I'm still laughing cause Goth calls all version of Geno mom. He calls naomiiisenju's geno 'mom', he calls fatal 'mom' and i think there's more? If he meets MCQ geno would he call him 'mom'? Sorry for thus long random question.
• Every time I go in a Target, I become invisible. People can’t hear me talking to them even when I’m standing right in front of them. Waving in their faces doesn’t seem to work.
• I once walked up to an entire group of red-vest-wearing employees and had all five of them walk away from me mid-question.
•They seem to migrate from the toy section to the food section like soulless jellyfish.
• They don’t know if Target sells dish soap.
• I don’t know if Target sells dish soap.
• Once, a person walked over, picked up a fuzzy throw-blanket out of my cart, and left with it while I stood there telling them that it was mine.
• The always weirdly crowded shoe section that’s mostly sandals.
• Last month I stopped in the mini Starbucks area of Target and stepped up to a surprisingly empty counter (for the middle of the day). No one appeared for the entire twenty minutes that I waited, but the lights went off and on a few times.
• I once saw a man entering Target with a screaming child over his shoulder. She had an ‘Out of Order’ sign in her hand, and kept repeating, ’I don’t want to go here.
• Their clothing sizes are darkest black magic.
• The changing rooms. (Before they vanished.)
• I lost four people in the middle of the furniture isle. I found them a half hour later in Hot Topic.
• I once stopped at a Target for a bathroom break during a long road-trip. When I entered the store, half the lights were off in the back section, and someone was yelling, “STOP IT, YOU GIANT BITCH!”
• There’s always a questionable swamp in the corner of the Target bathroom.
• When they switch all the moving/talking Halloween items over to the moving/talking Christmas items.
• I’ve seen eight different dogs wandering around by themselves.
• The local Target has birds flying around inside all the time.
• When I was a teenager there was this guy who drove around the Target parking lot blasting the chicken dance and dancing with his shoulders.
• I’ve seen a thousand mirrors break in Target during ‘move into your dorm room’ season. Doubt anybody buried a potato.
• They owe me $20
• I keep finding children in the clothing racks. (I don’t keep them.)
• You can never return anything, ever.
• If you eat their food you probably will never be able to return to the human world.
• Every picture I take in there comes out weird. Blurry, too bright, smudgy, wavy, too dark, weirdly green???
• That last checkout lane at the end with all the ‘as seen on Tv’ items and a million creepy jugs of green liquid for kids.
• I have 14 year-old socks from Target that look brand new. (My clothes typically develop holes the moment I look at them.)
• The animal heads.
• Pit of Death (aka: the far back corner where seasonal stuff goes to die.)
• I once kicked one of the giant red orbs outside and it moved.
• I watched a guy causally glide out of the loading doors and into the parking lot on a huge dolly.
• The ‘Is This Actually Only A Dollar Or Is It Five?’ section.
• I spent a half hour listening to a guy tell me why I needed an IPhone or I can’t be a part of human society. This was before the first iPhone was even for sale in the store.
• It’s bigger on the inside.
• I found this hideous lump of a fur hat for sale last winter, and wore it around the store my entire time there. Still invisible.
Summary: Nico has never felt quite right– he’s always liked pretty things and he’s always been afraid to express himself. And Will wants to fix that.
Word Count: 1,989
Warnings: unsupportive parents/brief mention of homophobia.
Memories are always just a little on the blurry side.
When Nico looks back, he’s always surprised by what seems to be the most clear and what his brain decided to smudge out. He finds that, usually, whatever it was about that particular moment that made him feel something, that’s what appears to be the most distinct in his mind’s eye.
In the second grade, he’d fallen down a flight of stairs. When he thinks about it, he sees the tile rushing up to meet him, he feels his stomach drop, he remembers lying at the bottom on his back, gasping for breath and being so in shock that for several long seconds he could not even cry.
In the seventh, he’d stood in front of one of his best friends, his hands shaking and his heart thudding like a death march, and had told him about his crush, that he liked him. He remembers watching the smile slip from his friend’s face, he remembers him taking a slow step backward. He does not remember if the other boy had uttered anything at all, but he remembers the feeling that settled in the pit of his stomach, he remembers the expression on his friend’s face.
And when he was much, much younger, before he’d even gotten past preschool, he’d sat on the bathroom sink in one of his sister’s dresses, and she’d told him, her voice deathly serious, that he had to keep absolutely still or else this wouldn’t work. But with a makeup brush dusting over his cheeks, Nico had found this nearly impossible; he’d giggled the entire time and stuck his tongue out when Bianca chided him.
Nico doesn’t remember what he’d looked like afterward, but he can only assume that it had been something akin to a clown. Bianca was, after all, only a year older than him. He seriously doubts that she’d known how to correctly apply an eighth of the stuff she was playing with.
He does, however, recall that they’d been having a pretend tea party in her room later and their father had come home to find them. He remembers jumping up and running to greet him just like he always did. And he remembers the horrified look on his father’s face, remembers him demanding that he take a bath immediately and get rid of the stuff and he remembers coming back later to find that Bianca’s cheeks were stained with tears and her telling him that they could not play dress-up anymore.
And he remembers being confused and sad. Feeling just a bit hollow because he hadn’t known what he’d done wrong.
Just a few weeks later, he’d snuck into Bianca’s room and pulled out the dress. And then he’d hauled himself up onto the bathroom sink and covered himself in his mother’s old makeup (she’d died before he was born and now Nico thinks that maybe that was why his father was so harsh), made faces and laughed at himself in the mirror. He remembers most clearly, his father looking at his older sister and uttering defeatedly, “Look what you’ve done to him.”
And it’s not just that, he thinks that maybe he could have looked past the disdain of his father if everyone else were not the same. If he didn’t get made fun of at school for playing with girl’s toys or if he hadn’t gotten strange looks at daycare when he’d delved into the girl’s dress-ups.
So, that’s what he’s thinking about, standing in the middle of JC Penny’s and staring down at a short red dress. Because he still likes pretty things. He always has. For twenty-two years, he’s adorned himself in all black–just plain t-shirts and jeans and tennis shoes–and stood in front of his bedroom mirror, never feeling quite like himself, never being confident in his appearance, and trudged out into the world despite it. Feeling sick and wrong and hating who he is. (He’s already gay, he can’t let his father down another time.)
He jumps and whips around so fast that he’s just a bit dizzy. It takes his eyes a few seconds to fully focus on Will’s features. He’s grinning, his head tilted to the side just slightly and his hands buried in the pockets of his jeans.
Nico’s cheeks are burning. “Oh, this?” He lifts the dress in a way that’s too jerky and stiff to be casual. He’s fighting to keep his voice level. He’s not very sure at all that he’s being even remotely successful. “I was… just wondering if Bianca might like this. You know, for Christmas.”
Will’s eyebrows dart upward, “Oh? Well, yeah… I think that she would.” There’s something in his expression. It’s too tight. Nico is almost certain that Will doesn’t believe him, that somewhere deep inside, he’s just as disgusted as his father had been all of those years ago.
He just gives him a forced smile and declares that he’ll buy it for her, then. Will doesn’t make any further comments. It’s only when they get back to their apartment that Nico realizes that the dress might not even be Bianca’s size.
Three weeks later, they’re sitting in their living room and Bianca is opening the gift. And she does love it, practically tackling Nico in a hug and declaring that he’s always had better fashion sense than anyone she knows. And Nico is smiling, but Will knows him, and he sees that it’s just a little bit forced, that he looks away quickly at Bianca’s compliment and his jaw tightens just the slightest bit. That he looks just a little bit sad, maybe even wistful.
So, when the party has ended and everyone has cleared out, Will tells him to sit back down on the couch and then carries out a white clothing box and sits down next to him, braces his hands down on it and lets out a nervous breath. “This is your actual gift, but I didn’t want to give it to you in front of everyone because I… Well, I didn’t want to embarrass you and I’m… I’m still not even sure if I’m right about this whole thing.”
He meets Nico’s gaze. It’s troubled, he looks just as nervous as Will feels, but pulls the box from Will’s lap onto his own and slowly lifts the lid off, places it to the side. He just stares for a moment, and then reaches in, like he almost doesn’t believe it, and lifts the clothes out one by one.
First, an over-sized sweater. Cream-colored and delicately crocheted.
Second, a floral-print pencil dress with shoulderless sleeves.
Next, pastel pink skinny jeans.
And last, a simple, loose, dark gray t-shirt with maroon stripes.
Nico just sits, clutching the garments in his hands, and stares for what seems like hours.
Will’s hands are clamped together, his brows tied in a tight knot. “We can take them back… I… I just saw how you were looking at that dress the other day, Nico. And I’ve seen you look at things like that before and I just thought– but you don’t have to take them.”
When he finally looks up, Will realizes that he’s crying.
“Will, I love them.” His voice is shaky and waterlogged. When he finishes speaking, he sobs quietly, clutches the clothes tighter to his chest.
Will reaches out and urges him forward until Nico is snuggled into him, his head resting on his shoulder, and wraps his arms around him, presses his face into his hair. “What’s wrong, Nico?”
Nico laughs shakily, “Nothing. Nothing at all. I just–” He pauses to sniffle and gasp, press his face into Will’s soft shirt, “No one has ever… No one has ever told me that this is okay.”
“Of course, it’s okay, Nico. You can wear whatever you want. Be whoever you want to be. I just want you to be happy and if this is what is going to make you happy then you can sure as hell bet that I’ll be here to back you up.” He’s grinning, Nico can feel it against his scalp, and it makes him smile too.
“Thank you,” Nico whispers. It’s so quiet, almost reverent. Will has to take a few seconds to just close his eyes and breathe. Just push his fingers through Nico’s hair and listen to his shaky breaths and know that he loves him.
After several long, drawn-out moments, Will pulls back slowly and gently lifts Nico’s chin. “Do you think you’re trans? Because that’s okay too.”
Nico smiles at him, laughs because he’s relieved and elated and he can’t believe that he got someone this good to love him so much. “No. No, I just… I like pretty things.” He blushes and looks away, bites his lip.
Will grins, “Well, that’s fitting.”
Nico’s brows draw together and his lips twitch, “Why?”
“Because you’re pretty.” Will cups his face in his hands, brushes his lips over Nico’s nose and then his chin, “You’re beautiful.”
Nico is just staring now. Openly, blatantly staring. “You really think so?”
“God, yes.” He says it like he can’t understand why Nico doesn’t believe him, like it’s completely obvious and truer than daylight or wind or love itself. It makes Nico’s heart break. So he leans forward and pushes their lips together, drags Will as near to him as he can possibly be, and kisses him until they’re both a little breathless.
Will pulls away first, just so that he can nudge their noses together and murmur, “You should try them on for me.”
Nico grins and jumps up, runs off to the bathroom without any further prompting. Will can’t stop smiling, he’s never seen him this content. (And he did that, it’s the best feeling in the world.)
Nico comes out a few minutes later, having pulled on the sweater and the pants. He has his arms wrapped around himself, is almost caving inwards. He looks nervous, hopefull, biting his lip and giving Will a hesitant smile.
Will is gawking. He pushes himself up off the couch slowly and walks forward, his eyes sweeping over Nico’s form. The sweater is slipping off one of his shoulders (revealing the clear-cut and delicate line of his collarbone) and he’s made sweater paws, so Will is a little more than slightly enamored with him.
Will reaches him and takes hold of his arms gently, pulls them around himself and slips one of his own arms around Nico’s waist, cups his jaw with his other hand. Just stands and looks at him.
“Do I look okay?” Nico says. Breathlessly, like Will’s answer will change everything. And, maybe, in some ways, it would.
Will laughs, “Are you kidding?” He kisses him, soft and sweet, because he feels like he needs to. And then he trails a few more down his jaw, drops one on his neck and then two or three on his exposed shoulder, just because he can. Buries his face in the crook of Nico’s neck and holds him close, “You look fantastic.”
“I don’t think I’ll wear them in public just yet… I… I’m not ready for that but…”
Will nods–more nuzzzles against his skin–and starts tracing patterns into his shoulder blades, “Okay. Maybe… Maybe we could work up to it? You could get… like, just little things: bracelets and rings and such… Maybe even some light makeup if you want. You know, so that you feel more confident and comfortable but people won’t notice as much and then later…”
Nico feels like he might start crying again, so he just fists his hands in the fabric at the small of Will’s back and presses his face into his neck, breathes in his scent. “I love you so much, Will Solace.”
Will is getting distracted again, pressing affectionate kisses onto the side of his neck, “I love you too…”
Could you do a scenario of what it would be like if law’s s/o and
eustass’s s/o was an amazing chef and they love their s/o cooking and
their s/o would tease them and use food a black mail
“Cuddle with me” “not right now im busy” “alright then ,I guess I’m not
make cake tonight” “come here *cuddles*”
requested by briannabrown4878
A/N: I hope you like itttt
You loved to cook. It didn’t matter which kind of dish it was, you simply loved the sight of it and the smile it brought to the faces of your loved ones, when they tasted it. With loved ones, you especially meant your boyfriend Trafalgar Law.
The two of you were together for quite some time now and even though you knew each other very well, there still were a few secrets that were… well… secret. Your love for cooking for example, or better said, your talent for cooking. It never came up in a conversation and you guessed, it wasn’t really important anyways, so why bother telling? And that’s what you did. You never mentioned anything about it, besides that one time.
“And who’s gonna cook for us now?”, Bepo had whined. “We will starve now, right? Either starve or get poisoned!”, he had cried again and flung himself into penguins arms.
Said man had almost lost his balance due to the weight of his crewmate, but caught himself before his face had met the floor. “Calm down, Bepo! Maybe Captain will cook for us?”, he suggested, not really sure about it himself.
“What’s going on, guys?”, you had interrupted the conversation, too curious to stand in the corner any longer.
“Oh, Y/N!”, the bear had screeched and switched from penguins arms into yours. “Dwe dchef dcook is dwick and- and-..”
Confused you had looked over to penguin, your left eyebrow raising shortly after. “What exactly…?”
“The chef has caught a cold and Captain told him he needs to stay in bed and not touch anything in the kitchen- and not touch anything related to you- unless he gets better. ”, he had explained and you let out a quiet sigh. “I mean, we have enough food for a few days left, but we have no one who can really cook them.
I mean, we could try something… but we’ll probably poisen the whole crew afterwards and just die horribly… or we starve to death… horribly.”, he had ended and you felt bepo wailing harder in your arms.
“Relax guys, no one will die. I can cook!”, you had said, letting go of bepo and walked into the kitchen. “Don’t worry, I got you!”
And that’s how it all started. You tried your best to be at the same level as the chef and to be honest, it worked. Everyone loved the dishes you had put down on the table that day, even if it was just something simple, they loved it. It had warmed your heart after you saw that nothing was left and everyone had a satisfied smile on their face.
You couldn’t help but notice that Law had eaten most of it, though. Even the next day you saw your boyfriend eat bowl after bowl and not helping yourself, you started to giggle. He really did like your food, a fact that made you smirk. You could use that information very well.
That evening, after almost everyone went to bed, you quietly walked into Law’s room. All the lights were off, the only source of light the little lamp by his desk, where he sat, a book in his hands and a frown on his face. He did not react to you sneaking in and for a second you thought that, maybe, he might have not heard you.
As quietly as possible you walked over to where he was seated, but before you could reach him, he had stopped you. “What do you think you’re doing?”
You almost slipped, a grip on the shelf next to you, your lifesaver. “God, you scared me.”, you whined, the heart in your chest beating fast.
“You were the one who sneaked into the room.”, without bothering to look up, he changed the page on the book. “Why are you still awake? You need to get at least 8 hours of sleep.”
You opened your mouth, ready to tell him the same, but decided against it. Instead, you walked up to him and slung your arms around his neck. “I want to cuddle.”
“Not now, I will cuddle with you after I’m done with this book.”, he said, not really bothering to wait for your answer, just simply deciding this one.
“Hm, is that so?”, you smirked against his neck. “You know, I actually wanted to make pasta tomorrow… the one you really like, but I don’t think I will… I don’t feel very good.”, you sigh dramatically and loosen your grip on your boyfriend, but a hand on your arm stops you.
“Well, actually, I think I wouldn’t mind you sitting on my lap while I read this book.”, he said. You bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing and walk around the chair he is sitting on, taking a seat on his lap and snuggle your face into the crook of his neck.
Instantly you feel your heart beat faster again and welcome the comfortable warmth that comes from Law’s body. For a few minutes the both of you don’t move, his hands and his head the only things that occasionally move to change the page and to slowly snuggle closer to you.
“Law..”, you mumble sleepily, eyes closed.
“Hm?”, he whispers back. “I thought you were asleep.”
“I want a kiss.”, you whisper back and open your eyes a bit, looking up to his own, only to find them already looking at you.
He hesitates for a few seconds and you think he will decline, so you do the only thing that comes into your mind. “You know, the pudding that I made today…the one you really loved…I think I can do it tomorrow too, but I might need some encouragement, otherwise, I might forget the recipe.”, you bite your lip and look at him, trying your best to look sad.
“I know exactly what you’re doing.”, he whispers, a bit annoyed and a bit amused. “I think you have forgotten who you’re playing with.”
Smiling you look around in the room. “Hm? Sorry, what was that?” He smirks and before either of you can say something, his lips are already pressed against you own. It’s only a short kiss, but still long enough to take your breath away.
“So,”, he whispers against your lips, eyes half closed. “Pudding then?”
Eustass Kid was not someone to play with. That was something everyone knew. You knew that from the first moment and you will probably remember it until your last moment. That red haired idiot was intense, reckless and most of the time angry.
He was a handful, always did things on his own and made you and your crewmates worry about him 24/7. You couldn’t control him, no one really could, and even though he was your captain and your lover, he frustrated you to no end.
“Kid, wait, that makes no sense!”, you had yelled after him, Killer standing right next to you.
“It doesn’t need to make sense, it just needs to work.”, he yelled back from the other side of the room. “They were annoying me; so we will destroy their home. It’s simple.”
You had rolled your eyes, watching the redhead walk towards the door, the masked man following him silently, both of them ready to leave the ship, ready to visit the amateur pirates that had decided to annoy your partner. Honestly, how stupid could they be?
“Seems like I’m not going to cook today, then.”, you had whispered, mostly to yourself, and raised your eyebrows surprised when the two man stopped walking and turned around.
“You’re right.”, the captain spoke again. “It makes no sense, we will just visit, steal some stuff, break a few things and come back to the ship… with dinner… on the ship.”
Confused you raised your hands in the air. “Ugh, you confuse me so much!”, still happy that you somehow got your will though.
And that’s how it really started. You found out that every time you mentioned food, or better said, the food you were making, Eustass kid, the angry, reckless and troublesome Eustass Kid, turned quiet. You had him completely wrapped around your finger, not only him, but the whole crew. The first time you had helped in the kitchen, everyone had complimented the food and even though you knew, you were an alright cook, you never knew it was THAT good. But who are you to complain, right?
Day after day you would blackmail your loved captain with food, always making sure to stay subtle about it. He never noticed anything, or if he did, he ignored it.
You searched for him, a plan already forming in your head and after a few questions to Killer, you found him in his room, talking to one of your crewmates. You stood by the door for a few seconds, not sure if you should come in or stay hidden, but after a while you walked inside.
“Yes, captain!”, and then he walked out, sending you a friendly smile, which you returned happily.
“Hey,”, you greeted the red haired man. “Are you busy?”
“No.”, he answered and briefly checked you out. “At least not for you.”
“You know,” Smiling you walked up to him and stopped right in front of him, trying your best to look innocent. “I really need some new clothes, all of my old ones got destroyed by fights,”, you blinked twice. “or by you.”
“You can buy some as soon as we go on land.. which is in about 2 days. ”, he mumbled, a strong grip on your hips holding you close to him.
“But, there’s this island I saw a few hours ago. If we just change the route a little bit, we can-”
“Absolutely not.”, he let go of you and walked towards his desk, searching for something. “We will definitely not change the route. It will cost us too much time, it doesn’t matter how much clothes you need.”
A sigh left your lips, you knew this was coming. “Alright then. I guess I can’t change it.”, you pouted, but smiled shortly after and went for it. “It’s just so sad, because there’s food missing in the kitchen and I don’t think it will last for two days. At least not for that one bowl of soup you like so much.”
You looked at the floor and sighed again, more dramatic this time. From the corner of your eyes you could see him turn around, watching you for a few seconds before he started to whisper.
“Aren’t you just a little shit?”, then he huffed. “I know exactly what you’re doing. Do you think I’m that easy to play with? Me, Eustass kid? Do you really think, I will change the route, just because of food?”
You raised your eyebrows and crossed your arms, staying silent. You were sure he would fall for it, so sure, but now, you were once again frustrated. For a few seconds neither of you spoke, him glaring at you and you glaring right back.
Then, after a few more seconds, he looked down on his desk, then back up to you. You could practically hear him arguing with himself in his head and after a while, he broke the silence.
“How long did you say will it take to the island?”
I mainly made these for my own reference, but I’ll post them here in case anyone else can get some use outta em too. Darkpath spans from late summer, through winter, and into the next year, so everyone would need outfits for the occassion. I also took the bandages/gauntlets off Tadashi’s arms so you can see the burn scars there.
Good thing Cass managed to salvage some things from the old Lucky Cat, she found Tadashi’s Ninjas hat and also his old green blazer. She also gave them some money to go clothes shopping if they wanted. As for where Hiro gets his clothes from, who knows, probably send Gogo out to steal them or something
Star-Spangled Birthday ~Steve Rogers smut for anon~
Hey since you said you wanted to write for other fandoms and today is
Steve Rogers’ birthday could you do a one shot where the reader( female
please) and the other Avengers celebrate his birthday and the 4th of
July and the reader she gives him a special bday surprise later ;)
Let’s say this takes place sometime in Season 4 between the Miss Mystic Pageant and the Hybrid Slaughter; basically before everything went to hell.
I could probably be persuaded to continue this, it was really fun to write :)
“I can’t believe this! This is all your fault, you know.”
Klaus sighed, eyes raised to the heavens as he continued to walk behind her through the woods.
“Maybe if you could go five minutes without trying to take over the world-“
“I would hardly call this plan world domination material, love,” he interrupted, halting his steps as she abruptly stopped, turning stiffly to face him.
Caroline leveled a glare at him that would cause most to cower before her. “Oh, my mistake, not the world, just my home town! That’s not nearly as bad,” she said sarcastically, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Glad you agree,” he said, giving her a grin.
“You’re infuriating!” she cried, turning on her heel and stalking away from him.
The hybrid chuckled softly before continuing after her, contemplating his next move. He certainly hadn’t planned to end up in the middle of the woods, unsure of his exact whereabouts. And Caroline was most certainly not supposed to have interrupted the spell his witch was casting, causing them to be transported here in the first place.
Klaus continued to follow the angry vampire, keeping his distance as she fumed, storming through the woods. He couldn’t understand why she was so upset, it’s not like the spell was supposed to kill anyone; not directly anyway.
“Oh. My. God.”
He was pulled from his thoughts by her startled words, flashing forward to her side, a protective arm shooting out in front of her. Klaus looked at her in question, noticing her open mouth and wide, confused eyes. As he turned to see what had alarmed her, his own jaw dropped at the sight.
“Is that… Stefan?” Caroline whispered, voice full of confusion.
The boy in front of her looked like her friend, yet his hair was longer and his clothes were so… old. He almost looked like he belonged at the Founder’s Day Celebration. Had she forgotten what the date was? No, it was still fall, totally the wrong time of year for that. But then…
Caroline gasped, her hands flying up to cover her mouth as she continued to stare in shock. Klaus turned to look at her, seeking an explanation.
“That’s Stefan,” she said slowly, her voice shaky as she let her hands fall back to her sides. “And that’s Damon,” she continued, trembling finger pointing at the dark haired man who was also sporting longer hair and strange clothes.
You rolled over and nearly fell out of the bunk. “Woah, girl” you heard as a pair of hands pushed you back to safety. You slowly opened your eyes and glanced around to find that you were in the bunk alone. Great, you thought to yourself after the fog from sleep cleared, last night he fucking kissed me and now I wake up alone. You sighed as you rolled onto your stomach and stretched. “Y/n? Are you awake?” Calum called from somewhere on the bus. Instead of answering you found your phone to scroll through Twitter and see if anything was going on, you weren’t ready to get out of bed yet.
You didn’t see much of anything, the app was still opening when you heard a girl’s voice. “Y/N! I BROUGHT COFFEE” she shouted. You knew that voice very well. “ASHLEY!” you screamed. There was a huge smile on your face as you tumbled from the top bunk, flailing but managing to land on your feet. “Told you she’d ignore you” Halsey elbowed Calum in the ribs. “You bribed her with coffee though” Calum pointed out. Halsey wasn’t able to reply because you rushed at her, nearly knocking her over as you gave her a hug. In fact, if she hadn’t bumped into Calum, who steadied the two of you, you would have been on the floor.
“What are you doing here? Where are the other lads? Where are we even? What is going on?” the questions spilled out of your mouth. “Wow. I’ve never seen her this awake before coffee. The morning we met her I was afraid she was dead” Calum laughed from where he had sat down. You rolled your eyes before you and Halsey shot the same look in his direction. “Alright. Double trouble. I get it” he said, raising his hands in surrender. You let out a huff of breath before turning back to Halsey. “I was talking to Alex the other day” she shrugged “He thought it would be good if you had another girl to hang with for a while”. You caught on quickly “So this is about the Ashton thing then, huh?”. The slight frown that played across her lips told you that you were right. “Wait. How long is a while?” you asked, not wanting to linger on the subject.
It turns out that “a while” means a shrug and a “Not sure yet”. That was the type of answer you had learned to expect from her, she didn’t really like to follow a set plan or schedule, it irritated her manager to no end.
You had met her at South by Southwest the year before when you were drifting around the crowd behind Alex and clinging to your camera for dear life in a mixture of fascination and anxiety. Alex had taken you to a private area of the festival so that you had a chance to take a breath and get away from the crowds. A girl, with long blue hair and dressed in all black with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth, shouted Alex’s name and waved him over.
Alex had gotten you the go ahead to photograph Halsey’s set that night. Honestly, you weren’t sure how he did it but you were grateful. A few days later Alex started getting messages from her, she wanted to see the photos. Apparently Alex, like a proud big brother, had talked you up before you met her. You were pretty sure your friendship started when you sent her a few photos from her set. It was difficult for you to even send them because you weren’t confident but she loved them. She loved them so much that she asked when you’d be able to come to another show and take more. Now, she was your best friend and one of your biggest supporters.
“So.. Where are the other lads?” you looked at Calum. “After the binge you had us on last night? Sleeping. Where I should be” he sighed. “They probably even slept through your shouting” he added. You continued to stare at him, waiting for him to give the answer you really wanted to hear. He shook his head “Ashton is asleep on the couch in the back” he told you. Your face fell. Why would he sleep back there when we could fit in a bunk you asked yourself. “Don’t” Halsey said as she held her hand up and looked at you. “Have some coffee” she said. Mainly to please her you grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down on the couch, curling into yourself with your arms wrapped around your legs.
After two cups of coffee Halsey pushed you towards your brother’s bus to get dressed because you were going thrifting. She was giving the guys hugs as you slipped into the bathroom to get changed, pulling on one of Alex’s old shirts and leggings. When you came out you saw that Alex’s head was dipped down close to Halsey’s as he whispered to her. You were too busy thinking about the kiss and waking up alone that you weren’t even curious as to what they were talking about.
As soon as she noticed that you were ready for the day Halsey guided you off the bus shouting “See you whenever” to the guys. You were following the map on your phone pointing out the closest thrift store as you walked into town. “So the other night Ash-” you started before she cut you off. “Not yet. First we’re going to find you some new… old? clothes” her eyes brightened. You looked down at what Halsey was wearing and then at your own clothes. You couldn’t be any more different at the moment. While you were wearing a hand-me-down t-shirt and leggings she was wearing a high waisted plaid mini skirt and white crop top. She noticed the look on your face and stopped “Listen, I know this is bothering you. But take a break, distance yourself from it, shop, and we’ll come back to it. Also, I know, I know, no skirts, dresses, or heels”. She offered a small smile and put her hand out. You nodded, the corner of your mouth turning up halfheartedly, and took her hand.
Ashton was still weighting on the back of your mind, distracting you as you glanced over the racks of clothes. Halsey popped around the corner of some clothing racks and exclaimed “Look what I found!”. You rolled your eyes “So much for the “No skirts, dresses, or heels rule”. “Oh come on. Just look at it! Try it on” she paused before adding “for me”. You looked at the skirt she was holding, it had a Space Invaders print, and grabbed it. She always found the most amazing stuff in thrift stores and you weren’t sure how. “I will try it on. But I am only TRYING it on. Not buying” you told her. She gave you a knowing smile.
In the dressing room you swapped your leggings for the skirt and admired it. You rolled your shirt up just the right way so it looked like one of Halsey’s crop tops and spun around, watching the skirt flare out as you did so. Why can’t I be comfortable in my own body you thought while staring at yourself in the mirror, running your hands over your exposed stomach. Truth was that you loved the skirt and you wished you had the confidence to wear it out but you were much more comfortable when you were hidden in bigger shirts and leggings. “Come on, y/n. I want to see” Halsey called from the other side of the door. “Uh… It doesn’t fit. I’m changing back” you replied while rolling your shirt back down. “Bullshit. I know what size you wear Gaskarth. Now let me see” she practically demanded.
You tugged your shirt down and opened the door so she could see. Her face lit up “You are so getting that”. You crossed your arms and looked at her “You know I don’t wear skirts”. She wore a cheeky grin as she thrust a few more items of clothing in your hands. You turned with a huff and closed the door. “Put your leggings back on and try the shirt” she shouted after you. You picked up the shirt and rolled your eyes. “Is this a joke?” you asked through the door as you stared at the All Time Low shirt in your hands. You heard giggles “Yea. Try this one” she said before a piece of clothing was tossed over the door.
“Now this one’s the real joke” you muttered to yourself. You were holding an AC/DC shirt, the sleeves and half of the torso of the shirt were cut off by the previous owner. “I’m not doing this” you shouted. “Just try it” she replied quickly, you knew she was ready to put up a fight. You took a deep breath and slipped it over your head. “This isn’t even a shirt, it barely covers anything” you told her. “I wanna see” she said. “No way” you said, starting to pull it off. “I think Ashton would like it” she said quietly. You stopped and looked at yourself again before slowly opening the door.
She had a smug look on her face, knowing that what she said made you come out. “Y/n! Look at your waist! Who knew it was so tiny” she complimented you, trying to make you feel better about the shirt. You wrapped your arms around your stomach “I don’t like this”. “What about if you wore this over it?” she asked, holding out a big flannel. You shrugged it on and glanced in the mirror. “That’s a little better I guess” you mumbled, not wanting to compromise but not having the energy to fight.
You finally convinced her to let you look around for stuff you would actually wear but she insisted on holding the three pieces of clothing you had already tried on “just incase you decide you want them”. You were trying to keep thoughts of Ashton out of your head. Why did he go sleep on the couch you wondered before pushing the anxiety away and focusing on the clothes. As you were sifting through the abandoned shirts from local high schools and charity events you asked “How did you even find that damn skirt in this place?”. “Magic” she answered with a soft voice while raising her eyebrows and wiggling her fingers.
You gathered a few shirts that were practically falling apart from the previous owners wearing them, you were okay with that because they were always soft and the holes made them more interesting, and a pair of jean shorts that fit just the way you liked.
“I’m going to pay” you announced. “We should be getting back soon anyway” you said after you checked the time on your phone. Halsey nodded. “So much for talking” you mumbled. “We’ve got all night babe” she responded as she fell into step next to you.
While you were paying you looked over at the next register where Halsey was setting the clothing she had picked out for you on the counter, along with the stuff she picked out for herself. “Ashley” you warned, raising your voice slightly. She quickly handed money over to the cashier. “Oops. My hand slipped” she smirked. You took a deep breath “Let’s just get back to the bus”. “I’m not wearing that” you added.