be my favorite Styles sibling now."

"That is so kind. Would you like to marry me one day, instead of marrying my brother?"

"Gemma!" Harry shouts.

You clear your throat, and try to regulate your breathing that has apparently and suddenly picked up its pace.

"Sorry. Sorry." She looks at you. "I was just joking."

"It's okay. I accept your offer anyway!" You squeeze your linked arms together and stroll back into his dressing room.

"A bad, bad, bad idea."

~~~~~

Anne joins you, your parents, Harry, and Gemma for dinner after the show.

"So, Dave, what did you think?" Anne asks.

"Well, being the number one fan…" he chuckles, "I was happy, it exceeded my expectations."

He claps in Harry's direction. "But in all seriousness, you are very talented, son, and I am impressed at how you all took ownership of the stage, and kept the crowd engaged the entire time."

Harry drops his head and smiles. "Thank you, Dave."

"But, Y/N, I'm sorry, sweetie, those outfits…?" He smiles.

"Don't get me started, Dave. I've tried. So hard. But it's the last show tomorrow so I give up." You smile, rolling your eyes.

"Do you know what you'll do during the hiatus?" Gemma asks.

"No." You sigh. "I think I've put off even thinking about it. But I did have a job in L.A. earlier this year, with a small designer, and she said I was welcome back anytime."

"That sounds wonderful!" Anne exclaims.

You nod, then shrug. "But, we'll just have to wait and see."

Harry reaches his hand under the table, grabbing your hand and interlocking his fingers with yours.

"You'll be fine, Sunshine. I just know it." He winks.

You give him a closed lip smile and return to eating your food.

As the night goes on, conversations between your two families flow effortlessly. Your infamous tap dancing story resurfaces, extracting a glare to both Harry and your mom. Anne levels the playing field by explaining how Gemma had once told Harry that WWF wrestling was all faked, which turned him into telling his mom that Gemma was a drug dealer. The night is filled with funny stories, conversations between all the parents about boring adult things, and lots of laughs between you and Gemma.

Meanwhile, Harry has been listening intently, adding to the conversations when he could and should, and joking around with you and his sister. But the entire time, he has kept his hand holding onto yours, fingers interlaced, or rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. He has stolen glances at you, and kissed your forehead a couple of times, but always kept his hand with yours.

Once dinner winds down, you all say your good nights and head back to your hotel rooms, Harry continuing to hold your hand as he opens the door to your suite.

"Are you going to let go now?" You giggle, holding up your hands.

"Probably not." He smirks.

"It's going to make getting ready for bed a bit difficult. Interesting, but difficult."

He pulls you close to him, finally releasing your hand, and brings both of his up to your face. He licks his lips, then places them firmly on yours.

You grab his hips and pull him even closer, pulling back your head to catch a breath, and he rests his forehead against yours.

"Tonight was perfect." He utters.

"It really was."

"When… when we first met… I just wanted to be in your life somehow. Even when we weren't together anymore, I still felt like I needed you around." He sighs. "I've never had all this. And I… didn't want to let go of the moment."

"Harry…" Your hands move to the back of his head, and you pull him in for another kiss, as a twinkle of some tears begin to form. "I didn't want to either. Tonight really was perfect."

"Let's get to bed." You add.

He takes a shower and you get your nightly routine done quickly, curling into him under the covers when you both get in the bed.

With the warmth from his bare chest, and the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat, you quickly start to doze off to sleep.

"I love you, Sunshine." Harry mumbles.

"I love you too, Rockstar." You mumble back, curling deeper into his body.

You are comforted by his warmth, and touch, and the subtle puffs of air you hear as you feel his chest rise and fall. You feel yourself start to drift off again when you feel him stir once more.

"Y/N?" He whispers.

"Mhmm?" You reply, snuggling him even more and trying your very best to stay awake a few seconds longer to hear what he wants to say, but your mind is quickly shutting down.

"You mean everything to me."

~~~~~

Oct 31st, 2015 - Concert Day

You lay on your side, cuddling up into Harry's body, tracing his butterfly tattoo with your finger.

"G'morning." He smirks.

"What do you think about me getting a little tattoo?" You ask timidly.

"Do you want one?"

"Yes."

"Then get it. It's your body." He replies, letting out a big exhale as he begins to wake up more, still keeping his eyes closed. "What do you want to get?"

You stay silent for a moment, too shy to give him your answer.

He opens his eyes and scoots his body away slightly so he can turn towards you.

"Why're you being quiet?" He asks, running his fingers along your figure.

"I want to get…" You clear your throat. "A few little butterflies…"

You look up to see a wide grin on his face. "Yeah?"

You nod.

"Why's that?"

You bite your lower lip and drop your gaze, but he uses his finger to lift up your chin.

"Umm… well, they symbolize transformation… and I feel like I've grown a lot this past year or so. Right?"

He nods. "Yeah."

"So yeah." You reply, pulling your lips inward before your smirk gives you away. But Harry knows you too well.

"Why else?" His palm now runs up and down your waist, holding tightly as it moves up from your hip, and all the way under your Rolling Stones shirt to your ribcage.

"Umm… because… I always feel butterflies around you." You immediately nuzzle your face into his side, hoping to hide the intense red hue that you know is forming on your cheeks.

"And I'm the sappy one?" He chuckles.

"I don't need to get it. It's a dumb idea. And it's weird. We've only been together for four months anyway."

"No." He lifts your chin up again and frowns. "A year."

"Are you that bad at math? It started over summer."

"No. It started after tour last year. I distinctly remember you seducing me at the after-party. That was the beginning." He smirks.

"First off, that's bullshit. You seduced me-"

"How 'bout mutually seduced each other?" He interrupts.

"Fine." You roll your eyes. "And secondly, we… broke up… before this tour. It was summer when we got back together."

His gaze drops for a moment and then looks back up to you.

"I don't really count that." He mutters.

"What? Why?"

He pulls his lips inward now, and lets out a strong exhale. "Umm, 'cause I still loved you the whole time."

As if you needed more proof as to why you want the tattoo, it's happening right now, the butterflies awaken and your heart starts to race.

"You are the sap." You whisper, despite the few tears threatening to expose you.

"So..." He pushes himself up and grabs your waist, rolling you onto your back so that he can hover over you. "Where do you want it?"

You bite your lower lip, lifting your shirt, and point to the spot on your rib cage under your left breast.

[Between your heart, and your stomach, where you always feel the flutters… but you're not about to give him the satisfaction of hearing that cheesy reason for the placement]

"Here?" He points with his finger, placing a gentle kiss on the spot you mentioned.

"Yeah." You smile.

He swings his leg over and maneuvers it in between yours.

"Not right here?" He asks, kissing your belly button.

You shake your head as you let out a breath.

"Or right here?" His lips move and press on your hip.

"Or… here?" You let out a breathy moan, and close your eyes, as he places a kiss on your inner thigh. You start to buck your hips at the desire for him to touch you there more, and you hear him chuckle.

"But not here." He states sternly, placing a kiss right on your clit.

"Harry…" you whisper.

"Mhmm?"

"Please."

"Oh, do you want the tattoo there?" You can actually hear him smirking.

"No." You whine. "You. I want you there."

"Okay." He quickly responds, using his tongue to travel up your entrance, more than once. His mouth moves to suck on your clit and your hands instinctively grab his long locks.

"Oh my god, H." You whisper.

"You always taste so good, babe." He hums against your skin, as he runs his fingers along you, feeling how wet you are for him. "I'll never get enough of it."

"Harry, please." You beg, and he slips his fingers inside, causing you to buck your hips up again slightly at the touch. "Yes."

He moves his body up and presses his lips against yours, continuing to pump his fingers into you, and causing you to moan against the kiss.

His tongue parts your lips and pushes in, and you match its rhythm with your own. You pull away and tilt your head back, letting out a deep breath as his lips move to your neck.

He slowly works his way down to the spot where you said you wanted the tattoo. He starts to kiss the area, nipping and sucking in between the sweet gestures.

"Oh my god." You moan. "Fuck, Harry."

He pulls his fingers back and teases adding another one by your entrance.

"Safe?"

"Y-yes."

He slowly glides them in together and draws a loud moan from your throat.

"Holy shit, H!"

"Good?"

"So… so good!"

"Want you to feel good."

"I do... with you… always…"

"Fuck I love hearing that."

He begins to pump his fingers faster, curling them up to please that spot that curls your toes. He slides his body back down, circling his tongue around your clit once he's back between your legs.

"Oh my god! Harry!"

He pulls back quickly.

"And I love hearing you moan my name."

He returns his tongue to suck, then circle, then suck again on your clit, keeping his fingers at a tantilizating pace.

"Har-... Fuck… Harry…"

His other hand grabs your outer thigh and squeezes, causing a cold shiver over your skin.

"I'm… I'm gonna… H… I'm gonna cum."

"Mhmm." He moans against you, and the pressure building in your stomach reaches its peak.

"Oh fuck! Oh god! Oh my god!"

Every muscle tenses and your tug Harry's hair, moaning loudly as the pleasure flows all over you. He slows down, but leaves his fingers to slowly move in and out as you come down from your orgasm.

You start catching your breath, and he takes his fingers out, crawling up your body. His breathing is labored as he kisses your neck.

"H, don't you wanna-"

"M'so sorry, babe. I… I kind of came… when I was down there…" he admits. "I was so turned on hearing you enjoy it so much."

"Harry." You push his body off you slightly and stare into his beautiful, pleasure-filled eyes. "You don't have to be sorry. It's… oddly kinda hot!"

He laughs. "Well, I'm glad you think so. But I don't want it to be a regular thing. I like cumming inside you way more."

He kisses your lips, passionately, then rolls off your body and onto his side.

"I think you should get the tattoo, if you really want it." He states running his finger under your left breast.

"It's not too weird?"

"It's just butterflies, Sunshine. And I liked the noises you made when I kissed this spot." He smirks.

"Yeah, but, you also have one. Does that feel too much like a 'couple' thing to do? What… what if… we br-"

"I don't plan on that happening, ever again." He states sternly. "Do you?"

You shake your head, and now the reason for the tattoo, the butterflies, flutter around again intensely.

"See? I've changed too." He grins, placing a single, sweet kiss on your cheek.

"Speaking of changing…" you start to push yourself up. "We should probably start heading over to the venue."

~~~~~

Once again, the atmosphere is bittersweet, but you can feel the energy from everyone to make this the best show ever.

You walk into the main dressing room for the last time, and are immediately met with Amelia's tear soaked face.

"Shit. No. Don't do that." You state.

"Oh shut up! I'm allowed to be emotional!" She exclaims, wiping the cheeks with the back of her hands.

"Wait…" you grab her wrists. "Is that a ring? Amelia! Is that a ring?"

She turns her palm down and shows off a brand new sparkling ring on her left hand.

"Oh! Right! This!" She giggles through her tears. "That beautiful bitch beat me to it and popped the question last night."

You let out a squeal and she quickly joins in.

"What's going on?" Natalie asks as she walks through the door.

Amelia simply flashes her new jewelry and Natalie runs over to get a closer look, joining in the squeal with the both of you.

"God it's been a wild year, huh?" She asks.

You and Natalie both nod.

"I'm engaged, Y/N is with Harry… Natalie is with Levi! No one saw that coming!"

"I'm gonna let that half insult slide." She chuckles.

"I just…" Amelia grabs one arm of each of you. "I've never been so emotional at the end of a tour. But I've never had some amazing girls to work with either!"

She removes her hands and puts an arm around each of you. "I love you both." Her tears start trickling back out.

"We love you too." Natalie chokes out, and you open your mouth but no words come out, so you just nod.

She pulls away and looks at the both of you. "We don't know what's going to happen, but I'm always here for you two. Okay?"

You both nod.

"Unless I'm on my honeymoon, then I'll be unreachable, busy with oth-"

"Okay!" Natalie blurts out, and the three of you laugh.

"Oi! The crying's over, yeah?" You hear from the doorway.

Amelia rolls her eyes. "Yes…"

"Okay, 'cause we, like, wanna have a lil 'last day of tour' hangout with you ladies."

You look at Amelia who shrugs her shoulders.

"Hey, it's the last day, everything is picked out or packed up… you're officially off duty!" She smiles, and you can tell she is holding back more tears.

"You know we've still got press and shit to do til the end of the year…" Louis states.

Amelia wipes her tears away again. "I know, you little shit. Just go… go take my girls away!"

"You just said-... oh for fucks sake… do you wanna come?" He asks you and Natalie.

"Yeah, I'll be right there." You state, nodding as Natalie follows him out.

"Hey, A…"

"Yep! Got them!" She grins, handing you a brand new shoebox.

"Oh my god! Thank you so so so much!" You beam, wrapping your free arm around her neck. "Thank you!"

"I'd do just about anything for you, girlie. And for him. Just keep it quiet, okay? Don't want the others to get jealous that they don't have someone as amazing as you!"

You shake your head and smile, walking away and heading towards Harry's dressing room, knocking on the door when you reach it.

"Umm… come in…"

You open the door and see Harry laying across the couch, his hands under his head and his feet up on the armrest on the opposite end.

He sits up and smiles as soon as he sees you.

"Why'd you knock?"

"I didn't wanna walk in on y-"

"Naked?" He laughs. "I would've preferred that."

You walk over and sit down next to him, holding the shoebox in both hands, and sitting it in your lap.

"What's that?"

"I know you had a pair before, and you lost them, so it's not really that special…" you hand him the box. "But I asked Amelia to help me find another pair for you."

He opens the box and pulls out a pair of gold Saint Laurent Chelsea boots. His eyes go wide as he pulls them out.

"Thank you, Sunshine!" He looks them over. "Wait… did you buy these or did she?"

"Umm…"

"Y/N! You didn't have to do that!" He smiles. "Wow. Thank you. I missed my other ones."

"But, these ones are… sort of… a custom pair…" You open the mouth of the boot a little to show some stitching inside. "It says Rockstar. It's super cheesy, but so are you, so I figured it would fit."

His mouth drops open and he grabs your face for a kiss.

"You are too good to me. Fuck." He grins, looking over the shoes again. "I love them."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." He smiles. "And I love you too."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"I love you too." You grab his face in between your hands and place a gentle kiss on his lips.

He puts the shoes back in the box and places them on the table, then he grabs your hips and pulls you onto his lap.

"How'd I get so lucky?"

"Well, Amelia found them. I think she had Caroline help, but I don't know."

"That's not what I meant and you know it." He gives you a playful frown.

"I know." You chuckle, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He lets out a strong exhale as his gorgeous green eyes stare into yours, and gives you a sweet smile. He moves his hands up your back and you lean in for a deep kiss, running your fingers through his hair.

"Shit." Niall suddenly says. You lean your forehead against Harry's and chuckle.

"Bloody hell, Niall, you have the worst timing." Harry scowls.

"M'sorry! Ah!" He replies, flustered. "Boys were asking where Y/N was. We're all waiting."

"What 'bout me?"

"Yeah, well, figured if Y/N was coming then you would be too…" He replies, and turns around to head down the hallway.

Harry pouts as you get off his lap.

"Come on, Rockstar." You giggle, grabbing his wrist and pulling him off the couch. "Let's go hang out with our friends."

~~~~~

The common room has basically been turned into what the hotel suites look like when you all go hang out in one of them.

There's a table full of snacks, a TV with gaming console, a bunch of couches, and they somehow managed to get the ping pong table in.

Niall immediately runs up to you and grabs your hand, staring at Harry with a cheeky smile, causing him to set you free from his hold.

"Yeah, Haz, she's my friend too, ya know. Technically, I knew her first!" Niall chuckles, leading you to the ping pong table. "C'mon, Superstar, wanna play a game with me?"

You can't ignore the huge grin on his face, and it tugs at your heart. "If you wanna go down, bud!"

Harry appears standing on the side of the table, in between the both of you.

"Now, Sunshine, this isn't like Tequila Pong, okay? This is regular ping pong." He laughs.

"Oh my god! Forgot all 'bout that!" Niall joins him in laughter.

"Nat, I'm retiring from being the champ!" You shout out.

"Yeah right!" She shouts back.

"No, Sunshine, that was one of the best nights of my life!" Harry exclaims. "In fact…"

He pulls out his phone and searches through it, while you begin to hit the ping pong ball back and forth with Niall.

The ball whizzes past you as you drop your palms against the table and bend over laughing, hearing the song that Harry is playing over the speakers.

(Don't Stop Believing)

Just a small town girl

Living in a lonely world

She took the midnight train

Going anywhere

"Oh my god, I'm never living that down am I?"

"Does anyone have a whisk lying around? This singing legend needs her whisk microphone!" Niall shouts.

"I hate you two."

"No you don't." Niall quickly replies, before grabbing his chest and bringing his paddle up to his mouth.

Don't stop believing

Hold onto that feeling

Street lights, people, oh oh!

He flails his arms and throws his head back dramatically as he sings, walking past Levi and Natalie at the snack table, and in front of Louis and Liam's game.

"We were… Nialler… we're playing…" you shake your head as he continues to sing. "Never mind then. We've lost him."

You place your paddle back on the table and look up to see Harry at the other end, with another paddle in hand.

"Rematch? Sort of?" He smirks.

"Are you sure you can handle another loss, Rockstar?"

He scoffs. "Like I said, this isn't Tequila Pong, babe. And I'm the reigning champ of this game."

"Bring. It. On."

He serves first and scores the first point, but the game ends annoyingly fast, with Harry winning the match.

[He wasn't kidding, he is the reigning champ]

"Well played, Styles." You smile, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist.

He wraps his around yours, and stares at your lips. Surprisingly, but also not surprisingly, you get butterflies again.

[He still does that to you, probably always will]

"M'gonna grab some snacks, want some?"

You nod, and make your way to the couch, where you find Niall searching for a movie.

"What are we watching?" You ask, taking a seat next to him and he rests his elbow on the armrest.

"M'tryna find 'Grease' on this damn thing." He growls.

"Yes! Perfect." You exclaim.

Harry brings over some popcorn for all of you, and hands a bowl to Niall. He takes a seat on the floor in front of you, between your legs, and wraps one arm under and around your thigh.

As the movie plays, you share some popcorn with Niall, being reminded of the time in South Africa. Even though it wasn't the best time there, you enjoyed those little moments with your friends. You clear your throat as you start to tear up, trying to keep it together for the sake of the hangout, and everyone else. Niall looks and props his arm up on the couch behind your shoulders, scooting you in a little closer.

"What's wrong?" He asks, causing Harry to turn his head around to you.

"I'm just going to miss this." You shrug.

Niall puts down the popcorn and wraps his other arm around you.

"S'gonna be fine, Superstar. We're not dying. The band's just taking a break. We'll see each other." He squeezes you tighter.

"The way Niall always shows up, we'll see him even if he isn't invited." Harry chuckles, slapping Niall on the leg.

"Hey. You're together 'cause of me. Be grateful!" He jokes.

"Wait, what?" You ask, your head turning to look between the two of them.

"Oh." His eyes shoot to Harry's, who responds with a glare. "I mean… no, it would've happened anyway."

"But…?"

"Well, that first day, after we ran into each other-"

"Literally."

"Yeah." He laughs. "I, like, went back to the boys and told 'em 'bout ya."

"Okay…"

"But, like, I told Harry how you joked with me, and how chill you seemed, 'cause you didn't freak out like most girls do. It was nice. I knew he'd definitely get along with ya. I told him so." He shrugs, and Harry subtly pokes his leg.

"What else did you tell me?" Harry teases.

"Ooh, yes. What?" You ask, extremely intrigued.

"I hate you, Harry… I told him how… beautiful you are." His head drops and blushes.

You break out into a huge laugh and wrap your arms around him for a hug. "Aww!"

"I knew instantly we would be friends, but Harry hadn't even met you and he was in love."

"Oh for fucks sake, Nialler!" Harry exclaims, turning back around to the movie.

"Sorry, sorry, he wasn't. Yet." Niall replies, then looks at you and nods, mouthing "he was", and causing you to giggle.

"We all loved you from the start, Superstar." He adds. "Well, we still do. That's how I know this isn't the end… not for our friendship…"

"I love you too." You wink, and you both turn back to the movie.

You feel Harry's arm wrap under and around your leg again, gently rubbing up and down the side.

You feel such warmth and comfort, with your boyfriend by your feet and one of your best friends by your side.

[He's right, those things won't change]

With the sound of the movie being the final comfort you need, you can feel your eyes getting a little heavy, and let out a big yawn as you feel yourself slowly drifting away.

~~~~~

<< HARRY'S POV >>

As the movie ends, Harry feels a foot tapping on his arm, and turns around to see Niall motion over to you. Your eyes are closed, your mouth slightly open, and slumped onto Niall's shoulder.

He nods at Niall, who pushes himself up gently, sliding out from under you, as Harry slides in. You nuzzle in and he kisses your forehead, causing you to hum and his heart to flutter.

"Y/N." He whispers.

You hum and nuzzle in more.

"Sunshine… you gotta wake up, babe."

You wrap your arm around his waist and he pulls you in closer, kissing your forehead again, and gently rubbing your arm.

[He can't believe how much he loves you. Niall wasn't totally wrong, it started a long time ago]

"Harry…" you whisper.

"Yeah?"

"I'll never leave if you keep holding me this way."

"Oh my god. You just used song lyrics. I broke you down." He chuckles. "We've gotta get ready. I've gotta go to our last sound check, and you said you wanted to change."

You pout and open your eyes, tipping up your head and cupping his cheek. You push yourself up and place a tender kiss on his lips.

"Alright." You smile.

"You're gonna be in the vip pit area, yeah?"

You nod.

"Good."

He sees you get a mischievous smile, and Harry furrows his brow in confusion.

"Uh oh. What?"

"Game time."

"Find you?"

You nod. "Find me during 'Stockholm Syndrome'."

"Done."

"Wanna bet?"

He wraps one arm across his body, and brings his index and thumb of the other up to his lip, tugging on it as he furrows his brow. His eyes get wide and his mouth pulls out into a wide grin.

"Winner picks where to go on holiday." He states.

"Holiday? We're going on a vacation?"

[He's wanted to do this for so long, just have some carefree, relaxing time with you. And now he will get the chance]

"F'course we are! Gonna have all the time in the world, and I wanna take you somewhere."

"Alright. Deal." You bounce up and down in excitement.

"Game on."

[But he doesn't even care if he wins this game, or where you two go, he's just excited to live with you and do life with you]

~~~~~

After getting changed into denim shorts and a white beaded black blazer, with black faux leather leggings, you track down Louis.

"Tommo!" You shout down the hallway, seeing Louis heading to the area behind the stage.

"Yes, love?"

"Can you do me a favor?"

"Anything."

"Stand over by the VIP pit area during 'Stockholm Syndrome'?"

[They're all told to space out on the stage…]

"Alright… why?"

"I'm tryna win a bet." You giggle.

[So, if he stands there, Harry can't, and you know Louis is always up for some mischief]

"Sneaky little thing, aren't ya?" He grins, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. "Done. See ya out there."

~~~~~

Actually being in the pit, surrounded by the family and friends of all four guys, is definitely a different experience than just watching from the crew walkway.

You can truly feel the energy of the venue from the fans, and it's absolutely electric. Plus everyone in your section is just beside themselves. A few of them, such as Liam's dad and Ben Winston, introduce themselves to you and chat for a moment. You feel so honored to be included in all of this, with all of these important people in the boys' lives.

The first several songs play, from 'Clouds' to 'Story of My Life', and it feels like each one is flying by. Everyone is belting the lyrics out, bouncing up and down excitedly, and screaming every chance they get. Even though you know how much the fans love the guys, you know that your section is on another level. Especially Liam's dad. You can hear him on the other side of the group!

Thankfully, 'Stockholm Syndrome' starts to play and your mind is distracted from the emotions building up, as you get ready to play your little game with Harry.

He starts out at the front corner, and you feel safe where you are, for now.

[Come on Louis, pull through, you want to win]

Who's this shadow

holding me hostage

I've been here for days

Suddenly, there is Louis walking up, instantly seeing and standing in front of you.

[What a good friend]

A couple of times, you notice Harry prop his foot up on the step to the walkway and look over to your section, but with the lights so dim you know he can't see you.

"Oh my god, he's trying so hard!" Natalie exclaims.

You let out a big laugh and she instantly joins in. Even though he keeps his entertainer mode on, you know he's getting mildly frustrated, and it just makes you laugh even more.

Baby look what you've done

Harry dances to the drums after his part and jumps onto the ramp in the middle of the walkway.

The other guys start heading back to the main stage too and you figure you have won, but Harry suddenly skips back down to the part of the stage right in front of you, smiling directly at you as he continues to sing the chorus.

Baby look what you've done to me

Baby you've got me tied down

You scrunch up your nose and he smiles again, turning around and heading towards the walkway as the song finishes.

"Damn it." You mumble.

"You were so fucking close!" Natalie laughs.

"Guess we aren't going to Italy." You shrug. "But I don't really care."

The concert goes on, and everyone remains at their peak energetic levels- the guys, the fans, the people in your section.

Song after song, you dance, jump, and sing, and Harry comes over to you every chance he gets.

You are a little bummed that they were back on the main stage for 'Steal My Girl', but as soon as the first chords of 'Act My Age' start to play, they make their way back down towards you all.

You can't help but have a huge smile on your face, and dance around to match their energy. It's always been a fun song, but this time it's being taken to another level.

They get to the second chorus and Louis walks closer, grinning widely at your group and the fans behind you, causing everyone around you to point back as they sing.

I won't act my age

No I, won't act my age

No I'll still feel the same

and you will too

Hey!

Liam walks up next to Louis as he points to the people in your section. Liam starts to jump up and down, pumping his hands up to get everyone else to jump during the fun part of the song.

Na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

At the end of the bridge, Harry walks over in front of you, waving at a couple of fans in the crowd when the chorus starts again, then focusing his gaze right on you. He smiles as he holds his mic to the crowd.

No I'll still feel the same

about you

Niall walks over and now all the boys are there, spread out in front of the entire VIP section.

I won't act my age

No I, won't act my age

No I'll still feel the same

and you will too

Hey!

Na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

Suddenly, all four jump around, hands in the air, causing your entire section to jump along with them, and belt out that part until the song ends.

The lights come up and they hang around that side of the stage as Liam makes a joke about how his dad is jumping around in the pit.

"No, seriously, we love all of you…" he states, motioning along the barricade to the whole group.

Someone down the other end signals for them to play the end of the song again, which the band picks up on, and everyone starts jumping around once more.

It happens again. And again.

Harry walks towards the other side of the stage.

"The people over here are like 'not again… we can't join in'..." So he looks at the band and holds his finger up. "One more time for everyone else!"

And they play it again. Each time, everybody is jumping around, singing along, laughing and dancing with the four guys who mean so much to them. To you. And if that wasn't a perfect representation of who they are, and the time you've spent with them, you don't know what is.

The concert continues with 'What Makes You Beautiful', and the vigorous spirit hasn't died down.

But then it's time for 'Drag Me Down', the very last song of this show, and of the tour. You take a deep breath as you prepare for an emotional experience.

Niall starts to make a speech, and Harry bends down to talk to a security guard. The man comes up to you, and another security guard, letting you know that they'll take you and Natalie backstage as soon as the guys exit too.

He looks over to you and then gives the men a thumbs up, telling them thank you.

Natalie elbows your side and you look over to her, seeing her slightly misty eyes. "Are you listening to Niall?"

You shake your head.

"Good, you'd be fucking losing it." She smiles.

"When did I become the more emotional one?" You frown.

"When you met Harry." She laughs, wiping the couple of tears that escaped.

Then you turn back to the stage, as Niall continues.

"Touring is the best part of what we do. And I think that's why it's a little emotional for us tonight, because we have, as I said, we've played so many shows around the world, every corner of the globe we've been to and, uh, we're obviously gonna miss it. So that's why it's a little bit emotional for us tonight.

[Shit. You can feel them. The tears, damn it. You want to be able to actually see them perform the last song…]

"I would like to thank the boys, the three other boys. For… for having me…" he chuckles, the quietest laugh you've ever heard from him. "I've had a great time boys, I love you very much, uh, thank you."

[Yep, here they come. Can't stop them]

They all gather in the center of the stage for a group hug and that's when you lose it.

[This is it, it's really all coming to an end]

The song starts to play, and all throughout, the guys are blowing kisses or waving to the fans, as well as shaking hands and patting each other on the back.

You do your best to sing along through 'Drag Me Down', watching the boys give it their all. And suddenly, it's the last chorus.

Nobody can drag me down

Nobody nobody

Nobody can drag me down

Nobody nobody

Harry leans his mic stand and looks over to you as you try to wipe away the tears that keep streaming down your face.

Nobody can drag me

Doooooooooooown

Nobody can drag me

Doooooooooooown

Nobody can drag me down

"Thank you Sheffield!" Harry exclaims.

They give individual hugs, or at least you think that's what they're doing because you can't see through the water that is still consistently filling your eyes. They're silhouettes make their way to the main stage, bringing the band down, and taking two bows, with a lot of thanks given in between.

And that's it. That's the end of the 'On The Road Again' tour. That's the end of touring, period.

[At least for now]

~~~~~

You run backstage as soon as the security guards open up the barricade for you.

Harry, Niall, Liam, and Louis are standing around chatting with the boys in the band, and you walk up to stand next to Harry, still wiping tears from your eyes.

You look over to see Niall trying his best to hold it together. You would totally give him a big hug but you know he'll break, and then you will too, so you'll save it for another time.

Louis is cracking jokes, and Liam is chatting away with everyone, but Harry is quietly observing. You bump his hip with your own and he looks down at you, a smile quickly appearing on his face.

[It looks… grateful… like he's happy you got him out of his thoughts]

"Hello gorgeous." He wraps his arm around your shoulder and kisses your temple. "It was good, right? Like, umm, do you think the fans enjoyed it?"

You see his eyes drop, with a stern look on his face, and you can feel his thumb pushing his rings around his fingers, so you grab that hand.

"Harry, it was amazing. Honestly, I'm not just saying this, it was probably the best show you guys have ever done."

He lets out a deep exhale and gives you another smile.

"You ended it exactly how you wanted to. You gave them your all." You add.

"I love you. I'm so glad you're here with me."

"I wouldn't be anywhere else, Rockstar."

"Yeah, speaking of…" he smirks. "I won the game!"

You roll your eyes. "Yeah, at the very last minute."

"It's still a win!" His mouth drops open dramatically.

"So… where are we gonna go?" You ask, wrapping one arm around his waist.

"Oi! So did your plan work then?" Louis asks as he walks by. "Tried to block his way s'much as I could."

"Damn it, Tommo!" You shout, and he winces at the response.

"Shit, sorry, love." He pulls his lips in and walks away.

"You cheat!" Harry exclaims, grabbing your waist and pulling you into him. "Doesn't matter, I won anyway."

"So where are we going?" You wrap your arms around his neck.

"Somewhere with a beach." He bites his lower lip. "Wanna see you in a swimming costume as much as possible."

You stick your tongue out between your teeth, then pull his head down for a kiss.

"I'd go anywhere with you, H."

"Yeah?" He grins.

"You could've picked L.A. and I would've agreed in a heartbeat."

"I'll take you all over the world if you want."

"That'll take a long time." You smile.

He takes in a deep breath and exhales with a smile, holding the back of your head and pulling you in for a much deeper kiss. You practically melt in his arms, like you have many times before, and you smile against his lips.

He pulls back and his gorgeous green eyes stare right into yours.

"Exactly."

~~~~~

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[dangerehrenn]

I beg you please more friends to lovers 😫😫😫

more friends to lovers!!! i hope you like these :)

friends to lovers hcs

chris:

chris has always been a good friend of yours

you always laugh at his jokes or silly comebacks

he always cheers you on when you’re about to do a stunt

“fuck yeah y/n!!! that was so good”

and he invites you to travel with him when he’s doing wildboyz with steveo

you’re both inseparable

and he flirts with you so much

like an insane amount

but you never realise how much he flirts with you because you think he’s like that with everyone

“you look so hot, you know? if i saw you in a bar dressed like that i’d try and get you to come home with me”

after he says that, he winks at you and walks away

leaving u a blushing mess thinking

wtf just happened

he gives you his clothes all the time

you shivered? his hoodie is now off him and on you

has anyone heard the songs ‘head over heels’ by tears for fears?

the chorus for that song is exactly what happens to chris

something happens and he’s head over heels

you’re probably laughing at another one of his jokes

and he’s like damn, i fucking love you

he tells you pretty quickly

and although he doesn’t seem it, he’s so nervous

“honey, i think i’m in love with you. and-“

but you’re so happy to hear he feels the same way you do

you cut him off by practically tackling him into a hug

which ends up in you kissing him with a massive grin on your face

no one’s surprised when they see you both together

“i knew it dude!!” - steveo

they probably had a bet on how long it would take u both to get together

dave won btw (he won $50)

bam:

so in my head for this you guys are childhood friends

you both grew up together, you living down the street from him

so you guys were (and still are) constantly together

you’re his number 1 fan at skate events

“go bam!!! that was awesome!”

you both started the cky video series

you encouraging him to go further with his ideas for it

then both of you being hired for jackass together

but because you both have been friends since you were like 4

you’re both so comfy together

lots of cuddle sessions

either on a couch

or in a bed

just wherever

and super tight hugs that last for ages when one of you is going through something

“y/n come cuddle” “okay im on my way”

you both say that you love each other

but you both always think ‘oh just as a friend’

nope

not the case

ok so maybe bam was your first kiss when you were both 13

but that was on a dare so surely it didn’t mean anything

it did. bam fell so hard for you

what he didn’t know, was that you fell hard too

and one day, during one of your cuddle sessions

bam moves away from you, so you turn to him to make sure he’s okay

and he’s just sat staring at you like he’s going to explode

“bam, you okay?”

“yeah i uh, wait”

so you wait

and then he kisses you

(better than when you guys were 13)

and he just blurts out “i love you. like, really love you”

and you just giggle

“i love you too bam bam”

ryan:

will do anything for you

you’re thirsty? ryan’s suddenly up getting a drink, you want one?

you mention that you haven’t had much to eat today? 30 mins later there’s a pizza delivery guy at the door

you both go to each other for advice

that’s how you became so close

you realised that ryan’s the only one who’ll give advice that’s worth listening to

and he realised the same with you

you both unknowingly get asked for advice about each other

“i like this guy but he’s so oblivious to every move i make”

ryan definitely takes you on long car drives if you’ve had a stressful day

he puts his hand on your thigh while he’s driving

and u almost explode

calling you a dumbass as you recall the idiotic thing you did that you did earlier that day

or calling you the same thing while you explain why you’re so stressed

“y/n you dumbass, you can’t stress over something like that”

you guys park up in some random place to watch the sunset together

and he turns to you

you lift your hand up to move some of his hair out of his face bc you wanna admire him

he grabs your hand and kisses it

his beard tickling a bit

then he says something that changes ur world

“i love you”

you swear your heart stopped while your stomach did flips

you kiss him instantly

and between kisses you whisper “i love you too”

ryan will definitely bring up some time when you asked him for advice

“i guess that guy wasn’t so oblivious was he?”

and you both start laughing

you stay and watch the sunset for a while before leaving

the next day when you go to set, your hands are laced together

a smile on both your faces

bam being so observant will notice straight away

“did you tell them? fuck yeah dunn i’m proud of you”

you turn to ryan to see him blushing, and you just grin at him, love struck

dave:

you guys have been friends since day 1 of jackass

and he definitely shows off for you

or tries to

someone will tell him to do a stunt that he doesn’t wanna do

but then he sees you, smiling at him, thumbs up

and he’s straight to it

that’s how he ended up doing firehose rodeo

and landing on his ass

but i guess it was worth it because you looked after him

“oh god dave are you okay?”

“yeah y/n i’m okay, did it look good?”

“it looked fucking amazing”

you’re the only person that can keep darf in check

you stop him from getting in fights with people 10x his size

but darf is the reason you find out he’s in love with you

you’re taking him home from a bar when he stops in the middle of the path

“come on dave we need to get you home”

“y/nnnnnnnnnnnn. i. love you. and i’m noooot saying this because i’m drunk, iiiiiiii love ya”

you’re in shock

he likes you back?

surely not, it’s darf speaking

you get him home and you crash on his couch to make sure he doesn’t fall out of bed or anything

when he wakes up the next morning, he already knows he’s told you he loves you

“y/n? about what i said last night-”

“i love you too dave”

“wait what? you do?”

you smile at him “of course i do”

everyone’s shocked when you tell them

“what, dave? dave that shits his pants, dave?” - everyone

you just laugh and ignore them

bc you’re happy together

ehren:

your best friend

your # work wife

you do all your stunts together

so you trust him 100%

and he trusts you

always wanting to know where the other is

“dave, you seen ehren today?”

“dave, you seen y/n today?”

poor dave is always in between you both

but he doesn’t mind

ehren is absolutely clueless about your feelings towards him

all he knows is that he can’t mess up your friendship by confessing his love because he appreciates you so much

so you definitely have to make the first move

you’re subtle at first

pretending to fall asleep on his shoulder

hinting that you’re cold so he gives you his coat

but he doesn’t get the hint

so you have to be more bold

“you look hot today ehren” “w-wait what”

“ehren please can i have a hug”

(that poor man will drop everything he’s doing to give you a hug)

eventually you get tired of him not getting it

so you just grab his face, kiss him and say “you dummy, i love you so much”

he’s lost for words

he loves you too, so, so much

so he does what any sane person would do

and he kisses you again, wrapping his arms around your waist as he deepens the kiss

once again, people are shocked when they find out

but it doesn’t really surprise them at the same time

“you and ehren? what the hell. makes sense though, you two being together”

#jackass #jackass headcanons #chris pontius #chris pontius headcanons #chris pontius x reader #bam margera #bam margera x reader #bam margera headcanons #ryan dunn #ryan dunn headcanons #ryan dunn x reader #dave england #dave england x reader #dave england headcanons #ehren mcghehey headcanons #ehren mcghehey x reader #danger ehren x reader #danger ehren #ehren mcghehey

[supercriminalbean]

Things that made me insane during criminal minds evolution:

Written while I watched so enjoy my bumbling mess. Spoiler alert of course.

Episode 7:

I've seen spoilers this time so I sad oh we. It's mainly only because of Garcia stuff.

The women in the opening looks like my old friend..huh weird.

Why did deputy dipshit do the opening quote gross.

Oh no it's the JJ and Penelope from season 3 scene but worseeeeee.

Emily is concerned and thinking.

Garcia baby you need a friend your obliviously not okay you need support.

Emily is a mood.

So I'm emotionally lately and Papa Rossi with Tara I'm cryinggg.

Okay no. I'm sorry but look I LOVE Tara I do and I get she just got broken up with but hear me out hear. When Luke and JJ almost died they didn't even get to go home for a sleep before they had to keep going on the case but Dave Is trying to get Tara to take 3 days off (hell yes she desever it but not my point right now) JJ in the last episode qas exhausted and honstely she's probably close to a break down and no one e is there for her apart from Will of course but what happened to the team that use to be a family please. It so broken.

I need David Rossi to give me a dad talk or someone to give me a dad talk please.

Where's Luke??? Ughh I'm over the writers.

Oh hi Luke never mind.

I fucking love Rossi and Luke they feed of each other I swear 😂

JJ your so quite baby. Your so pretty I love you.

The deputy douchbag is growing on me.

He was now no more.

Okay I love him again

Am I the only one who ships him and Emily? I mean no what no I don't...

Mm Ellias 😍

Rossi 😳😳 I uh um. I was looking at that yesterday to.

Everytime I hear them mention Reid I get excited but I know it's just teasing.

Boss, JJ, Double Boss. Only Garcia haha baby 😂

Emily freeze definitely scared the fuck out of Penelope you can't tell me otherwise. It scared me.

Emily is scared haha.

Emily same.

Committed to pleasure oh baby that's one type of pleasure huh.

He spent the night at my house..

EMILY GROAN IS ME I LIVE FOR IT.

EMILY FACE IS TO RELATABLE RIGHT NOW WHY IS SO HOT ALSO LIKE FUCK MOMMY?!?!!!

Penelope is scared and then was like a bitch like bruhh

I have to say tho even without Prentiss being a profiler just her being friends with Garcia for so long she knew she wouldn't call him today.

I can not take this episode seriously im sorry I love Garcia right now she reminds me of me this weekend.

I'm also Emily at my friend's decision in men.

The little I love you when she leaves.

Garcia needs to get her shit together but why is Noone asking her what she's up to? Does anyone check in on Penelope and JJ anymore like thoes two were always there for the team. Derek and Spencer were thier supporters and so was Hotch now they gone so just thoes two thinking they are all alone again because they have trust issues someone hug them please.

I'm starting to like deputy director he cool man just don't lie to people man, but damn he good at.

Why is Luke called Alvez by everyone it's weird.

Moose aww, I was also suprised the girl was alive.

Tara baby I wanna hug you.

Garcia please talk to him.

David Rossi I love you but why can't you fucking see that JJ and Garcia are not okay. Thank you.

Haha okay when the deputy director speaks and Rossi stares at him I just shkgfybsuajb fall in idk not love maybe I just need to get laid.

Bailey smile is cute haha dumbass I think you might die soon.

Fuck why is Luke in leather hot

The way Emily glance at him damn.

Okay I was hoping for Lesbian Emily this season ugh.

Mm Elias swearing 🥵🥵 holy crap me I'm not good

Nooo where did grace go???

Bitch don't follow the lights you dumbass

Aww I love this girl haha her view of God is great.

Garcia. Okay I know I KNOW we don't like this Tyler Green situation but his smile when she speaks is cute why can't I get a person to smile like that at me.

I love Garcia rambling its so cute.

Tyler getting it is good I like this it's good.

Um no do not go over!!! At least have Emily or JJ over please!! Or even better Luke... jealous Luke...please.

Ugh I'm sorry but I hate it I HATE it when females think they can push or slap other when annoyed or angry and think it's okay but if a man did it oh hell no. Ughhh Elias your wife annoys me.

Omg he was really so close to killing her and that's kinda hot and sad.. and I need therapy.

Grace and Ashley are awwww.

Bailey is cute and Emily Is adorable.

Bailey didn't lie, not suprise love it.

BAILEY I 100% UNDERSTAND I NEED MORE MEN MY DADS AGE TO DISAPOINT TO. but for different reasons...unless you also uhu.

Come and get it Mother fucker 😂

I hope Ashley lives.

Aww Bailey dumbass put pressure on the wound. I know it's late.

He's so sweet 😭😭 if I'm dying can he hold me please.

Oh no another crush on a fictional man ahhhhh noooooo. No no no. Oh fuck it why not.

Elias shot your wife please I don't like her.

He's not leaving for good it'd just a little while damn. Why they crying are they like not use to this. Doesn't he travel alot for work anyway I don't get it? Do I just have trauma and use to this shit?

Rossi ugh fuck you. Like yes Tara needs love but JJ just seems sad like please something wrong.

Holy fuck Will hi I missed you.

Oh shit 😂

I'm sorry but I love them but somethings wrong.

Noooo the case is closed haha Emily won't let that happen.

Tyler fuck off!!!!

He hot tho and the way he looks at her Is kinda cute.

TYLER SHUT UP PLEASE YOU ARE RUINING MY HOPES FOR LUKE.

I mean he's not lying Penelope Garcia also saved my life.

Her smile her smile her smile!

His smile his eyes.

No shut up Garia ew yes hot yes kinky yes I want you to say that to me (and Luke) but not him.

Like I don't like it but at least we finislly get to see Penelopes love life without stupid Kevin because when she dated Sam (season 9 to 11) IT DISAPPEARED.

NO PENELOPE NO! BAD PENELOPE!

Rossi please get some rest, I'm worried.

Oooh his own kill kit

Rossi gonna get himself killed.

Haha neighbor same, omg the song choice nooooo. Omg no no 😂😂

Okay I'm GARCIA! actually no I'm blaming that line on. KIRSTEN VANGSNESS!!!

THIS SCENE IS SO HOT HOLY FUCK.

His grin, the books,the heavy breathing. She totally rided him hard. But his hair isn't messed up weird.

Okay so um thoughts I know we want Derek go come back to knock some sense into Penelope but I don't think he's going to be that good... you know who we need.. we need and I know the Writers are going to really really struggle on this but um what about bringing but... JJ, Emily and Tara. OH WAIT THEY NEVER LEFT BUT SOMEHOW THE FRIENDSHIP BETWEEN THOES FOUR IS COMPLETELY GONE!!!!!!!!!BRING IT BACK! Or at least JJ and Penelope or please please after season 13 Emily just doesn't seem to like JJ any more. WHY?! GIVE ME A REASON AND MY FAMILY BACK.

Also Luke. Why is he even in the show? If your not going to give him much to do your just fucking us off. WE WANT LUKE WE WANT MORE LUKE.

#criminal minds #criminal minds evolution #criminal minds spoiler #david rossi #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #penelope garcia #tyler green #luke alvez #tara lewis #garvez

[lilylovesfoxs]

Changing the timeline VH (this is the first ending)

-did the pacifist route

-became friends with Dave

-didn't broke free of the crystals control

....

Lily: I always wondered what happens in a different timeline...-

*-a portal opens*-

Lily: WAIT WAIT WAIT I DIDN'T WHAT TO SEE THE DIFFERENT TIMELINES I JUST WANTED TO WONDER-

*-selecting timeline*-

*-VH selected*-

Dave: lily are you okay?

Lily: what are you doing here

Dave: oh I totally got sucked in...ya I totally didn't jump after you because you're my only other friend not at all...

Lily: after this I'm getting you therapy

*-they both noticed a tombstone*-

Lily: ... I have a feeling Henry's very sad

Dave: didn't he betray the government?

Lily: I have a feeling that's not the case and before we find a way to get back we better find a way to help him get back

Options:

Cyborg

Zombie spell

Teleporter

Lily:*-pulls out teleporter but teleporter won't work*-

Dave: it's probably not working because we're in a different timeline

Fail: wow for once Dave is right

Retry:

Lily:*-begins playing the flute*-

*-a zombie Charles he came out of the ground before biting Dave*-

Dave: AHHH

Fail: well great job you cause the zombie apocalypse

Retry:

Lily: okay I can find a doctor that can make a cyborg

Dave: dr Vinschpinsilstien

Lily: that is a long name but maybe she can help us where is she?

Dave: I'm pretty sure she's outside of the wall but the problem is we don't really know how to get there...

Lily: well if you want to help whoever is in this tombstone we have to figure out a way to get to her

Rupert: you know I don't know why we haven't thought of that and I can actually call her up she can help us

Dave: Rupert!

Lily: okay so... How are we supposed to get to her

Options:

Helicopter

Dave

Rupert

Cupcake

Lily: hey Dave do you have any ideas?

Dave: I have a car if that helps oh wait...

Fail: at least you tried..

Retry:

Lily: who wants cupcakes?

Dave: no thank you

Rupert: I already had food

Lily: okay I understand

fail: oh how nice

Retry:

Lily: how about you Rupert?

Rupert: I'm pretty sure I left my keys-

*-helicopter begins flying*-

Lily: really?

Fail: really?

Retry:

Lily: how about we use one of the helicopters

Dave: all right I don't see why not

*-they got into the helicopter and they fly to the boat*-

Dr Vinschpinsilstien: so let me get this straight... Someone named Charles died and explosion and you wanted me to bring him back... Okay but on one condition I need a assistant so I'm going to choose one randomly.

*- Dr Vinschpinsilstien looks at Dave*-

Dr Vinschpinsilstien: what is your name?

Dave: I'm Dave

Dr Vinschpinsilstien: okay so you're my assistant

Dave: wait what but I'm not usually good at my job-

Dr Vinschpinsilstien: oh that's okay I actually give tutors

Lily: can we please hurry this up

Dr Vinschpinsilstien; oh sorry yes lets hurry this up

*-a few hours later*-

Lily: oh Henry

Henry:?

Charles: hey Henry look I'm a cyborg now this is so cool

*-Henry hug Charles*-

Timeline changed

Ending: a cyborg pal

#henry stickmin government #henry stickmin au #henry stickmin rupert #changing the timeline #henry stickmin dave #henry stickmin oc #the henry stickmin collection #charles calvin #dr vinschpinsilstien

[stevenssticks]

Walk with me yall.....

Virgin Dave Mustaine *Feral Screaming*

Baby so horny and desperate barely holding himself back from pouncing in his First lover when they decide to get sticky with It as reader thought that mutual masturbation/sucking him off for the First time and letting him put in Just the tip would be enough to help him cool down but boy oh boy, Dave couldn't wait to get to feel what's like to fuck a real pussy after beating his cock so many times with those porn magazines thinking about his sweetheart so he begs and pleads to his Darling

Him being a nasty, perverted dirty talker naturally, all eager to shove himself as deep as he Can even If It makes him feel overwhelmed and on the verge of crying because no matter How much his sensible Dick Hurts, he loves How warm and wet it feels around him, and when he notices the little bulge whenever he slid in and her juices running down her thighs, making a mess where their bodies connected, she Can almost see his eyes Rolling back as he shivers and trembles while Cumming harder than he ever had before letting out noises that she never expected to see a Man doing

Poor reader, she is in for a long First night because no matter How many times he seems to cum, he Just can't get enough of the feeling

(THE FREAKIN AUH AUH NOISES U ALWAYS TALK ABOUT KEEP HAUTING ME IN MY DREAMS GRRRR)

HOLY FUCK IM WALKING WITH YOU. I AM MOST DEFINITELY WALKING WITH YOU WHAT THE FUCK. i might have to turn this into a full one shot bc mmmghhnmmmmmmmmmmm this is making me feel so many things.

for one: giving him his first blow job would be out of this world. he loves loves loves your mouth. wants to cum in it, fuck it. and he does just that. he’d beg you for it, asking “please please please can i fuck your throat? want it so bad. mouth feels so good.!” and ofc you pull off him for a sec to hesitantly say okay, and as soon as your mouth is back on him he’s grabbing your hair and fucking deep in your throat, letting out a wail bc bby boy is so overwhelmed at the feeling of your warm mouth. he’s cumming down your throat so fast and he’s so embarrassed about it he gets all blushy and shy<<333

OH OH AND giving him a pussy job and just rubbing your cunt over his dick but not actually putting it in. him whining and begging and rutting into you like he’s in heat asking “please. just the tip. i’ll be good i swear. please??” and you ofc cannot say no to a face like that and pleads like those. he gets you on your back and as soon as he presses the tip in he’s GONE. his eyes flutter close and his mouth drops open and he can’t even get a noise out with how good it feels. he’s gotten his taste, and now he wants more. he starts begging again and oh you’re giving in too. it feels so good to have him inside you already. you breathe out a little, punched out noise of approval and he’s slamming into you.

he’s so fucking horny and has been lusting for you since the day he met you and now it’s happening and he’s so overwhelmed with the feeling of it all. he literally would wrap his arms around you in a bear hug and start humping into you bc he doesn’t even wanna pull out at all. he’d be whining and moaning in ur ear telling you “feel so good. your pussy feels so good. fuck, i’m gonna cum inside you. needa cum in you. fuck fuck fuck” and you’re just holding him trying to ground yourself as he ruts into you.

the poor boy damn near howls when he cums, and even after that he can’t stop. he looks between your legs to where you’re connected to see a ring of his and your cum at the base of his dick and he’s already hard again. he’s so fucked out and overstimulated and it fucking hurts, but he’s still flipping you into every position he can and he doesn’t. stop. cumming. at one point he even crawls up the bed to lean over your face and have your throat again and you can taste his cum and yours on your lips and it’s so heady. he’d be so obsessed with getting you all messy and seeing spit run down your chin and hearing you choke on him. him letting out little “thank you”’s in between moans<3333

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yeah… i’m gonna need to make this into a full story. keep an eye out for that and anon whoever you are BLESS YOUR SOUL.

#dave mustaine #i believe in dogboy dave mustaine supremacy #he’s literally a big fluffy dog #megadeth #metallica #asks and replies #dave mustaine smut #dave mustaine fanfiction

[moonlightsmasquerade]

Okay , Swap Sub bad ending ( and being cryptic ) time!

My idea is that maybe the other deep ones are able to get Evie to remember her past existence as one of them before replacing the real Evelin , and that's when her humanity slips off .

Ruth was looking for Evie after she just vanished from her house , and unfortunately becomes Evie's first victim in a long while . Dave had been chasing after Ruth to prevent her from going too close to the water , and Evelin attacks him too , but he survives! Though not without losing something : his eyes , so now he wears his sunglasses 24/7 to hide the fact that he's blind .

It's after seeing Ruth's corpse and what Evelin has become , and having been told the whole story by Six not too long ago , that Adam probably has a full blown emotional meltdown . Maybe the deep ones already saw him as Six's "student" in becoming a worshipper , so maybe they're confused on why Adam is crying and screaming when he was supposed to be rejoicing along with them .

"Sweet child , why do you weep?"

The towns are overtaken just like planned , and seeing that the "miracle of God" that he believed in so much did not come to pass at all , I think Mark would give up and finally go into the water .

"We're so happy you've finally joined us , Mark! Cesar and Sarah have been waiting for you!"

I agree that Jonah would run the heck away while he still had time , but you know who else I think would leave? Mrs. Torres and Lynn . It was probably Adam who convinced his mom to flee without him , because he no longer wanted her to be scared for him seeing as his mental health declines .

"Distraught at the sight of her broken son"

After the whole indoctrination and reluctant follower stuff those two anons pulled up , I came up with something . Adam still becomes the "evil fish priest" , mimicking how charming and persuasive the deep ones are when they're pretending to be a human person , but he's doing all of this out of fear of death , but also because he wants to try and do something right for Evelin , since he's still in denial that she was a monster all along . Denial is the first stage of grief after all .

Of course , Six would have preferred if Adam believed what he preached himself rather than doing all of this reluctantly , but it's better than nothing he supposes . Speaking of the ugly motherfucker , he sort of "retires" after some time once Adam begins preaching the worship of the deep ones , but he's still around , looming behind his boy as a reminder not to try anything funny . Adam likes when his once father figure ruffles his hair or hugs him , even though he's aware it's all just tricks to keep him under control . He is just too touch starved to care at times . ( Inspired by the "We have given you , O Adam" passage from Oration on Human Dignity , by Giovanni della Mirandola )

"We have given you , O Adam , protection for as long as you live as our prophet , from whatever harm may come your way , as your mortal eyes and soul are too blind to see them as we old ones do . By your own human nature you are still free to do as you please when not using our word , but you are cursed to remember that you are forever bound to our will and your existence forever chained to ours"

As one last thing on the more wholesome note , Jonny could be a straight cat that Adam found and decided to adopt . He's basically like Adam and Dave's therapy cat . Didn't know where to put so I'll put it here : since Dave now needs near constant help because he's blind , Adam invited him to live together , so now it's traumatized boy and blind tired uncle figure living together with their therapy cat

No ending notes in this one , it's getting too long , so I guess you guys can ask whatever you want as compensation lmao

-Ace Anon

YEEEEAAAAA!!!!! Ooooooh man ADAM SENDING HIS MOM AWAY IM SOBBING and mark just.... AUGAHAH its very hard for me to articulate but I love this... So much

#submandela swap #SO GOOD ACE THIS IS AWESOME #augh RUTHHHHHHH #it all ends in TRAGEDY

[noterza]

oh em gee!! hey yall’ today I’m gonna be making homestuck boyfriend scenarios because IM BORED!! 😋

Before starting just know that this is for both genders men & women so it doesn’t matter what ur gender is u can just have any of these because ykyk😘😘

Going to the beach!!

Dave Strider

You and Dave were going to the beach today and you decided to wear your nicest bikini/bathing suit. You walked to your closet and just as soon as you opened it you saw the perfect one. [insert any bathing suit u want] “Yeah this is definitely the one.” You said. As you put on your bikini/bathing suit Dave walks into the room and suddenly his eyes wide as he blushes and just walks out like if nothing happened LOL. “Oh my god??!?! Knock next time!!” You blush as you finish getting dressed and covered yourself with a sweater and grabbed your car keys. You and Dave got inside the car and drives to the beach.

You then arrived and got out of the car. “Dave look!! We can put our stuff over there!!” You stated. “Oh yeah sure babe.” Said Dave. You held his hand and walked over the sand and started to set your stuff down and lay back to relax. You kissed him and he got really flustered as he kissed you back. You guys cuddled with each other for the whole time you were just at the beach and then decided to get into the water!! “Come let’s go to the water!” “Oh oka-“ You grabbed him and dragged him to the water and started to splash the water on him and he started to laugh and so did you!! You guys would splash the water on each other and had a great time. Turns out Dave actually didn’t put on sunscreen and got the biggest fucking sun burn ever.

Karkat Vantas

You and Karkat were at the beach and you guys were having a great time!! You decided that you wanted to have a drink and told Karkat. “Hey Kk, you wanna get a drink with me?” You asked. “OK.” He just said. You guys walked together holding hands and then went to the bar. As soon as you got there you guys sat down and ordered a drink for both of you. You were kinda hungry too and got a hot dog for both of you.

10 minutes later the man came back with your drinks and you guys also ate ur hot dogs happily. After you both finished, it was now 6:32 PM. You guys were gonna go back home but then you decided to do something fun. when you guys went back to the sand, you kissed Karkat and hugged him tightly. He was blushing really bad and you laughed slightly. “Hehe, you’re so cute.” He blushed even harder at the comment and kissed you back. “You know, you can’t be doing that to me.” You both laughed and shared one more kiss.

You and Karkat held hands as you walked back to the car and driver back home listening to your favorite songs and singing along to them while laughing hardly.

John Egbert

“Hey baby!!” He said. “Oh hey John!” You stated loudly. “I was just wondering if u wanted to go to the beach?” “Omg. YES.!!?? I’ve been dying to go to the beach this whole week!!” You shouted. “You both got ready and drove other there. You guys got out of the car and walked to the beach to get your stuff ready. You took out the sunscreen from your bag and told John to turn around. “Hold on let’s put on sunscreen first before we hop into the water.” You said. “Okay!” He turned around and let you do your thing.

You rubbed the sunscreen on his back and then you let him put some on yours. He laughed as you did too. When he finished putting the sunscreen on you, you guys held hands and ran to the water. You both jumped in and started splashing around giggling and wheezing at each other. “John!! Stop splashing!!” You laughed out loud. “No way, you first!” It got intense and you both got into a splashing mess. LOL. You both couldn’t stop laughing even in the car drive home.

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AND THATS IT!!! Please give me suggestions of who I should add into this shit because idk who to add HELP😭 Also give me suggestions of what kinds of scenarios I should to next plsplspls 😞 BYE GUYS

#homestuck #dave strider #karkat vantas #john egbert #boyfriend scenarios #boyfriend