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[theealbatross]

Sebastian x Reader: come one, come all (One Shot)

Plot | Five years after graduating, two kindred spirits are finally getting married and their friends reminisce on their brilliant histories.

or, Lucas Brattleby interviews their friends on their memories and opinions of the future Mr. and Mrs. Sallow as a little gift for the couple.

Tags | None, fluff, overuse of the name Merlin, mentions of slight torture (hexes), lowkey bullying, lowkey codependency if you squint, obsessive behavior (but it's okay cause theyre in love), cursing, Lucas lowkey has a crush on Sebastian lol

[A/N: A line from this story is not made by me, "I would follow him to hell but I wish he wouldn't go there" so to whoever wrote that first just know your quote is the inspiration for this story!!]

“What is this again?”

The brat, Lucas Brattleby, had grown obscenely taller the last time Imelda had seen him, which was about 3 years ago when he was a rookie reporter covering her latest game. She heard he is now a publisher in his own right but didn’t seem to brush off that annoying lint in his voice back when he was still a Gryffindor matching illegal unsanctioned duels in the Clock Tower.

“A small gift of mine for the couple,” he grinned (still as irritating, she’s seen that grin enough times before she got her ass handed to her so forgive her for not being enamored), pushing the pen (recorder?) to her that she reflexively pushed him by his face. “Sorry.”

“And why should I do this?”

“Oh come on, Imelda. It’s just harmless questions to take us back down memory lane. It’ll be played at the reception and I promise I’ll send you everything before I finalize it just so you can make sure –”

“Alright!” She stopped walking, rolling her eyes when Lucas quickly assembled his camera, even quickly conjuring a chair and putting it at the center of the frame. Clearly, he knew she could change her mind at any moment.

“My lady,” he bowed dramatically, pointing a palm to the seat.

“Don’t call me that. You have 10 minutes before warm-ups start.” Lucas raised both of his hands in the air before quickly running behind the camera and clicking the button to start recording.

“I’ll be out of here in 5.” Lucas flipped a paper in front of him. “Let’s start with your name, a little something about yourself and where did you meet them.”

She took a deep breath, putting on the poker face she usually plasters on her face when talking to the media before her many games instinctively. “Imelda Reyes, Vice-Captain of Puddlemere United, and I had the misfortune of being in the same boat as Sebastian Sallow during our first year. She, however, was a little late to the party and wreaked havoc on my life when I was a fifth year.”

Lucas was meticulously writing notes in his fancy notebook.

“What’s the fondest memory you have of the couple?”

She scoffed, not even needing to think about it. “Sebastian? Definitely when he caught a bludger … with his face.” The memory of the cry he emitted pulled a real smile on Imelda’s face. “We almost lost and I would’ve killed him for it but oh was it glorious.”

He remembers this game.

“Didn’t he fall off his broom midair?”

Imelda waved a nonchalant hand in front of her face. “That girlfriend of his caught him with an Arresto Momentum so no harm done – well, except the crooked nose he sported for a week.”

Lucas chuckled with her, “And for the future Mrs. Sallow?”

“Nothing much, most conversation we’ve had was her beating me – beating me in a race, beating me in a duel, Merlin, she even beat me with the class ranking on her first year in Hogwarts. I had a five-year head start how was that possible?!”

Lucas smiled, reading that as bitter her words were she truly held no grudge over it. He was caught off guard, however, when Imelda suddenly had a small, serene smile on her face, her voice when she spoke softer. “She was … it was like I was always chasing after her. We all were, Sebastian always first in the race but … it was fun. I had fun. She made Hogwarts fun. A true competition, yknow? Didn’t have much at that point in my life.”

“Competition?”

“A friend.”

Lucas couldn’t help but be surprised – not everyone can be considered as Imelda Reyes’ friend as picky as she is, though he quickly fixed his face when she shot him a look that told him not to probe. “Did you ever think they would both get married?”

Imelda scoffed out a laugh, crossing her arms. “I knew the only way they wouldn’t get married is if Sallow got assassinated by one of her many admirers and even then I wouldn’t put it past him to somehow turn into an Inferi just so he can still be the one to marry her. I’m honestly surprised he held on for this long, pretty sure he would’ve popped the question the moment we graduated.”

“Technically, he did. They just decided to get married this year.”

That one made her laugh out loud, shaking her head at her old friend’s antics. Of course, she knew those two would get married, basically tied to the hip, always getting in and out of trouble with each other and for each other. Bloody hell, they’d been married since fifth-year and just didn’t know it.

“Typical Sallow,” she caught herself. “Well, Sallows now, Merlin help us all.”

Lucas rechecked everything on his notes, making sure to mark any and all important details of the words his enchanted pen has written for him as he spoke with his former Senior, Garreth Weasley, who was once a thorn on the side of Professor Sharp but was now a renowned Potions Master actively getting scouted by Hogwarts, his blends sought upon by the most respectable wizards and witches all over the world.

“Did I think they would get married? Mate, Sebastian almost bit my head off when I tried to ask her if she would like to be partners for one potion class. One! And we were sitting next to each other! I’m sorry if I thought I was being friendly?!”

Lucas has heard and has unfortunately been a victim of Sebastian’s … tendencies. You, despite being the top duelist in Hogwarts was always, more often than not, partnered with Sebastian in every duel. The one time Lucas had agreed in a quiet solo duel without letting Sebastian know his senior had caught him on his way to his potion's class and nailed him to the wall by his cloak while threatening him to never let it happen again or he will turn him into a pretty outline in the walls of Hogwarts with Bombarda.

He thinks that was the closest thing he had been to peeing his pants.

“Yeah, Sebastian doesn’t have the best track record with friendly males around his girlfriend.”

“They weren’t even courting by then how would I bloody know that –”

“Ready, Poppy?”

Surprisingly, the sweet woman in front of him has been the most difficult to track down. Amongst their mutual friends she was the one he had no idea where to start, especially after his only lead, her grandmother, had no other information to give him aside that the last she heard Sweet Poppy was down South Clagmar Coast ‘doing Merlin knows what’.

Thankfully, the citizens of Cragcroft were a bit more helpful and he was able to send her an owl about his little project.

“Where should we start?”

Lucas made sure she was framed perfectly in the shot before nodding to himself. “Nothing complicated Poppy, just first impressions or any memory you have of the young couple.”

She pursed her lips in thought, nodding to herself, “The two of them have always been terrifyingly intimidating, especially for someone like me. Seemed to just attract attention and trouble on their own – I mean, killing a troll in Hogsmeade on the first day – just a bunch of troublemakers they were. Brilliant troublemakers – which only made them scarier in my eyes.”

Lucas nodded in total agreement but he couldn’t help but squint at her.

“You aren’t exactly innocent, Ms. Hid-a-Hippogriff.”

Her eyes widened, blushing at the accusation. “In my defense, future Mrs. Sallow helped me take care of Highwing.”

Poppy recounted the memories with a smile on her face.  Her dainty smile grew bigger as she recapped happy memories she had with her classmates.

“But they’ve always been lovely. Lovely people and an even lovelier couple. Sebastian has always been bright and charming and surprisingly kind for a Slytherin and she … she’s always been unapologetic of who she was. It also meant she never judged anybody for who they are either.”

The woman paused, the smile on her face remained frozen as if she was in deep reflection.

“A true friend – one of the truest I had.”

Lucas was never in their circle, hell, aside from each other and maybe Ominis nobody was truly ever in their innermost circle despite their popularity. At every explosive trouble the two were always caught in he couldn’t help but wonder just what they get up to when they weren’t caught. Even back then he knew he would’ve risked his life and followed them no question asked if it meant his young self got to go to one of their death-defying adventures with them.

But being two years younger was a barrier he could never overcome.

It is refreshing to hear of stories from their friend’s perspective and not in passing in the Central Hall in Hogwarts where it’s all half-true, fabricated, or painfully hyperbolic. Maybe that’s why he had thought to do this, a reporter’s disease of needing to know the truth, the dark side of the coin they hid with their secrets and anonymities passed only in hushed whispers and clandestine meetings with each other.

“Are you excited about the wedding?”

Poppy nodded eagerly. “Oh, I’m extremely happy for my friends! It’s not every day two souls find each other and just not let go. I’m glad they didn’t. After all they’ve been through, they deserve to have each other.”

He couldn’t have agreed more.

“That they do.”

Mr. Lucas Brattleby,

I have received your owl, unfortunately, I will not be able to go back there till the night before the wedding as I still have a business to wrap up here in America. For the questions you sent, I shall send this Howler and you may record it.

I have nothing good to say about Mr. Sebastian Sallow, that boy had done nothing but torment me in my youth. It’s a bloody miracle he had managed to snag the Hero of Hogwarts as his girlfriend – terrible lack of judgment on her part I must say, we all have our flaws – much less agree to be his wife. If there’s one good thing he did do, it was willingly become a lowly servant to such a lovely witch. Least he could do, really.

However, despite their blatant differences and unfortunate similarities I, for one, knew immediately that not even Death could sever such a connection – not if Sebastian Sallow had anything to say about it, and trust me I speak from experience. They’ve fought through detentions, goblins, dark wizards, and a damned troll – I’m sure marriage will be a breeze in a park.

Well, if I’m wrong, then let the future Mrs. Sallow know I would be more than willing to offer a comforting shoulder.

Leander Prewitt Department of International Magical Cooperation

PS. To my darling wife Leonora, light of my life, the last part was a joke and If I somehow disappear it was Sebastian Sallow who did it.

“They give Sebastian too much credit when my dear friend was equally as obsessed about him. Do you remember Allia?”

Lucas snapped his fingers when he finally put a face to the name he hadn’t heard in a while but made sure to look around lest one of the younger students managed to hear such … delicate matters in the DADA classroom. “Didn’t she transfer during your 6th year? Something about personal … complications?”

Natty laughed out loud, doubling over with tears in her eyes. “Oh, that excuse was all thanks to Ominis swinging around his name. Our dear witch hexed poor Allia while she was asleep for trying to poison Sebastian with Amortentia! Sneaked straight into the Ravenclaw tower and cursed her to grow the features of a rat every time she even thought about Sebastian! The only way Ominis could convince our friend to take back the curse and avoid expulsion was at the condition of her transferring and never letting the couple see even her shadow again.”

He never even noticed that his jaw was hanging off his face.

“Oh, if everyone only knew that fights I had prevented if a Junior so much as fluttered their lashes at Sebastian,” she shook her head, still laughing to herself.

Now all the pieces he hadn’t realized were part of the same puzzle clicked on his head. The flat smile on her face that never quite reached her eyes every time they were surrounded by strangers, the grip she always held on Sebastian’s arms no matter where they were going, the ‘promise ring’ Sebastian also wore when traditionally it was just the girl who had it, and the absolute absence of Sebastian’s name when girls talked about boys they fancied in the common room when he was undoubtedly better looking than most students in Hogwarts.

“A jealous witch she was, thinks she’s good at hiding it,” Natty chuckled.

Lucas realized in horror that she had scared off the entire female student body.

“But by the gods was she better at hexes.”

When Lucas had heard that Ominis Gaunt had been working closely with the Minister for Magic and was undoubtedly being groomed to be his successor, he wasn’t exactly surprised. Everyone knew he would be someone important someday so Lucas had damn near lost all hope as he sent an owl to the man.

When he received a reply in a fortnight brought by a regal-looking owl, Lucas thought he must have some soft spot for his fellow alumni. But it would seem the man just had a lot to let out of his chest.

“Oh, the stories I could tell! If I had a knut for every time I had to rescue one of those idiots out of a horrific situation they found themselves in I would be richer than the Blacks!”

He’d never seen his hair this undone in the 7 years they had been on the same campus. Maybe Lucas was just that good of a journalist or maybe it was the half-empty bottle of expensive whiskey that was the reason for his loose lips.

“I mean, Sebastian was bad enough, but once he found someone who would willingly dive with him to whatever dangerous expeditions he found interest in and I was outnumbered it was a bloody nightmare.”

For the first time in his life, he felt pity for the man. It was never really a secret why Sebastian didn’t serve half the detention he deserved nor why neither of them had ever been expelled when a trail of evidence led to the both of them red-handed and always at the scene of the crime. But he has to give it to Ominis … a lesser man would’ve cracked at their mischiefs.

“And Sebastian … everybody knows he would’ve willing let himself be target practice for all sorts of curses if she had asked.”

Lucas can’t even defend his childhood hero. Especially, of the things he had learned from his previous subjects. It would seem even the mightiest of men would always buckle in the face of their true love.

“I-I’m sure they’ve done the same for you,” Lucas winced.

“Oh, they better, with the flaming hoops I had to jump through to make sure we graduated alive,” Ominis waved him off indifferently. “They are my best friends. I would follow them to hell but I just wish they would stop going there for one damn semester.”

Lucas snickered, unfortunately unable to hold it in with just how stressed the memory of the mischiefs his favorite couple got up to has brought Ominis. He was sure the older man would choke him but he just sighed out a laugh until the two of them were laughing to each other.

“I guess they have always been the perfect person for each other.”

Ominis nodded, leaning his head on his fist. “Yeah …”

He threw Lucas a look.

“Do you think they won’t make me their children’s godfather if I begged?”

Lucas bit his lips. “My money is on the eldest getting named after you so …”

Ominis groaned.

Lucas refilled his glass.

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Crimson Ties ~ 16

CRIMSON TIES MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 3,475ish

Summary: Tony tries to make things right. The two of you get to know each other.

Warning(s): talk of abuse, non-consensual touching, injuries, panic attacks

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While you were in with Tony, Steve and Yelena watched the cameras, overhearing everything. They quickly called everyone else, telling them what had happened. Steve scrubbed the footage over and over again as they waited for the others to arrive. Only to find that there was no proof Brock was ever here.

“Damn it!” Steve exclaimed, throwing the tablet down. “How did he do it?”

“Give me that,” Yelena murmured, grabbing the tablet. She aggressively tapped at the screen. “How the hell did he do that? There’s no proof that Rumlow ever got in.”

Steve sighed, running a hand down his face. “This is not good. That means that, somehow, the Stane’s got access to our security system and we never noticed.”

The front door slammed open, Howard entering first with Maria, Peggy, Natasha, Bucky, and Rhodey close behind.

“How could this happen?” Howard was clearly angry, but holding it together.

“We don’t know,” Steve responded. “We’ve scrubbed the footage.” Yelena handed the tablet over to Rhodey. “There’s no proof that he was ever here.”

“Where is Y/N?” Maria asked.

“She’s still with Tony,” replied Yelena. “They are in his office.”

“I’ll go see if I can be of any help.” 

Maria quickly headed for Tony’s office. She gently knocked on the door before slipping inside. Her breath caught at the sight of you and Tony kneeling on the floor. Tony was holding you close, slightly rocking you, while you continued to cry into his chest. He met his mother’s eyes and her heart sunk further. There was a pain in Tony’s eyes that she never thought she’d ever have to see. A pain that only comes when someone you care about is hurting and you don’t know what to do about it.

“Oh, sweetie,” Maria cooed, coming up to the two of you. She carefully knelt down and placed a gentle hand on your back, only for you to flinch. She pulled away quickly.

“Sor—Sorry,” you cried.

Tony shushed you. “No, it’s okay,” he told you softly. “It’s okay.”

“I should have warned you,” Maria said. “That was my fault.” She turned her attention to Tony. “Everyone is here to come up with a plan.”

“Alright,” Tony gave a nod. His focus fell back to you. “Y/N, I have to meet with everyone.”

You gripped him tighter. “I— I— Please…“ You whimpered, unable to put your thoughts together.

“I can get you where you want to go and then mom will stay with you. I’ll have the cameras open on all the screens for the room you’re in. You will be watched over.” You nodded. “Where do you want to go?”

“My studio.”

“Alright, let’s get you there.”

Tony helped you up to your feet, but kept most of your weight. With Maria on your other side, Tony guided you out of the office. Everyone froze at the sight of you. They stared as Tony and Maria took you across the living area and to your studio. Tony led you over to one of the chairs and helped you sit down before crouching down in front of you. His large brown eyes met your red, cloudy ones.

“I’m going to be watching,” he promised. “Mom will stay here. We’re not far if you need anything, okay?”

“Okay,” you said with a nod.

Tony stood up and motioned his mom over to the door. “She hasn’t eaten,” he whispered. “I’ll have someone whip up something for her. And I… She said that he marked her. I need to know if we need to call in one of the family doctors.”

“I will do what I can,” Maria said. She leaned in and pressed a kiss to her son’s cheek. “You’re doing good, Anthony. You’re doing what you can.”

“Not enough.”

“She’s alright and she’s still here. Just find a way to end this.”

Tony nodded, sparing you another glance before heading off to join the others. Maria closed the door behind him and then came over to you.

“Y/N, sweetie, I need you to talk to me,” said Maria. “I need you to tell me where he hurt you. Do you need a doctor?”

“I… He…” you rasped. With a shaky hand, you pulled the neck of your sweatshirt down and revealed the dark purple hand marks that Brock had left.

Maria failed to hold back the gasp that ripped through her. “Y/N…”

“Doesn’t hurt… At least, not anymore.”

“I think we need to get it checked out.”

“No,” you shook your head. “No, please.”

“You won’t have to leave the house. We have family doctor’s who can come and check on you. They bring everything you need and they set up in one of your extra rooms.”

“I don’t… I can’t…”

“I’ll be there the whole time. Okay?”

You could tell that Maria wasn’t going to let up. You gave in with a nod and she quickly pulled out her phone and texted one of the family doctors. Once she got a reply back, Maria slipped her phone away.

“Dr. Cho is on her way,” she told you. “What do you want to do while we wait?”

“No—nothing,” you mumbled.

“Okay. If that’s what you want.”

A soft knock sounded at the door and Maria moved swiftly to go check it. She came back with a plate of food for you and offered it.

“You haven’t eaten yet today,” she said. “You need to get something in your body. It will help heal the marks.”

You nodded and took the plate from her. She pulled up a chair and sat beside you as you began to pick at your food.

~~~

Tony’s eyes were focused on the live video footage of your studio in front of him. The others were scattered around his office, discussing plans to stop Brock and Obadiah.

“Helen Cho is at the door,” Natasha stated. “Maria called her in. She’s here to check over Y/N.”

“I’ll let her in and explain the situation,” Yelena offered. “I’ll stay with Y/N, just in case.”

“Thank you, Yelena,” Tony muttered. “And let me know what is needed.”

“Will do.” Then Yelena left to go help take care of you.

Tony sighed, hand running through his hair. “We need to end this.”

“Agreed,” Howard said. “But we can’t just go in guns blazing. We will lose more than we gain.”

“Then what do you suggest?”

“We get everyone patrolling the streets. Anyone associated with the Stane’s get arrested by the police who are on our side. We have plenty of crimes to pin on them. We’re going to tighten up the reins and choke the Stane’s out.”

“They will not stop using Y/N. They won’t stop coming after her.”

“Then we deal with this, quickly.”

~~~

Dr. Helen Cho was nice and handled you well. Maria and Yelena stayed with you during the examination to make sure that you were okay. Maria teared up and Yelena clenched her jaw as they saw all the marks Brock left on you. Once you were given the all clear, you grabbed a book from one of the shelves in the living area and curled up in the window seat on your side of the house. No one disturbed you, though they hovered nearby.

Eventually, the others left and Tony watched you carefully from the kitchen. It seemed obvious to him that you weren’t completely focused on your book. You were lost in your mind. It was close to dinner time, but Tony wasn’t hungry and he knew that you weren’t either. He came over with steady footsteps, making sure you could hear him. He grabbed the closest book he could and stood in front of your window seat.

“Hey,” he greeted.

“Hi,” you replied, closing your book and glancing at him.

“Uh, how— how are you?”

“I’m fine.”

You both knew that was a lie, but Tony didn’t push. “Is there anything I can do?”

“I’m fine.”

“Can I join you?”

“Sure.”

You curled in closer to the corner as you could while Tony did the same to the opposite one. He opened his book and began to read it. He kept an eye on you over his book. Tony could tell that you were a little bit more relaxed and focused on your book. His lips lifted up slightly when you finally turned the page of your book.

~~~

In the morning, you went to your studio only to see your wheel all fixed up. On top of the wheel, was the glued together vase that had been broken weeks ago. You walked closer to see a small note folded on top of the wheel.

I made some modifications to the wheel. It’s good as new and ready for you to use. The vase was the one I broke weeks ago. I tried to piece it back together as best as I could. I wish I could make it brand new again. Don’t feel like you have to keep it. And if you want a new wheel, just say the word and it’s yours. - T

You couldn’t help but smile at the note. It was so thoughtful of Tony to fix your wheel and try to piece together the vase. Carefully, you picked up the vase and examined it. Tony had clearly pieced it together with great precision. The vase could never be used to hold flowers, but it could be a great decor piece. Besides, you didn’t have it in your heart to get ride of it. Not after all the work Tony had put into it. 

Setting the vase on one of your work tables, you quickly gathered paints and got to work. Where some may want to cover up the noticeable cracks in the vase, you wanted to make them the focal point of the piece. 

You end up in your studio for most of the day. Yelena, Steve, and Clint came and went, bringing food and checking in. Tony kept fighting himself. He would get to your door and then chicken out, heading back to his office. The others kept him updated though.

When dinner time rolled around, you had the cook make something but still secretly hoped that Tony would join you. Tony exited his office to head to your studio to see if you had eaten when he noticed the table already set and you standing there.

“Hi,” you whispered.

“Hi,” he responded, stepping into the kitchen. 

“Have you eaten?”

Tony shook his head. “I was just coming to see if you had.”

The two of you sat at the table and got to eating.

“I got your gifts in my studio,” you told him. “Thank you.”

“Are they okay? I did my research on pottery wheels but I don’t know how to use it to make sure it works. And the vase—“

“Both are perfect, Tony.”

“Good. Good.”

“I was looking at the schedule that Yelena made and it says I have class with you in the morning morning.”

“If it’s too much, then we don’t have to. I don’t want to overwhelm you.”

“I think it would help me if we kept our class.”

Tony tried to not show how excited he was about that. “I’ll be there early to help.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I know.”

~~~

Tony kept his promise and he was waiting outside your studio before you were ready. The two of you entered and Tony’s eyes immediately scanned the room to make sure that nothing was wrong. He couldn’t take anymore chances with your safety and your items getting ruined. As his scanned, his eyes caught sight of the pieced together vase that was sitting on the counter, half painted.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, going over to get a closer look.

“Oh, I’m, uh, painting the vase,” you answered, nervously rubbing a hand down your arm. 

“You… You’re not just tossing it?”

“No,” you shook your head. “Even broken things can be beautiful.”

Tony spun around to look at you and, for some reason, it seemed like he Wass seeing you for the very first time. Your words echoed in his mind as he lost his breath. How had he never seen how beautiful you were? And not like model on a magazine cover beautiful, but true beauty. He shook his head and gave the vase another look.

“You will show it off to me when you’re done, right?” He wondered.

“If that’s what you want,” you replied. “Our mugs are ready to paint, if you’re okay with doing that today.”

“I’m okay with anything you want to do.”

“I’ll grab the mugs. You choose out your paint colors.”

Tony nodded and headed over to where you kept all your paints. He decided that he wanted to paint the mug for you. You were constantly making items for other people, but he hadn’t seen you with a hand made mug. But as he looked over the paints, Tony scowled. He realized he didn’t know your favorite color. He actually didn’t know a whole look about you and that suddenly irked him.

“Uh, Y/N?” He called.

“Hmm?” You hummed, grabbing brushes, palates, and any other tools you may need for painting. 

“What’s your favorite color?”

“It’s F/C.” Tony nodded, grabbing the color and a few others that would compliment it. “What’s yours?”

“Red. Red and gold.”

You walked over and grabbed the red and gold paints before heading back to where Tony was now getting situated. The two of you began painting, really paying no mind to what the other was doing.

“Do you, uh… Do you ever think about how we don’t know each other?” Tony wondered. “Like, we’re technically married but I just learned your favorite color.”

“I guess I’ve never thought about it much,” you mumbled. “I guess that I was too busy worrying about other things…” You didn’t need to go into detail, Tony could easily guess what your mind was occupied with. “But we could get to know each other now. If you want.”

“I’ll start. If you could have any superpower, what would it be?”

You laughed. “Really? That’s where you start?”

“What? It really tells a lot about a person. So what is it?”

You shrugged. “I’ve never given it any thought.”

“Well, mine would be super intelligence. The ability to have access to all knowledge immediately.”

“I didn’t even know that was an option. I guess I’d have teleportation. I could go anywhere, see anything… escape and no one could follow.”

Tony’s heart clenched at your wish. “If you want to see the world, I will make that happen, Y/N. Just say the word.”

“Maybe when all this is over…”

“Think about where you want to see and I’ll send you and Yelena.”

“You… you wouldn’t come?”

“Not if you didn’t want me to.”

You were surprised at his offer. That Tony wouldn’t force you to bring him along. Though, deep down, you did want him tagging along. Something told you that you would be safer with him around.

~~~

Steve and Yelena watched with fond smiles as you and Tony grew closer, laughing and getting to know each other. Days passed since the last Brock incident and it was clear to everyone that you were feeling more comfortable with Tony. Yelena was sure that you didn’t realize that you were seeking Tony out for comfort when your mind became too much. That you stood closer to him and were smiling more than she had ever seen.

Steve was noticing changes in Tony too. He seemed less tense. He was more about your needs and less about his own. The two of you no longer sat at opposite ends of the table during dinner, Tony’s new place was at the seat beside you, still careful of the space you needed to feel comfortable.

A week after the latest Brock incident, you and Tony were back in your studio. Tony was carefully holding the fired vase up to see the wonderful paint job that you had done.

“This is beautiful, Y/N,” he breathed out in awe.

“You think?” You questioned.

“I know.”

“Well, I was thinking it could go in your office.”

Tony gripped the vase harder as to not drop it. “What? You want… m-m-me to have it?”

“I haven’t made anything for your side of the house. But if you don’t want it, then I can—“

“No, no, no, no, no! I want it! I’ll take it!”

You giggled. “Yeah?”

“Yes!”

“There’s also this,” you pulled out the mug you had made with him, painted in his favorite colors. “I made this for you.” You handed it to him. 

Tony carefully set the vase down and took the mug from you. “This is… mine?”

“Mhm,” you nodded.

“Thank you. And I, well…” He put his mug down and grabbed the mug he had painted. “This is for you.”

“What?”

“I noticed that you didn’t have any mugs for yourself so I painted this for you.”

You took the mug from him. “You didn’t have to.”

“You deserve something nice too, Y/N.”

“Thank you… I really don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t need to say anything. And, please, start putting pieces on my side of the house. In any room, in any place. I would love to have more of your work around as I worked.”

~~~

Quickly, there were more of your pieces of various styles all around the house. Another few days pass and Steve found Tony outside of your studio, looking in. He was clearly completely mesmerized by you. Steve smirked as he came closer.

“You know that you can go in there, right?” Steve teased. “She doesn’t make you knock anymore.”

“I don’t want to disturb her,” Tony mumbled, still not tearing his eyes away from you.

“Mmm. Or you don’t want to disturb your view… You know, I may be crazy, but I think you’re catching feelings for your wife.”

Tony’s head snapped to look at Steve. “What?”

“You heard me. You’re falling in love with her.”

“I— I—“

“It’s not a bad thing, Tony. You two are good for each other. Don’t over think it.”

Steve walked away. Leaving Tony’s mind reeling at the idea of catching feelings for you.

~~~

Later that day, Tony knocked on your open studio door. You immediately looked over and greeted him with a smile.

“Hey, Tony. What can I do for you?”

“I wanted to show you something,” he told you. “Do you have some time?”

You nodded. “Let me get cleaned up.” You quickly swashed up and met him at the door. He began leading you towards his side of the house. “What do you want to show me?”

“My workshop. I figured it was long overdue for you to see this side of me.”

He opened the door and the lights flickered on. You immediately took in the two fancy cars, the work benches, the half completed projects, and the tools scattered everywhere. Tony led you on a tour of the space, talking more animate than you have ever seen him about all his gadgets and projects. You got help but smile softly as you listen to Tony. This was a different side to him that you’ve never seen, but that you could get use to seeing.

“Do you want to try your hand at tinkering?” He offered.

“Oh, I don’t know—“

“You’ve let me try my hand at some clay projects. Come on, try it.” 

Tony led you over to a stool and place a circuit board in front of you. From your side, he guided you through putting some of it together. He’s gentle and calm, making sure to never crowd you too much or touch you without warning. As you follow one of his instructions, you seemed to mess up something.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” you say frantically. “I’m sorry!”

“Hey, hey, hey.” Tony quickly got in front of you and tried to get you to focus on him. “It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s an easy fix. See. Here.” Tony moved enough for you to see him fix it. “All good. It’s all good.”

“I’m sorry.”

“There’s no need. Okay? No one expects you to be perfect at this. We’re just having fun. Okay?”

“Okay,” you nodded.

~~~

Later that night, in the darkness of the Stane house, Obadiah sat angrily at his desk.

“We only have one shot at this,” he stated. “We barely have enough mean thanks to the Starks. We cannot screw this up.”

“I’ll make sure the men understand the plan,” Brock said. “And I’ll hold up my end of the plan.”

The men turned to the third person standing leaning up against the wall.

“You don’t have to worry about me,” Pepper responded. “I’ll handle Tony.”

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Die from a broken heart | MS47

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x wolff!reader (she/her) ― Warning: mentions of food, jealousy, and a secret relationship; angst with a happy ending. (3k words) ― Summary: After a fight with Mick, your secret boyfriend, you find yourself crying in your father’s arms, and it won’t take much for Toto to connect the dots. The thing is: what is going to happen when he finally does? (based on this request)

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“He’s just a friend!” Yn finally snaps, voice getting louder and thicker in frustration.

Mick, who’s at the other side of the room, arms crossed, and face twisted in a frown, scoffs at her words just like he’s been doing the past few minutes they have been fighting.

“Yeah, but at this point, so am I to everyone who knows us,” his remark makes her heart clench.

She loved him, she was sure of that even though they had been together for less than a couple of months. They had known each other for over a year. They were friends before becoming lovers. So his harsh words and his lack of demonstrating hurt hit her differently.

Fighting with someone who won’t match your screams can be slightly worse than fighting with someone who will. Mick had his voice even the whole time, lips pursed, eyes hard. His cheeks flushed from the alcohol, and his stance wide, but other than that, he did not cave, did not scream, or point a finger at her.

“And what do you want me to do Mick? You wanted me to make out with you in front of everyone so they could record and we could wake up being the news headlines tomorrow morning? You more than anyone know how the media can be pushy, how they can break beautiful things.”

“Guess sometimes you don’t need them to break it, those beautiful things will break themselves,” he retorted, walking past her and to the door.

“Where are you going?” Yn asked, tears gathering in her eyes.

“I don’t know, it doesn’t matter to you.”

And just like that, he gave his back to her.

Her sweet, loving, patient boyfriend turned around and stormed off the room as if he was done. As if their relationship was done for.

She loved being Toto’s daughter. Loved being a Wolff, and all the things that came with it, except how her dad’s fame would play out in her life. She wouldn’t mind the constant travel, something she really liked as a kid. She wouldn’t mind the constant questions about her dad and F1, and driver X and Y. She wouldn’t mind the cameras whenever she went to the paddock. Now, she hated how her name affected her relationship. Fair enough, she doesn’t know how she would meet Mick if she weren’t a Wolff. You can never guess destiny, maybe in another life she would have worked in F1 and they would’ve met. But the fact was, she hated how she had to keep their relationship a secret at least for a bit before telling her dad. He had a rule about not dating drivers, but who was she to resist ocean-blue eyes and a dazzling smile?

When Yn started dating Mick they agreed to keep it under wraps until a month or so.

But now it’s been six months, and though Mick had suggested they talk to Toto and Susie, Yn was a bit taken aback. She was postponing the confrontation.

She hated how he stormed off. Hated the feeling of being left behind. It felt like he didn’t want to put effort into fighting with her, as if he was done with the relationship.

Ordering from the app, Yn took a cab to her Dad’s house, and though she tried to keep herself together, the second he opened the door wearing his flannel pajamas, she couldn’t help but sob and hug him.

Toto frowned in confusion but held his daughter, closing the door behind them.

Susie, sitting on the couch, got up, “Oh, baby, what happened?” Her soft tone made Yn cry harder. She clutched her dad and Toto shared a look of worry with his wife.

“Am I gonna be alright?” she whispered against the soft material of Toto’s pajamas.

“You will, baby, you will.” He compromised even though he had no idea of what was happening. Yn was still his baby in his head, he would move the world if it meant making her happy. So he kissed the side of her head, and asked: “Now, you wanna tell me what happened or want me to tuck you in bed?” Yn was similar to Torger in a lot of things, one of them being how she needed to sit on her feelings before talking about them. He knew it, but he always gave her the space to choose, either talk about it as soon as it happened if by any means she wanted a change, or simply wait for her to come around.

“Bed,” she mumbled.

She got a kiss on her forehead from Susie and shared a small teary smile with the oldest Wolff, before following her dad to her childhood bedroom. The decorations still intact, everything the way she left it.

She took off her shoes and coat, and lay in bed, letting Toto drap the comforter over her body and adjust the heather.

“Dad,” she calls with the smallest voice, yet he catches it. It’s like when you become a parent you get some superpowers, you get to hear better so whenever your kid cries from a different room, baby monitor or not, you’re able to pick it. Another thing is that you become good at telling whenever they’re lying or hiding something, that’s why when Yn apologizes and tells him it’s about her secret boyfriend, he’s not mad. A bit hurt that she waited to tell him, but not mad.

“Did he do something?”

Yn shakes her head, “It’s just regular couple stuff, I guess.”

“You came here crying, that shouldn’t be regular couple stuff, Hase.”

This time she nods her head, “It’s our first major fight…I didn’t know what to do, or where to go.”

“I’m glad you came home,” he stated simply, kissing her forehead. “Now get some rest, we’ll be here for breakfast in the morning, ja?”

She agrees, turning on her side and closing her eyes just as Toto turns off the lights and closes the door. Her childhood bedroom used to be the safest and comfiest place and whenever she got there it wouldn’t take more than ten minutes for her to fall asleep, yet it still took her a couple of hours, crying hours, before she finally drifted to sleep.

In the morning, Yn woke up to the fresh smell of breakfast and a weird car noise so close that she opened her eyes to discover Jack setting up a whole Grand Prix on her bedroom floor while waiting for her to wake up. The image of her youngest brother pushing cars around made her smile.

“So, is this der Großer Preis von Österreich?” she asked, and Jack gasped, faking a scare with her waking state, but was quick to jump into her bed, hugging his sister.

“It’s my version of the Austrian Grand Prix, in this one we win!”

“What makes you think that we won’t win in real life?” she arches her brow, knowing all too well how smart her baby brother is.

“We don’t have the best car in the grid, but we do have the best drivers, so…maybe we can root really hard and get it?”

“That’s how I like to see it!” They share a high five.

“We also have the best team principal, you know?”

“Yeah!!”

She chuckles.

“Now, let’s get some food in, shall we?”

Jack eagerly nods, running to the door, but stopping in his tracks just when he reaches the door handle, “Maybe you should…” he points to his face. “You look kinda funny…like a panda.”

“Oh-!” Yn smacks her face after looking at her white pillow case now dotted with dried mascara. “Thank you, Jackie. I’m on it.”

“I’ll wait for you,” he states, turning to his toys and sitting on her carpet again.

She smiles. Though there was a big age gap between them, they had always been close, and Yn missed her little brother every second they spent apart.

She washed her face, changed into more comfy clothes, and gave Jack a piggyback ride to the kitchen where Susie and Toto were just finishing setting up the table.

“Morning!!” Jack greeted loudly making Yn wince with how close he was to her ear. Toto chuckled, taking him in his arms and kissing his smooth cheeks.

“How’d you sleep, honey?” Susie asked Yn after she got a kiss from her dad and he left carrying Jack and a big jar of OJ.

“Ok, I guess…Do you happen to know how to take mascara stains from a pillowcase?” Yn asked, eyes cast down, voice laced with a bit of embarrassment that was quickly pushed aside by the older who hugged her close.

Deep down what she really wanted to ask was: can someone die from a broken heart? What does one do when they have no idea what’s going on? Can you go blind from crying so hard? Was she exaggerating? Did Mick have a shitty night as well? Were they going to be alright?

“I’ll get it sorted for you, how do we feel about some Apfelradln like the old times? They used to cure your pouty lips when you were a kid.”

“They would sure sweeten a bit of my mood,” Yn confesses with a small grin, and they walk with linked arms to the breakfast table.

It’s loud and boisterous, full of smiles and giggles. It feels good to be home, even though there’s a nagging deep down in her heart, a longing. Breakfasts with Mick used to be a mix of things, sometimes full of laughs, other times just the crunching noises and smacks of kisses against any available piece of skin from the other.

Susie pulled her from her thoughts, dropping some of her favorite Austrian breakfast on her plate, and Yn smiled, digging into the sweet food.

When Toto and Susie left to get some things sorted for the Race that Weekend Yn stayed with Jack to get distracted. She knew she would most likely run into Mick had she decided to join her parents, and the hurt was still too raw to put a finger on it now. Maybe she would call him later, and see if he would answer. For now, she got busy with Disney movies playing in the background while she and her little brother put some Lego figures together which proved to be a terrific distraction.

—

“Did you get into the sim earlier than scheduled?” Toto asked when Mick entered the garage, big bags under his eyes and no sign of his trademark sweet smile.

The Schumacher shook his head, “Nah, just couldn’t get much sleep last night.”

“Did something happen?”

“Love happened,” he mumbles, walking to one of the rooms to drop his things there, not before grumbling on the way about how hard relationships were.

Susie who was beside Toto shared a knowing look. The arched brows and darting eyes silently get to the same conclusion.

“Do you really think…?” Toto finally voices and his wife shrugs, biting her lips.

“Maybe. They’re good friends…maybe they’ve been more and we failed to see it.”

Toto sighs, moving the headphones that are on the desk.

“Please, don’t smash it,” she jokes, and he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“She’s our baby.”

“She’s twenty-three, Liebe.”

“Ja, but still…”

“If you asked me to choose someone in the Paddock, it would be Mick. You’ve been working with him for a while now, we both know he’s a good guy.”

“That’s the problem!” He points and Susie arches her brows in confusion, “I’m supposed to hate my baby’s boyfriend, or give him a hard time, but I actually like that blond Ken doll, ugh.”

Susie burst into laughter, and Toto can’t help but let the smallest grin grace his features.

“She’s everything,”

“He’s not just Ken, and you know it, Torger.”

“Well, to me he’s just Ken. She’s my everything, and he’s just Ken.”

They share a look, before Mick walks back and sits on one of the computers across from them, fingers quickly typing on the keyboards.

“You sure you’re ok, kid?” Toto asks and Mick nods.

“What do you think of dinner at ours tonight, Mick?”

The German seems surprised with the invitation but is quick to recover. He scratches his neck and then nods, “I would like that, thank you.”

Susie kisses Toto’s cheek and gives Mick’s shoulder a small squeeze before leaving to do her thing.

Later that day, when the doorbell rang and Toto called for Yn and Jack, motioning for his daughter to open the door, she wasn’t expecting to face her boyfriend with two simple yet pretty bouquets in hand and a wine bottle in the other.

“I-...I thought you may be with your best friend,” his voice is like a whisper, almost as if he was talking to himself, but Yn caught it. She was used to his traits.

“Nope, I came straight to my parents.”

And just when he opened his mouth to say something, Jack came barreling into his legs, “Mick!!!”

“Heya, Jackie! How’s it going, buddy?”

“I’m good! I missed you. It’s been forever since we played games!”

“I know, I’ve been a bit busy, sorry,” the blonde made a face and messed Jackie’s hair, before looking up again only to find Susie at the door as well.

“You’re just in time, Mick.”

“Did you invite him?” Yn asked, confused.

“We sure did.”

“These are for you, and for you,” he gives the flowers to Susie and then to Yn who takes a step back when her body involuntarily leans towards him for a hug.

“Thank you, Schumi,” Susie kissed his cheek and opened the door wider for the German to get in.

He greeted Toto in the kitchen and helped finish setting the table. On the way home Toto and Susie discussed if the invitation was truly a good idea, if Yn would be mad, or if there would be any tension in the room, but as it happens, things were good. Mick was used to the Wolffs, he felt comfortable around them, and there wasn’t space for awkward silence, not with Jack around, or when Austrian dishes were involved because Toto would proudly explain the detail and story behind everything as if the name wouldn’t do it justice.

“I’m sorry I stormed off,” Mick hesitated for a second. They were doing the dishes while Susie and Toto got Jack ready to bed, and finished some of the chores around the house. And though Mick had a feeling about the whole arrangement, Yn was sure that her parents had set it up. She knew them all too well. “I know how much you hate when people walk off while you’re talking, and I know how you hate to sleep angry. I’m sorry if it seemed as if I was pressuring you into telling your parents about us, I think I’m just…I love you and I wanted to share this with everyone, but I forgot to consider your saying in this.”

She shook her head, trying to keep her tears at bay. It was the first time he said he loved her. Upon seeing the tears finally streaming down her cheeks, Mick dried his hands on the towel and stopped them just before they reached her lips. She smiled this time, and more tears gathered on his fingers. Mick dipped his head and kissed them away.

“I love you too. I’m sorry I didn’t consider your side as well,” she admitted, threading her fingers on the nape of his neck and enjoying the feeling of his soft strands against her skin.

He smiled, but it didn’t last long because their lips found one another in a kiss that tasted like salty happy tears and forgiveness. She missed his warmth and he missed her softness.

“We should tell my parents now, you know. Since we’re already here.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, they invited you to dinner after I got home crying, they probably pierced everything together.”

Mick chuckled and pecked her lips again before turning back to the dishes. Once they were done and walked to the living room with dessert plates in their hands, Toto shared a knowing look with his daughter. Yn sat beside Mick on the smallest couch, and they both looked like two teenagers about to confess they passed the curfew and skipped class both in the same week.

Susie smiled.

“I…we have something to tell you guys,” Yn stated, shaking her legs up and down on the sofa, and she would probably go round and round before getting to the point, so her boyfriend ripped the bandage.

“We’re dating.”

“We were going to tell you guys, we just…were waiting for the right time and…”

“It’s ok, love,” Susie reassured.

“It is?” Yn asked.

“Yeah, but I won’t forget you got home crying last night,” Toto huffed, crossing his arms and looking at Mick whose eyes grew two sizes bigger.

“That whole thing was exactly about telling you guys,” Yn started, telling them how everything started and how she was afraid of their reactions. Her parents listened attentively, Toto would eye Mick every once in a while, to which Susie would grip his thigh even though she knew he was just messing with the German.

“Alright, it’s fine by me, but we still have to talk, young Schumi.”

“Of course, Toto.”

“It’s Sir from now on,” he stated and Mick opened his mouth looking for the right words, but settling only for a quick nod and a “Yes, Sir” which caused Susie and Yn to laugh, knowing the oldest Wolff long enough to catch when he was messing with someone.

“It’s a joke, kid. Welcome to the family,” he got up, and shared a quick hug with the youngest, but not before adding, “But I hope to God she doesn’t come home crying again, or else…”

“It won’t happen again.”

“What are you whispering to each other?” Yn intervened.

“Nothing,” Mick was quick to answer.

“I’m just telling him how happy I am to have him in the family now, right?”

They would eventually talk more, but for now, both were satisfied where things stood. Mick was happy to have the Wolffs' blessing somehow and to share with his own family about his relationship, and Toto was relieved his daughter wasn’t dating a driver from a different team.

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A stupid drabble that popped in my mind, thanks to two of my friends (Marc this is targeted to you, I hope to claim that og title /j)

LMK Camboy AU

Synopsis: You find their OnlyFans account

Warnings: 18+ Content Ahead, OOC characters (especially macaque) 💔 not good spelling and some grammar errors too, and spoilers, don't forget the spoilers and a bit of a rushed end oops

Characters: MK, Wukong, Macaque, Red Son

Note: Made for shits and giggles cause I like making my moots suffer

MK

Maybe he made a OF account to get some extra money, living such a rambunctious lifestyle can be quite expensive and his pay at Pigsy's Noodles can only do so much.

Mei suggested it to him as a joke, but after lots of consideration and an empty wallet, MK just decided 'Fuck it' and went for it.

It was awkward at first, like very, very awkward (he slipped on lube and nearly broke the camera, took a lot of convincing Pigsy all was alright too)

But then, to help him cope, he just.. zoned out and thought of you. Corny as hell, right? But that was almost the only thing that got him painfully hard, leaking at the tip and whimpering like some bitch.

How could he not? You're perfect. There were even times he had to keep himself from moaning your name out loud, but even with this caution, slip ups tend to happen.

So imagine his surprise when you walked in on him during a session..

"MK..?" Your voice snapped him from his lustful daze, his eyes widened like saucers once he saw you.

"Ah, wait- this isn't what it looks like!" He shook. Shit, shit, shit, you won't ever look at him again- fuck-

Tears of shame painted his red cheeks while he hurried to turn the camera off, he did not care for the questioning comments that flew through. The only thing he cared about was you, and how you saw him like this and how you would probably hate him and-

"I heard you calling my name.. I didn't know you liked me that way.."

"I am so, so sorry, please just- please don't hate me-" His voice warbled. Why wouldn't this damn thing turn off..!

"Hate you? MK, honey, no.." You walked up to him and cupped his face, and damn it, you looked so beautiful..

"Hmm? I see you have quite the decent following.. why don't we give them a show..?" You gently pushed him down against his messy bed.

He gulped.

Wukong

He is old. Like, really old, like damn bitch, when do u die, old.

And when you get to his age, you know a lot, and because of that, boredom strikes.

I think he made his account before he met MK, all for the shits and giggles and what could he possibly lose. He got way too into it due to loneliness tho.

But, once MK came into his life, he got to do something else apart from jerking it off in front of his loyal fans in front of the camera, or making his game. Hell, he even had less depressive breakdowns, aha

Then you came into his life. Kicked him off his feet like he was some rookie going in for his first fight. Like some bruise, you stayed behind and lingered.

At first, it started off innocent, like butterflies in spring. He couldn't get you off his mind.

Soon, these thoughts became more raunchier and dirtier. Whenever he ate a peach he wondered if you tasted just as addicting, if not more.

He started to film videos again, and soon, his popularity skyrocketed. Sure, he was kinda popular before, but many of his fans would agree that there was something more to his content now.

Imagine his shock when you came knocking on his door one day.

"Oh hey! What brings you here today?" His heart fluttered. Not even the excitement of battle from his younger days felt like this.

Wukong faltered, however, when you showed him an all too familiar clip that he made last night (you were haunting him especially when he recorded himself). Your one eyebrow was raised in suspicion.

"Is this you?"

Ah shit.

"Wha- what are you talking about..?" He chuckled awkwardly. "I uhh, I didn't know you liked that kinda stuff-" His gaze was everywhere but on you. Thankfully, he did not show much of his body, but it was clearly his voice that played on the speakers.

"Wukong, you are a terrible liar." Your words made him wince. But then you chuckled. "Who knew that my favorite content creator was you, the mighty Sun Wukong."

His mind rung.

Favorite..?

"Mind if I come inside?" You smirked up at him.

Oh damn.

Macaque

Okay, for starters, who knows how long this guy was dead for. I'd say he was resurrected quite recently, so imagine the culture shock the poor fella had.

Not only that, but he didn't even have a penny to his name. He had no way to earn an income either, like sure, his shadow theater bought at least something for him to use and to function around, but he kinda feels like someone who likes to be financially secure.

With this, and curiosity being his motive, he started to indulge in some.. shameful activities.

He knows he looks good, he knows what power he holds over most people, and damn it, he loves enforcing that strength. Tall, dark, handsome, mysterious.. oh he can go on and on, but one of his top qualities, if not the quality, is his voice. Most of the time he didn't reveal himself, just doing ASMR instead.

I'd say that in this scenario, you wouldn't find him out, but he would find you.

With such incredible hearing, and because of his damn near obvious infatuation curiosity, he held out an ear for you. Sure, you guys have made up and all, but he could never know if you might betray him one day. He just has to make sure yk. (This could either stem from deep trust issues or he is just lying to himself or even both)

So, imagine his surprise when he hears you go down to a veryyy recognizable audio.

You did not notice how the shadows in your room seemed to darken, your flustered mind elsewhere as an all too familiar voice purred in your ears.

You found this channel not too long ago on one desperate night. With all the battles you had to face, stress was an all time high and you needed relief. How joyous you felt, when you found some audio porn of a very talented voice actor. He quickly became your favorite due to how his voice sounded awfully similar to your shadow monkey crush.

A whimper escaped you when your hazy eyes dazed across the room before they hyper focused on something in the corner.

Someone was in your room.

You almost screamed before a hand covered your mouth. You could feel your EarPods get removed, the audio long forgotten. You were terrified for your life before the very same voice from earlier whispered soft words to you in a teasing tone.

"Didn't know you liked my content, dear~" Macaque's breath tickled your neck, a shiver danced along your spine. His tail curled around your wrist as he pressed his muscular body against yours.

"How lucky you must be to experience the real deal, yeah?"

Red Son

Now, I know what you are thinking. The proud Red Son, born from Lady Iron Fan and the Demon Bull King having an OnlyFans account?? Rumi wtf are you on-

HEAR ME OUT OKAY

Okay so, we know he is a silly lil fella with a pride that is quite high. It is because of that, that he has such a.. scandalous pass time.

Red Son is a inventor, he takes pride in his creations. Even so, not all of them are successful.

In the world of science and building, it takes trial and error to perfect something outright. Cause of that, Red Son always needs new things to help him out. Perhaps a different metal to improve his robots, and ohh those ultra rare minerals will work perfectly for his new death ray.

Such things are expensive, though.

B-but Rumi, he is rich-! SHHHH

This is where that pride comes in.

He wants to prove he is worthy to his parents and show them how capable he can be, that is why he decided to take matters into his own hands and get money himself.

However, it is practically impossible to find a nice job when you robbed them not too long ago either. And there are so many wimps around that can't handle his high quality spicy food.

Red Son learnt from past raids that there would always be a specific noodle boy that would thwart his plans on stealing things. Plus, their relationship improved a lot, and.. well, he supposed MK is a bit more acceptable now.

That, and also because he wanted to impress you. And what is more impressive than a clean record.

Driven by his pride, Red Son turned to other things to prove his worthiness. And also to burn his horny thoughts of you from his mind.

In all honesty Red Son had a very unexpected day. First, Noodle boy and his idiot lackeys invaded his home, then they asked about the Samadhi fire and then they wished to stay the night. It was safe to say he was tired and exasperated of their loudness and unending energy. There was a bright side to things though, he supposed, which was seeing more of you around.

Ugh, his parents made it seem so easy to woo the one you love when in truth, it was so much more difficult. Most of his conversations with you were failed flirt attempts

When it was time to ensure that everyone went to sleep, the idiots wanted warm milk to help them. Like kids. He huffed, but he could feel how his mood lightened when you offered to accompany him.

With the strange stares your friends gave you were ignored, you followed him to the kitchen. This was a prime time to impress you and hopefully capture your heart, but all of his words were awkward at best. It did not stop you from smiling like that, though. Oh, he was smitten.

"Ooh, what an interesting tattoo you have." Your voice echoed through his large kitchen while you pointed to his back. "Hm? Oh, yes, I got that when the Samadhi fire was removed from my vessel." He said and pulled his robe over his shoulders. It must have slipped down while he walked. How indecent. He blushed.

"You know, it kinda reminds me of this one content creator.." You trailed off, realization struck your face. He paused as well, milk bottle in hand. The both of you stared at one another in flustered silence.

Well fuck it, he supposed. If this truth was out, then maybe he should also be more truthfull about his feelings to you too.

It was safe to say the milk was long forgotten.

I hope you enjoyed this impromptu writing post, and I'll see you guys next time, bai bai

End note: For Redson's tattoo, I'd say it is more of a burn mark on his chest that vaguely resembles his family symbol. I didn't include it because I didn't want to lengthen his part and make the others too short lmao. (He is my favorite, but I want to treat all of these buggers equally)

If there are any problems/spelling mistakes or grammar errors that I have not noticed, PLEASE TELL ME WAAAA

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[sturniololoco]

Could u do a Colby Brock x sturnilio triplets sister? Like shes a part of the triplets channel and goes with them to Collab with Sam and Colby

Are you Scared?

Colby Brock x Sturniolo Little Sister (SLS)

Warnings: Kissing, ghosts, random shit, etc.

Note: Kinda set from the collab but some event r out of order, might do a part two, let me know

SLS's POV

Today was the day I've been looking forward to for months:

My triplet brothers and I are going to film with Sam and Colby!

I've been "stalking" their account since we got the invite, and I must admit, their channel is pretty cool, not to mention Colby, who just so happens to be very good-looking.

I got ready, wearing a pair of black cargo pants with a cropped baby tee for the occasion. I put my hair into an elegant slicked-back bun, making sure everything was perfect.

"Hurry up SLS/N! I gotta pee!" Yelled Chris's sleepy voice from outside of our hotel bathroom.

rolling my eyes, I unlocked the bathroom door and walked out, lightly punching his arm in the process.

"Okay, cutie! I see you!" Nick said as I walked out of the bathroom and sat next to him on the bed as he put his shoes on.

I smiled at him, grabbing my airforces to slide on as we waited for Matt and Chris to get ready.

-

"Alright! Who's ready to get gohstified?"Nick asked once were driving to the haunted hotel.

I laughed at his choice of words while Chris and Matt cheered from the front seat.

Leaning over, I snapped a quick selfie with Nick, mentally reminding myself to post it to my Instagram when the collab was posted.

As we pulled up to the hotel, I could tell that people thought it was haunted. The place just screamed old, scary, and ghost-filled.

I felt nervous butterflies erupt in my stomach as we walked through the threshold of the hotel's front door.

"Hey, guys!" I heard a voice say.

I could tell it was Sam's since we've watched about 30+ hours of their channel in the past week.

We smiled as we walked over to them, my brothers dabbing him up as I gave him a polite side hug. He told us to follow him so we could go find Colby.

But when he said his name, I got butterflies again, but I don't think they were scary ones.

Weird.

-

"What's up, you guys!" Colby said as we met him in the main lobby sitting area.

And I was right, he was very good-looking, even more so in person.

My brothers performed the same actions as they did with Sam, dabbing him up casually, and talking with them about how excited they were.

But I felt my face get hot as I wrapped my arm around Colby's midsection for a side hug. And the height difference was so extreme that he had to lean down to wrap his long, muscular arm around my shoulders.

as I walked back to stand next to Nick, I looked back at him to see him looking at me, with a slight smile on his lips.

My face was officially as red as a tomato.

-

Colby's POV

I knew the triplets had a little sister, but I had no idea that they had a little sister who was hot as fuck and had a great sense of style.

She was so perfect in every way, from her slicked-back hair to the shoelaces on her airforces.

She gave me a side hug in greeting and I had to lean down to wrap my arm around her perfect shoulders.

I was kind of upset as she let go to stand with her brothers, but she looked at me on her way there, her cheeks perfectly pink with a small smile playing on her lips.

She might not of been able to see it from the outside, but on the inside I was smiling like an idiot.

-

We started with a tour from the nice lady who worked at the front desk. She did a very good job interacting with the camera, as well as flirting with Chris.

That left me enough time to stand behind the camera, which just so happened to be where SLS/N was standing.

From "stalking" the triplet's YouTube channel, I could tell she was a little camera shy, hence why she didn't appear in a whole bunch of their videos.

But all the same, she came. She's now walking behind Sam who had the camera on the tour guide and her brothers.

Halfway through, she stopped to look at a painting, letting the others walk a little ahead of her. I stopped too, and decided to take my chances.

"You like this one?" I asked her, hands behind my back while I stood next to her, admiring her as she admired the picture.

She turned her head, looking a little startled as her cheeks started to turn pink.

Fucking adorable.

"oh-I, uh... guess it just caught my eye." She said, adding a cute little giggle to the end of her excuse.

I couldn't help but smile at her, just her presence alone was enough to make my chest flutter.

we began walking side by side as we caught up with the others.

"Are you having fun so far?" I asked her, trying to make the silence less awkward.

"Oh my gosh, yes! when I heard I got so excited!" She said, turning her body slightly to look at me.

I smiled at her again, happy that she was happy to be here.

-

SLS/N's POV

I was honestly so happy that Colby stopped to talk with me. He must have noticed that I shied away from the YouTube videos and came to talk with me.

We caught up with the others as the tour guide left, right beside a picture of a little girl with faded, green skin.

sam explained that we were all going to put candy on the frame as Colby got out a bag of candy from their backpack.

Everyone grabbed one as he held the bag open, then set them on the frame.

I was last, reaching to grab a strawberry-looking candy from the bag As I pulled my hand out, I brushed his, earning another red face from me.

I looked up at him with nervous eyes, but he looked down at me, giving me a smile while whispering,

"You're okay. Go put your candy up there."

I instantly obeyed, following his orders as he put his candy next to mine.

"oh my gosh! This is a great picture for the photo dump SLS/N! Get together with Colby real quick!" Nick said, whipping out his phone.

Colby and I looked at each other stunned for a moment before wrapping our arms around each other in a side hug, leaning into each other to pose for the camera.

I could feel the muscles in his torso and back as we smiled, making my heart flutter and my face turn pink,

again.

-

Colby's POV

I felt bad putting my hand on SLS/N's bare torso for the picture, but her arm around my back caused the baby tee she was wearing to slide up, exposing a little bit of her perfect frame.

Her cheeks turned pink once again as we pulled apart, smiling at each other.

Once we were done, Sam began explaining the elevator game.

-

Once Matt and Sam began their journey up, Nick, Chris, SLS/N, and I were supposed to start our own challenge, but then SLS/N spoke.

"Is there a bathroom in this place?" She said, looking around slightly.

"yea, there's one down the hall, I'll show you if you want," I said, mentally cursing myself, knowing we had a job to do.

She gave me a small smile as she followed me down the hall and back to the main sitting area of the lobby.

"it's right in there, just walk to the right," I said, pointing to the women's side of the bathroom.

"By myself?!" She asked, fiddling with her fingers slightly.

"I laughed under my breath.

"Well, seeing as I'm a guy, I can't really go with you, now can I?" I said to her, feeling the goofy smile spread across my face.

"I uh don't really have to pee anymore actually, you can go through." She said leaning against the wall, trying to look casual.

It didn't work. She looked completely terrified of going into the bathroom alone. She was still picking at her nails and her face had gone bright red.

But now I decided to use this to my advantage.

-

SLS/N's POV

Colby walked over to me and rested his forearm on the wall above my head. I could smell his musky, warm scent as he leaned in closer.

"Are you scared?" He whispered, his hot breath fanning over my face.

A smirk was playing over his perfect lips, knowing exactly what I wanted him to do next.

I nervously shook my head yes at his question, not knowing what else to do as my face burned hotter than the sun.

At this point, he was smiling lustfully at me, only leaning in closer.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you." He said in his husky voice, finally leaning in and closing the gaps between our mouths.

The kiss was soft and sweet. Warm and protecting. Our mouths moved in sink with each other and his hands grabbed my sides, no longer hesitant to touch my bear skin.

He pulled away, leaning his forehead on mine. Just as it looked like he was about to say something, he quickly pulled away and sped down the hallway.

I stood there, shocked, but then regained my surroundings and chased after him.

Just as I was about to say something, we rounded the corner to see my brothers, Sam and Matt back from their trip, and the camera pointed at us.

the red light on,

recording.

Lemme know if you want a part two!!!???

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[lightsoutnaway]

Pile Up

PAIRING- Lando Norris x gn!reader (they/them pronouns)

SUMMARY- After a pile up during a race Lando asks to have you on the radio. You get nervous about Lando's career after realizing how dangerous it could be.

WARNINGS-none

WORD COUNT- 1,892

AUTHOR'S NOTE- New blog and first f1 fic. i don't know how much i'll be posting but i need to get my f1 obsession out in writing.

You were sitting in the McLaren lounge watching as Lando drove around Monaco’s track. You always loved the home races. It meant you got to go home to your own bed after Lando secured his win. Lando was in third, behind Lewis and Max. The race was tight, everyone piled close to each other at every turn. Max made a move for first at a tight corner. Lewis tried to push him out, turned too hard, and spun out. Max’s car followed suit, being thrown into a wall. Lando drove past Max’s spinning car before you watched him collide with Lewis and slide into a wall. Then the video feed turned away from the cars, suddenly focusing on the grandstands. You rose without a word and started running towards McLaren’s garage. One of the McLaren security guards tried to stop you, but you pushed his arm off you and he didn’t have the heart to go after you. You found yourself in the garage, everyone turning to see your very loud entrance. You looked at Zak. 

“Is he okay?” You cried out in question. A camera was turned on you. 

“Yes,” Zak said. “He’s stuck in the car.” Zak turned back to the computers and spoke into the headset. You stood in the back of the garage hugging your arms around yourself and listening intently to everything Zak was saying. 

“…Yeah, they’re here…Not now, Lando. Let’s just get you out of there…Yeah, they are, but—Yeah. Alright, Lando. Hold on…” Zak turned away from the computer and walked towards you. He pulled his headset off as he approached. 

“Lando wants to talk to you,” Zak said. Your eyes widened and you took the headset from him and pulled it over your ears. 

“Lan?” You called into the microphone. You could hear him grunting in pain. 

“Hi, love,” he replied. 

“Lan, what’s going on? I’m scared. I’m not supposed to talk to you on the radio,” you said. 

“Just want to—ah—hear your voice,” he said, gasping between his words. Your eyebrows were furrowed together as you heard your boyfriend gasping in pain. 

“Lando, are you hurt? What’s wrong?” You asked, tears starting to slip from your eyes. He didn’t answer. “Lan?” 

“I’m not hurt,” he managed to get out. 

“Lan, why am I on the radio with you? What’s wrong?” You asked. 

“The car’s on fire. And I can’t—ah—get out,” he said. You looked up at the pit wall. Zak was on a new headset. 

“Two minutes out on back up fire support,” he called over the headset. 

“Would—mm—Would you all mute except y/n?” Lando asked. 

“Lando, we need to be in communication right—” Zak started to argue. 

“I’ll tell them if I need you back on. I want a minute alone,” Lando said firmly. Zak pursed his lips. 

“Alright, everyone off.” You watched as everyone began pulling their headsets off. 

“Lando, what’s going on? Why are you doing this?” You asked.

“I love you,” he said, as if that were such an obvious reason to have you on the radio—an unprecedented occurrence in the McLaren garage. “I want to be with—mmpf—with you right now. Even if it’s just—ah—over the radio.” 

“Why? Tell me what’s happening,” you begged. 

“You’re the best thing—agh—that ever happened to me,” Lando said, ignoring your questions. “I loved every second.” 

“Lando, are you trying to say goodbye?” You were crying. 

“I’m—mmpf—I’m okay, love. It’s going to be alright,” he said. 

“Don’t say that,” you whimpered. “It makes it sound like it won’t be.” 

“Fire support is thirty seconds out,” Zak called over to you. 

“Just hang on, baby,” you begged into the headset. “Zak says they’re almost there. Just hold on a little longer.” 

“I see them, love,” Lando told you. “Get Zak back on for me. I’ll be back soon.”

You signaled for Zak to put the headset back on and you watched as everyone in the McLaren garage simultaneously moved their headphones over their ears. Andrea was immediately questioning Lando, and instructing him how to keep himself protected while they got him out of the car. You stood with your arms wrapped around you waiting anxiously. After a few minutes the chattering on the radio had ended. Your heart was racing, terrified of what that meant. A safety car pulled up to the McLaren garage and Lando climbed out of the passenger seat. Lando searched the back of the garage for you, striding quickly across the garage to wrap you in his arms once he saw you.

“Lan,” you whimpered. 

“I’m alright,” he assured you. “Totally fine.”

“I was scared—the way you were talking—I thought—”

“I know. I did too,” he whispered into your ear. Your hands were digging into his suit as you cried into his neck. “But I’m okay.” 

“I can’t lose you,” you whimpered into his neck. 

“You’re not gonna lose me, sweetheart,” Lando said. He didn’t call you ‘sweetheart’ often. It was a nickname he had never used outside of the house before. The change felt serious to you. He would call you ‘sweetheart’ when he was comforting you. He didn’t use it any other time. 

The next few hours felt like a blur. The rush of fear seemed to have let time drift by you. Lando was checked by the medical officers. He did his press. He had his debrief. You were back at his place before you even realized it. 

“You alright?” Lando asked when you stood motionless in your bedroom. You turned to look at him, as if broken from a trance.

“Yeah, I’m alright,” you said. “Just tired I guess.” You quickly changed into your pajamas. You got into bed, immediately scooting over to Lando and laying your head in his lap while he sat against the headboard and scrolled on his phone. His empty hand immediately went down to your hair, running his fingers through it. 

“Have you been on twitter since we got home?” Lando asked. 

“No,” you said. “Something funny?” 

“No,” he answered. “People are talking about what a sweet couple we are,” Lando said. You tilted your head to look up at him. 

“Did we get caught making out somewhere?” You asked. Lando laughed. 

“No, you muppet,” he said. “They think it’s sweet that I had you on the radio.” 

“Oh.” You said. Lando raised an eyebrow. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked.  

“I just sort of wish that nobody else heard that,” you said. 

“Just because they heard it doesn’t mean it wasn’t just for you, sweetheart,” Lando said. 

“I know, Lan,” you assured him. He reached down to your chin, turning your head so he could look into your eyes. 

“Nobody is a part of this but you and me,” Lando said. “They don’t know about us.” He smirked as he said it. 

“Did you just make a One Direction reference?” You asked. 

“Maybe,” Lando said with a mischievous smile. You rolled your eyes. 

“So genuine,” you chuckled. Lando wound his fingers with yours. 

“I’m serious though,” Lando said. “They’ll never really understand how we feel about each other.” You smiled and reached up with your free hand to cup his cheek, gently pulling him down to kiss you. 

“I love you,” you told him when he leaned back. 

“I love you too, baby,” he assured you. You hummed before turning back to lay more comfortably. Lando smiled as you fell asleep in his lap. For the next week you were always by his side. Lando was on break but he still had practices with Mclaren and you were there at every single one. You would barely leave Lando alone. He loved it. He had always felt like he needed you more than you needed him. It was nice for him to feel like you couldn’t get enough of him. He was laying on the couch one evening when you curled up with him. He decided he should finally ask you about it. 

“What’s got you like this for the last two weeks?” Lando asked as you snuggled into his side.  

“Like what?” You asked. 

“All cuddly. Usually you make me beg you to admit you need me,” Lando joked as he started dragging his fingers against your scalp. You were quiet. Too quiet. Lando stopped moving his hand and craned his neck to look down at you. “Baby? What’s wrong?” 

“I’m scared, Lan,” you admitted. 

“Scared of what, love?” He asked. You sighed. 

“That pile up in the last race,” you said. Lando’s eyes softened. The look on your face when he walked into the garage had been more terrified than he imagined you could ever be. “I just—I guess I never thought about how dangerous it really is before.” Lando pulled you up so you were lying over his body. 

“I’m sorry, love,” he said. “I promise you that I’m always driving safely.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I know, Lan,” you told him. “It’s just scary now.”

“That’s why you’ve been coming to all my practices,” Lando said in realization. 

“Yeah,” you admitted. “I’ll never forgive myself if something happens to you and I’m not there.”

“Nothing is going to happen. Everyone in the crash is alright. Lewis got the worst of it and he’ll be back in a month,” Lando comforted. 

“He got lucky. You got lucky,” you said. 

“The cars are safe, love. You know the engineers are good,” he reminded you. 

“You’re going over two hundred miles an hour in a box made of carbon fiber filled with gasoline,” you said. “So much could go wrong.” Lando sighed. 

“I know,” he said. “But there’s nothing we can do about it.” You hummed quietly at his words. Lando knew what it meant immediately. “Baby,” he started to protest. 

“I didn’t say anything,” you defended. You knew what he meant too. 

“I can’t quit. You know that,” Lando said. 

“You could. You just don’t want to.”

“We need the money if we want to keep living here,” he said. 

“Lan, you know we don’t really need this whole house,” you pointed out. He sighed. 

“What would I do then? If I didn’t have racing?” He pushed. His voice was flatter than it usually was.

“You have Quadrant,” you reminded him. Lando’s hands had stilled the patterns they’d been drawing on your back. He took a deep breath.

“Love…That’s not the point,” Lando started to argue.

“I know you’re not going to quit, Lan,” you stopped him. “I would never ask you to quit anyway. I know what racing means to you.” 

“Oh.” Lando was expecting a fight when you started talking. Everyone else who had this talk with him had always told him to quit. 

“But I thought you were going to die so I can still wish you would quit,” you said. “At least for another week.” Lando smiled softly down at you.

“Okay, baby,” he said. He kissed the top of your head. “That’s allowed.” 

“Promise me it’ll be okay one more time,” you asked in a whisper. Lando heard the worry in your tone. He heard the fear. He heard the way you needed him. Even if he didn’t really know–even if his job was just as dangerous as you feared, he knew what you needed to hear.  

“I promise, sweetheart. Nothing’s going to happen to me. I’m always going to be with you.”

[my-prompt-dump]

Wincest/Gencest/Weirdcest

I can't remember if Charlie met Jack but no one here is dead and everyone is sorta friends.

Also was supposed to be a Fem!Sam au but I can always make another post with that version if any of you want!

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Someone screams in the bunker and keeps screaming. It Dean was already up at the first scream and was about to run to whoever was in trouble until the door to his room opened with a bang.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS???"

It was Charlie, holding a... copy of Vogue Magazine? Ugh, Dean is too tired for this. He flops back down to sit in his bed. He's exhausted as fuck but he knows he can't go back to sleep now.

"Jesus, Charlie. I thought someone was dying"

"I wish I was! Cos you just scarred me for life!"

Dean looks at his phone to see that it was still 8 in the morning. Okay, too early.

"Will you two please shut up?" A voice says behind Dean. There buried under their blanket and a mountain of pillows is Sam, birds nest hair and all.

"No! Just- Here! What the shit is this?!"

She shoves the magazine right up to Dean's face and he takes it to see it better.

"Holy shit!"

He feels Sam sit up and position himself to look over his brother's shoulder.

"Oh. They actually did it."

"Man, looks like they weren't full of shit after all. Hey, Sammy, you think we can still get royalties from this?"

Charlie makes an indignant noise. "Huh???"

Dean is still grinning proudly but at least Sam sends an apologetic look her way.

"We were broke." He says like that explains everything. Sam must have seen the doubt in her face because he repeats himself.

"That's literally the whole story, Charlie. We were broke. Chuck didn't include this in the books?"

"NO?? What's the story of this then? Please elaborate for my sanity."

"I would like to know too."

They all turn to the door and see Castiel there, Jack smiling shyly behind him.

Sam and Dean share a look, doing that soulmate annoying silent telephatic talking voodoo whatchumacallit with each other.

Dean stares at the picture again on the page. A picture that takes up the entire spread of the page, followed by an interview with the owners of a booming clothing line.

The picture is him and Sam in their younger years, in a position that will never make people guess they were brothers. They are hugging and wearing clothes too fancy for either of them to ever own. Dean's back is to the camera, but his head is facing right so that his eye is still trained to the lens of the camera; protective and possessive. He's standing in between Sam who was sitting on a table, legs wrapped around his older brother's waist. Sam's arms are around his shoulders, fingers almost clawing his back. His brother's eyes are looking directly at the front; dangerous and equally possessive as Dean's.

Not only that, they were wet and made to look sweaty as fuck so it looks like it's a during-sex kinda shot.

Jeez, how did they agree to that. Not a single thing about this shot was promoting the clothes, you can't even see them properly!

"Alright, but no talking or we're stopping."

They all nod and begin to listen intently.

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Flashback to teen Sam (19) and Dean (23) being banned from every bar at an nth mile radius because of constant hustling and brawls but they're almost out of the allowance John gave them.

John told them it'd be enough til he comes back and that they need to leave as soon as he's back so "no need to get a job, Dean".

Dean should've gotten one anyway just in case because even if he went and got one now, they'd be starving before he gets his first paycheck.

Sam was walking home from school one day and spots an ad stapled to a pole.

'Urgent: Looking for models for our clothing line! Not a scam! Inquire at XXX-XXX'

He thinks it over and says fuck it, he is not having junkfood for dinner again.

Arriving home, he slams the poster at the table where Dean was cleaning their guns.

"Fuck!"

Sam pays him no mind and just points at the thing.

"Let's do it."

At first Dean was confused but he sees the ad and raises an eyebrow at his brother.

"One day of our photos being taken and we'll get money enough to last us a week. Come on."

"Don't know what you're thinkin but we are not models, Sammy."

"We're not ugly, Dean."

"Being not ugly doesn't mean we can model, dude."

Dean would marry himself if he could, that is how good looking his brother thinks he is. Sam was relying on Dean's vanity to get him on board but this. This wasn't what he was expecting.

Well.

Desperate times calls for desperate measures.

"What? Lady-killer Dean Winchester is too chicken to be rejected and find out he's not that handsome after all?"

Dean freezes and Sam already knows he won.

Dean's pride is so easy to mess with.

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It's a starting clothing business that hopes to be big one day. They didn't want to spend too much money but figured that investing in good quality will get them far.

So when two guys in secondhand clothes from Goodwill came for the modelling job, they were hesitant. But when they were cleaned up by the crew, they look like proper models. Handsome, beautiful, pretty, fit, TALL.

Brothers they say but there's an air around them that they can use to say otherwise.

They dressed them up, did their make up, gave them a wet look for the final set and they were done.

Their first promotional poster was born.

Sam and Dean went home with a month's worth of cash and the company was left breathless.

It took them a while to get an audience to see them but it was that photo that blew the growing internet up and put them in the spotlight.

They have it framed in the middle of their new big ass studio like a trophy.

Years later, when they were reached out to by Vogue (VOGUE!!) for an interview about their journey, they knew what photo to use as a centrepiece for their page.

[kolour-me-kourt]

Chapter Nine: Leaky Faucet

It had been two weeks since her first date with Jayson. She had been doing some traveling for work but now she wasback in her city it felt great. Talking to Jayson was apart of her daily Routine she woke up to his good Morning messages she went to sleep with him on the phone she watched his games every time she could she was hooked. She had forgot what it felt like to be in a relationship texting the person whenever you wanted and not being scared of developing feelings she loved it.

When she got home from work she noticed a large Bouquet of Flowers on her front porch she smiled Jayson was so sweet she unlocked her door bringing them in. She shut her door locking it and taking her shoes off going straight to her kitchen looking for the card and her face dropped it wasn't from Jayson at all .... It was Melo🙄.

Hope you haven't forgot about me yet. But We both know you can't 💕 4L

She rolled her eyes he had texted a few times when the pictures came out of her and Jayson all over Boston he wasn't happy at all for three days straight all he saw was her and Jayson on his Twitter feed. But he was getting a taste of his own Medicine for months she watched him and his girlfriend all over social media. Him liking all her pictures and commenting sweet things while she knew the truth but the moment she steps out he's mad.

But no now she was fed up she decides to FaceTime him but she hears the phone ringing at her door she gets scared but goes to her front door looking out the peep hole and there is Melo with a big smile on his face. "I hear you breathing heavy with your short ass" it's cause she was scared he's clearly crazy.

"go away pleaseeee" "you were calling me for a reason" "to tell you to leave me Tf alone Fr Melo " "I drove a while just let me in at least let me see you...."

She thought for a sec and then let him in. At the end of the day she know he won't hurt her physically he's just being annoying asf. He tries to go in for a hug but she moves. "You got some fuckin Audacity to show up here.... Like?" "I just wanted to see if you miss me?" "I think your girl does you should go see her" "why you gotta do that?" "Because why are you here? I'm trying to move on it's selfish of you to even be here right now" "ima selfish Nigga" He laughed "well stop!" "YN just answer the question do you miss me?" "I'm happy did you know that? He makes me really happy he cares about me he makes time for me" "oh so I didn't make time for you? I'm making time right now cause you important to me" she sighed

"what's your point...." "Well if you talking to somebody and I'm in a relationship ... We can still do what we do best but without all the bullshit that you made up cause .... You got somebody to worry about your feelings.... so Let me worry about your body" he brings her body close to him and she gets weak in the knees and just as he's about to kiss her .... Her phone rings saved by the bell.

She jogs back to the kitchen answering Jayson as Melo follows behind her rolling his eyes. "Hey baby you got home fast today" He says smiling in the camera making her naturally smile but she was nervous Melo was unhinged he could say anything and basically ruin this she didn't like feeling guilty. "Yeah I left the office a little early cause you know I'm going out tonight" "yeah I remember cause you gon miss my game" "maybe not we might go to a bar I'll see if they'll put it on" "they Better if not give me a call" Melo rolled his eyes smirking "bae stop 😂😂😂" "okay okay  ima let you go so you can get ready .... Don't drive if you drink" "of course not I'll Uber everywhere😘 mwah" "oooou I miss them lips ...." "I miss your lips more" he bits his lip " I doubt it Bae but text me when you get in or call and I'll do the same" "okay Jay" "alright I'll talk to you later bae....bye" "byeeee" he hangs up she fully exhales

"Well that seemed forced" Melo says with laughter in his voice she rolls her eyes "it's never forced with him though and most importantly I don't have to hide" "you let him hit yet?" "that's not your damn business" "I can't lie when I saw those pictures of you bowling in that tight ass pink dress I almost lost my mind he was right behind that ass ..... remember I had you bent over the night before that? Deep in that pussy moaning my name you couldn't help yourself then the next day somebody else on that ass how I'm supposed to feel?"

She sighed just his words made her feel him once again but she wasn't a cheater. And she hated that he had this little power over her maybe when her and Jayson do have sex it'll be gone."What I do is no longer your business you cannot be sending me gifts you can't be texting and you definitely can't come to my house anymore I mean that Lamelo I need you to understand how very serious I am I like him a lot I can potentially love him so please leave me alone maybe in the long run we can be friends but for right now let me live my life"

He walked over to her kissing the top of her head innocently as she looked up at him he took the card out of the flowers and backed up. "So you don't wanna fuck me no more?" He said half way joking but also being serious She bit her lip

"no" she says softly he smacked his lips "see.... You don't even mean that shit" "I'm not a cheater Lamelo" "how it's cheating y'all not in a real relationship yet you being loyal to niggas when y'all just talking?" "we are though we made it official the first date you don't know nothing about that though you couldn't commit if it was gun to your head" "if you think he being loyal you out of your mind no nigga just jumps into a relationship like that something wrong with him you special but he still a nigga" "well I'll cross that bridge when I get to it" "okay but if you cheat back cheat with me" "Lamelo!"

"Okay okay that was a joke my bad .... Ima head out ima lose your number and leave you Tf alone but when it don't work out with him and you hit me back up you gon have to make it all the way up to me .... I'm talking rounds" she rolled her eyes "bye the cockiness coming out of your body is not charming right now try to be happy for me" "so what you gon do when he can't fuck you like I fuck you? You think anybody knows your body like I do? I be in that shit ...... you think he can do that to you?"

That's definitely something she had thought about even on Melos off nights the sex was good.But her and Jayson hadn't had sex yet she was taking it slow. "I do think he can yeah" "you know you lying .... You think you getting three nuts with him?" "It's easy to make me cum" he rolled his eyes again

"shut up it's easy for me to make you cum not nobody else not even yourself" He was telling the truth but the only reason it took her a while was because she would start thinking about other shit or she would just get tired "well he'll figure it out cause he gives enough fucks to figure it out but as of right now it's still not your business cause even if he can't make me cum it's not your job anymore it never should've been your job so go back to your girl I have shit to do" "alright alright you getting mad so  .... I'm gone.... enjoy my flowers and I'll still send you stuff cause you deserve shit and if at any point I wanna text you I'll just dm you ... ight?" "As if you're gonna listen to me you do what you wanna do but don't expect shit from me" "ight then" he licks his lips leaving her kitchen heading straight to her front door and walking right out.

The pictures of her and Jayson were over ever blog by the time they even had a second date they were calling her the mystery girl. They saw everything from the hand holding to the kisses on the back of the golf cart they had every picture of them at dinner that night and at the bowling alley she had never scrolled so many times and saw herself it was wild and she wasn't sure if she liked it or not people still didn't really know who she was and she liked that. She's a normal girl who's dating a NBA player .... That's it.

Yo you good you seemed a little out of it on the phone... I know you didn't say anything but if I'm hitting you up to much let me know..... I wanna ease you into everything so if I'm doing too much or not enough let me know

Seeeee Jayson is perfect like he's about to go play his heart out but he took the time to text her cause he was worried. And he already knows her so well and is willing to work with her to help her unlearn some unhealthy behaviors she has in relationships.... He was Guiding her through it all she loves it here

I am so sorry it's just a lot going on here but when I can I'll explain it to you in person so I can be 100% honest but you talk to me the right amount I Love the messages and phone calls ... please don't stop

😂😂 okay okay you had me worried

Nahhh don't worry 😘 enjoy your game baby

I will every free throw that goes in is for you so make sure you send me pictures of what you wearing tonight🤤🤤

Well I know y'all about to win so it'll be a lot and You using that emoji like you know ima look good

I do know you're gonna look .... When do you not look good?

When I first wake up

I bet that's a lie I guess I'll see that soon though

Mmmm will you?

Yeah.... I'm almost certain that I will

We shall see Bae ....

Shall? Really YN

Yeah I'm fancy tonight

😂😂 I gotta go Fr bae be good and have fun

Alright bae ttyl

He loved the message

She had all intentions on telling him about Melo because now he was involved in it and she doesn't ever want him in a situation not knowing something from her past cause she doesn't wanna seem sneaky and one things for sure if you hide something like that from a partner it'll come to light

*three months later*

Melo and his girl had broken up. Messages were leaked where he was talking to other girls. What does this have to do with YN? Her messages were leaked too thankfully it wasn't any nasty things but it left a lot of people wondering why Jayson Tatum's girlfriend was texting Lamelo Ball five months ago. How did they know each other?

Thankfully the season was over so they had been spending more time with eachother. It was his week to come to her city and spend time with her. When the news broke they were just chillin on the couch her head in his lap as he played in her hair he was watching a game and she was on her phone. Doing their own thing together had been their way to relax. As she scrolled Aimlessly through Instagram she saw the blogs reporting on Melo and then she saw her contact name with her picture.... What type of Cheater puts a picture of the girl too. She didn't like him for being thorough but especially not now she gasp loudly

"oh my gosh bae" "what's up" she sat up slowly. "Ummm Melos text messages leaked...." "And?" "And some of our threads leaked too and he had my picture saved on my contact so people know it's me it's from five months ago" he rolled his eyes he remained quiet which scared her more. He was getting annoyed with the same conversation Melo was constantly coming up he was over it "Please say something" She says softly she could feel his energy but she didn't judge him for it. She completely understands it.

"you gon tell me how serious it was now? Because you didn't go in enough detail which was fine then but now people about to be a dog with a bone and I don't need nobody coming to me telling me shit about you that I don't know so tell me everything right now" "he's the guy I was talking about the first night we met—" He cut her off cause he could tell she was about to drag this on and he was running out of patience "duh you told me that tell me something else some shit I need to know is your pussy in his phone? Where you talking about sexual shit with him? Did you ever say I love you?"

Jayson snuck that last part in he had slip up during sex and said he loved her she didn't think anything of it because it was during sex but when he brought it up later she knew he was serious and she had hurt him. She ended up saying it a few weeks later when she was sure she meant it but it still hurt him not that he would ever say that out loud.

"I didn't send any pictures or videos .... Um and it shouldn't be any overly sexual stuff in there we would mostly talk in person our texts were just like plans" "what else I ask?" She sighed " no I didn't tell him I love him cause I didn't and I don't but I love  the way you treat me and talk to me and work with me I love your hands and your smile .... I love you Jayson" she kissed his cheek softly "I'm being too hard on you for having a past  ... and I'm sorry" "I feel like I keep hurting you cause I'm so damn damaged"

"nah you not hurting me I said we doing this together.....anything else I need to know?" She shook her head no "you sure?" "Well idk if this is important but remember I told you he came over here unexpectedly that one time?"

"Yeah" Jayson sits up listening intently "he basically was saying that you jumped into a relationship with me too fast and you're probably cheating .... And I think him saying that did effect me a little bit cause you're just too good to be true" "YN you acting like I haven't fucked up... we've argued I've said some hurtful shit I'm not perfect but I'm not cheating if I was gon cheat I would've just been single but I know this is where I'm supposed to be....

So don't let that shit effect you" she smiled

"I love you baby" she says softly he leans in to kiss her lips passionately "I love you too" he said quickly and then continued to kiss her she straddled his lap and his hands rest firmly on her ass. She moans when he squeezes it tightly. He pulls away slowly. "I love you .... A lot" her heart dropped she felt like he was about to say something crazy "I love you too" "but... I gotta be honest with you now that he single im a little worried about .... Us" "you don't have to be"

"but I am though and I hate to seem insecure and I get you was still trying to be cool with him but I don't even want him talking to you Fr but he don't owe me shit im asking you not to talk to him if you feel forced keep it short.... Can you do that for me?" "I wanna say yes...but if his life is in pieces right now me completely ghosting him will only make it worse" "what about my feelings though? I've been playing tug of war with him for you since I met you and he doesn't even have to pull that hard" she kissed his forehead and then his cheek.

"You're right and I'm sorry i won't talk to him and if he messages me then I'll let you know right away because at the end of the day my loyalty is to you I can't put his feelings over yours" he smiled  "thank you baby" he pulls her in giving her a big hug. He started to kiss on her neck making her moan squeezing her butt again then she heard her doorbell causing both of them to glance at the door.

"You was expecting somebody?" He asked "noo so leave them out there I want you right now" he smiled kissing her again as it got heated. The person knocked on the door "yo YN answer the door we need to talk" and just like that his mood was ruined. He pushed her off of him. "Go to your room" Jayson said aggressively "you're not talking to Deuce and this is my house" "YN I'm asking you please just go" she stood up

"what are you gonna do?" "Tell him to leave you alone .... I'll be nice just go" she rolled her eyes but listened she was interested in what was gonna happen. YN pulled up her app to look at her front porch so she could see Melo. Jayson went to the door opening it

"yo she's sleep" Melos face dropped when he saw Jayson it was like he had seen a ghost.

"Well can you wake her up it's important" "nah man she's tired we been busy but you can tell me whatever you need to tell her though" "why you saying that? cause you know everything?" "Yeah I know it all so what is it" "Some of our messages leaked my girl did it I just wanted her to know it wasn't me and I'm trying to fix it" "alright I'll let her know.... You drove all the way over here to say that?" Melo smirked

"I think we both know that isn't all I wanted to say" "that's my girl now and I'm trying to be nice to you cause I told her I wouldn't hold nothing against you but you can't be poping up to her house no more like this your place it's rude she not gon fold so just hang it up" "you sure she not gon fold? It had to be a reason you didn't let her come to the door" "I don't tell her what to do we have conversations cause I care about her something you don't know about but I'm not about to go back and forth with you my guy she don't want you no more she's good we good" Melo laughed "alright man whatever you need to believe I'm gone..... tell her what I said man" Melo says walking away Jayson shut the door causing YN to come back into the living room.

"I'm gon ask you once and I'm going to believe you so tell me the truth" His voice was very deep and direct "okay" "have you fucked him since we been together? Did you fuck him when he pop up when we had first got together? And do you love him now?" "No no and no I wish it was something I can do or say to ease your Mind" "it's just weird how confident he is that you'll be back that bothers me" "you still want the truth?" "Yes I can handle it" "it's probably the sex .... I'm sure he feels like nobody can ever top him to me so he thinks I'll be back" "and will you?"

"I need more than sex to keep me around I need love and consistency care you do all that and you fuck me what I need any other man for I don't want nobody but you and I mean that" "I can't believe I'm even about to ask this right now but do I please you?" "Bae really?" "Yes I'm really asking when we fuck do you really enjoy it cause if not let's figure it out" "everytime we have sex I enjoy myself I don't have to fake anything with you it be real" "you sure?" "I mean I can show you....." she smirked he smiled walking over to her picking her up. "Yeah show me.... We not talking about that nigga no more" he kissed her taking her to her bedroom "mmmm good"

When they got to the room they stripped eachother quickly and then she got on her knees. He watched her she felt like he was staring through her it was so intense she slowly started to get his dick wet while stroking him she kissed the tip he licked his lips.

She enjoyed sucking his dick because she knew it was completely hers. She could get as nasty as she wanted because he was all hers no sharing no wondering if somebody else was just on it She gagged when his tip hit the back of her throat so she slowly pulled away licking her lips. "Do that shit again" he groaned "do what?" He smiled slightly "choke on it... choke on me again" she didn't speak she just did what he asked her to do slowly placing him in her mouth she allowed him to gag her repeatedly as he groaned she slowly pulled away while stroking him and sucking the tip.

"Fuckkkk" he groaned she loved the way he sounded he was always so mesmerized with whatever she was doing. Almost like he was appreciative and felt like she could be anywhere else but she was here pleasing him. She slapped herself in the face with it. "Damn that's how you feeling tonight?" He groaned she moaned taking him back in her mouth sucking him slowly keeping eye contact with him. "Fuck your mouth feel so good baby .... Just like that"

he loved when she moaned while sucking dick it made him feel like she was really enjoying it and she was. The level of wetness dripping from between her thighs should be a crime right now. He didn't wanna cum too early so it was time for her to stop he was rock hard now"Alright baby show me something else"

he gently pulled her head away and helped her stand up and then he got rough which completely shocked her he flipped her around making her face the wall as she braced herself he wet two fingers and reached in front of her inserting the two fingers inside of her and then started rubbing her clit she was already so wet he didn't know what to do his other hand was wrapped around her throat giving it a slight squeeze everytime she moaned. "It feelsssss so good" "shhh I just wanna hear your pussy"

she gasp and then bit her lip whatever he said she wanted to do her main goal was to please him coming in close second her other goal was to please herself. Her hips started to grind against his hand he placed his thumb in her mouth. She sucks softly as she feels herself getting closer. He listened to the smacking noise her other lips made. "You this wet for me? It's all for me?" "Alll for youuuu" "mmmm it better be" she gasp and grabbed his arm as she almost released. "Can I cum please?" She looked up into his eyes as he smiled at her. "Let me think a lil bit" "ughhhh" "I'm thinking shhhh" he liked to play with her because she always claims she like being teased and she really did it made everything that much more intense for her. "Ple—- plea—-ohhh" she couldn't even finish saying please that's how close she was.

"You wanna cum for daddy?" She nodded her head "and when you cum for daddy then what?" "Ohhhh mmmm I don't ...." "Hmmm you don't what?" Her legs started shaking heavily he smiled he had never got her this close before without letting her go he was kinda interested to see if she would blow. "Pleaseeeeeeee!!!! Pleaseeeeee mmmmm pleaseeee daddy pleaseeeee" "answer my question first" "whatever you want but please I'm so closeeee" her words fumbled out of her mouth he barley could make any sense of it

"go ahead baby cum for me cum for daddy" "thank you daddy" he felt his hand become even more wet as she released while sucking his thumb. "That's my good girl cum for daddy" "ughhhhh" that alone made her wanna do it again. When he felt like she was done he turned her around kissing her he moves her to the bed throwing her down. He leans over spreading her legs and then kissed her clit. "Tell me somethin babe?" "Hmm?" "Can I eat your pussy?" She shivered when the words came out of his mouth it sounded like a song to her she tried to gather herself to speak but couldn't which made him speak up again "please?"

He smiled kissing the inside of her thigh skipping over his main course going to the other thigh. She thrusted her hips up to meet his lips. "Jaysonn...." she whined "Hmmm I'm just trying to please my baby girl and she likes to be teased so tell me what I'm doing wrong?" He says as fingers slide inside of her again. "....nothing nothing at all" "so can I?" "Yesss I want you to"

He kissed her clit again licking up and down and she shivered. "I love you baby" she said softly. His fingers started to flick up inside of her roughly sucking her clit. She loved getting head from Jayson cause she could tell he cared he took his time and listened to her body she didn't have to communicate because he read her mind she loved it they were completely in sync.

He moaned as his tongue curled and licked all over her. "Ooooou baby right there" she was close and they both could feel it He forced one of her legs down because she started to suffocate him. Her back arched he pulled away making her whine missing him already.  "No more teasing please .... I just want all of you" he smiled "so tell me what that means exactly" "I want you inside me Jayson" he kissed up her body engaging her in a long passionate tongue kiss. As she moaned completely read for him he finally slides inside of her they both gasp.

Yes he knew how wet she was but it felt different with his dick and he filled her up so snuggly it was so good to both of them.

"I love you too btw.... I didn't say back earlier but I do" he said while looking deeply in her eyes as he went stroked slowly inside of her. "I know" she grabbed his head kissing him. "I'm sorry for the stupid questions earlier .... I gotta just trust you" she gathered all her strength so she could talk to him clearly "it's not stupid they're real questions I get it's hard to trust people in your like of work you've seen everything" "you right but you different" "very" she smiled kissing him as his rhythm started to increase. "You feel so good" he groaned into her ear while pinning her arms down above her head she was speechless. "Say something baby....." He loved to make her talk when he knew she couldn't

"I—-" "you what?" "Can't..... you're so deep ughhhh" her legs started shaking he smirked he had already had her so close when he was eating her it's a surprise that she didn't cum as soon as he pushed inside of her. He watched her face as she licked and bit her lips to keep her cool but the noises always escaped from her mouth. She intertwines their fingers as her back arched. "I wanna cum with you can you wait for me?" She nodded her head "yessss"  him cumming was very important to her he always went out of his way to give her at least two orgasms so she liked to make sure that he got one. As time went on his hips got sluggish. "Baby .... I can't ... pleaseee" he had finally pushed her to the point where she wasn't sure if she could wait for him. "Baby I'm almost there just look at me and wait" "mmmmmm babbyyyy" "ugh fuck what's my name" "daddyyyy" "good girl cum for daddy cum with daddy" "ughhhhhhh" he sucked on her neck as the released together. He continued stroking until it was nothing left inside of him and then he fell on top of her as they struggled to catch their breath. She held on to him playing in his curls. "You know me .... So well my body you just know me" she said softly she felt him smile.

These days she wasn't worried about it Jayson could compete with Melo in the bedroom because he definitely did he listened to her when she spoke about what she liked and disliked and he like to watch her really enjoy herself he wouldn't be able to enjoy sex if she wasn't getting pleased it if she wasn't into it. She was happy to call him her man.

Sooooo how y'all liking the book so far?

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

• Trick Williams x Reader

Summary: Shawn Michaels puts you into a trio with Carmelo Hayes and Trick Williams. What happens when Trick gets a title shot with you at ringside?

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Leaning against the wall playing on my phone, I hear footsteps coming near me.

"Y/N! Just who I am looking for!"

I look up and see Shawn Michaels standing infront of me.

"What's up Shawn?"

"I need you to go take champ pictures with Melo. I think the fans will love it!"

"Whatever you say bossman!"

We both laugh and I look down at my NXT women's championship around my waist. I put my phone in my pocket and walk over to where they have the pictures set up. I am wearing a black and blue bralette that says "Y/N" on the front (kinda like Indi's), black and blue leather booty shorts, one black and one blue kickpads and black wrestling boots. I see Melo posing and taking pictures so, I stand next to the camera guy watching him. Carmelo has been one of my very few friends I have made since coming to NXT.

"Y/N! What brings you over here?"

"Shawn said I had to come over here and take some champ pictures with ya."

"Oh shit. Get your ass over here!"

He grabs my hand and pulls me to where we have to stand. We take a few pictures together. He grabs my arm and looks at me.

"Y/N. Wear this for the pictures."

He hands me a "Melo don't miss" shirt. I roll my eyes, take it from him and put it on.

"See?! Much better!"

We stand shoulder to shoulder, hold our belts up with our one arm and keep a straight face. Than I smile and look over at him. I put my title back around my waist.

"Well that was fun Melo. Thanks for the shirt."

I giggle and walk off to my locker room not noticing Trick Williams watching us from behind the camera.

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Sitting in my locker room scrolling through my phone at all the pictures of me and Melo on Twitter, I laugh at all the comments about us dating and how there is apparently chemistry between us. I hear a knock on my door and get up going to the door. I open it and there is standing Shawn and Melo.

"Hey guys. What's up?"

"Y/N. Melo had this amazing idea where you, him and Trick Williams will be a trio in NXT."

I look at Melo than back at Shawn.

"I actually kinda like this idea. We are all pretty similar in wrestling styles. Yeah I will do it! But one thing."

Shawn and Melo look at me confused.

"Trick will need to win a title."

"She's right Shawn. Me and Y/N are champs. Trick needs to fight for a title next."

"Alright you two. I will go and figure out something for Trick. By the way, let me know if you see him so I can tell him about this."

Shawn shakes our hands and walks away. I look at Melo.

"Wanna go find Trick ourselves and tell him the good news?"

"Yeah sure. Let's go!"

We walk around the hallways looking for him until we eventually hit catering and he is sitting there talking to Fallon Henley and Brooks Jenson. We walk over to him. Melo sits down next to him and smacks his arm. I stand behind Melo putting my hands on the back of his chair leaning a little.

"Hey its Melo and Y/N. What's good you two?"

"So I've.... we've got some good news for ya. Shawn is making me, you and Y/N a trio group."

"And he is also figuring out to get you a title belt as well."

Trick looks up at me and smiles. I smile and look down.

"You two really did this for me?"

"Of course dude. We got your back."

"Oh my God. Y/N and Melo. You two are so cute. Thinking you can win this guy a title is hilarious."

Dom and Rhea walk into catering with a camera following them. This must be Shawn's idea how to get Trick a belt. Dom comes out and slightly pushes Trick into the table. I step between Trick and Dom and get in Doms face. Rhea pushes Dom back and gets in my face.

"Watch it Rookie. You don't know who or what you are dealing with."

"And you obviously haven't been here in quite awhile to know who I am or what I am capable of."

She laughs and whispers in Doms ear. Trick is standing behind me with his hand on my shoulder. Rhea gets in my face again.

"We challenge you and your boy to a mixed tag team match tonight. And if you and your boy win, he gets a chance at Dom Doms title."

"We accept."

Rhea laughs and pushes Dom out of catering. I turn around and look up at Trick.

"We got this."

"Yes we do. Let's go get ready."

We leave catering and go to our locker rooms to get ready.

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I walk into gorilla wearing the same wrestling gear I had in the pictures and my championship around my waist. Trick is standing watching the TV with his back to me. I walk up next to him and put my hand on his back to let him know I'm there. He turns and looks down at me.

"Hey Y/N. You ready for this match?"

"I'm ready. Are you?"

"If we win.... excuse me... when we win, I hope it gets me a title shot at No Mercy."

I rub my fingers lightly on his back looking up at him smiling.

"I think you definitely will."

His music hits and we walk out of the curtains together not noticing that Rhea and Dom were taking pictures of us.

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"Y/N. Trick. You two are so adorable. We saw your little touchy feely backstage."

Rhea and Dom come out not dressed to wrestle. I grab a mic from the camera guy outside the ring.

"What are you talking about Rhea? Aren't you two supposed to be dressed to wrestle us tonight?"

Rhea and Dom start laughing at us and pointing to the screen. The crowd gasps seeing the picture of me and Trick backstage. I roll my eyes and look at Trick. He gets hit in the back with a metal chair and I jump back seeing Damian Priest and Finn Balor. They start beating him up and I try to get them off but Rhea grabs my hair and knees me in the back. I drop to my knees and she pushes me onto my stomach. She puts her knee on my back and pulls my hair making me watch the rest of The Judgement Day beating up Trick. They put a chair around his leg and smack it with another chair. He screams and grabs his leg. Rhea comes next to me and starts laughing.

"You will pay for this Rhea."

"Will I Y/N?"

She slams my face down on the mat and they all leave the ring. I start feeling a burning sensation in my nose. I push myself up with my arms and crawl over to Trick.

"T? You okay?"

I put my hand on his side looking down at him. He looks up at me holding his leg.

"Y/N. Your nose is bleeding."

He sits up with his hand on my face. I shake my head looking at him.

"I don't care. Are you okay?"

"I'll be okay."

I help him stand up and climb out of the ring. I put his arm around my neck and help him to the back to the trainers room.

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                     *in the trainers room*

I am standing next to him while the doctor is feeling his leg. I have a hand on his upper back trying to be comforting and watching the doctor. Trick looks over at me. The doctor pats his knee and looks at us.

"Ummm Trick. You just need to rest your leg but you should be good to go in a few days."

"Thank you doctor."

The doctor leaves the room and I am looking down at his leg. We hear a knock on the door than it opens. Shawn comes into the room and smiles.

"Trick. Y/N. Just who I was looking for. Trick. You got yourself a title match against Dominick Mysterio for the North American Championship at NXT No Mercy!"

"Oh thank you so much Shawn! This means a lot to me!"

Trick looks at me than back at Shawn.

"Y/N can be ringside right? Just incase Rhea decides to do anything."

"Of course she can! Better get ready. No Mercy is this Saturday!"

Shawn leaves the room and Trick turns to me. I smile really big looking up at him. He pulls me into a big hug. I hug him back giggling at how tight he is hugging me.

"Y/N.... there is something I really want to do right now."

"What's that T?"

"Ummmm.... find Melo and tell him what's happening!"

"Oh okay! Yeah let's go find him."

We walk out of the trainers room to go find Melo.

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                     *at NXT No Mercy*

It is getting close to Trick's match against Dom. Me, Melo and Trick are standing in gorilla getting prepared. I am wearing a black bralette, and new custom black and blue shorts that say "Whoop That Trick" on the booty. I have a hoodie wrapped around my waist because it is a surprise.

"T? Y/N? Imma stay back here and get ready for my match. You two have a good time out there."

Melo winks at Trick and I look at both of them confused. Trick's music hits and we walk out of the curtains. I turn my back to the crowd and slowly untie my hoodie.

"Hey T! I got a surprise for ya!"

"Oh yeah! What's that?"

I fling the hoodie to the side and shake my ass a little for the crowd. Trick leans forward and reads my shorts.

"No way!"

He grabs his chest and moans a little. I look over at him and giggle.

"That is the best surprise I have ever gotten."

We walk down to the ring and finish our entrance. Rhea and Dom make their way down to the ring. Trick is standing in the corner and I am on the outside lightly rubbing his shoulders.

"You got this T!"

I pat his shoulders and climb down to the outside. The bell ring and the match begins.

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It is getting towards the end of the match and Dom is sitting in the corner getting stomped by Trick. Dom grabs his foot and makes him fall onto his back. Dom rolls him up putting his feet on the rope and Rhea holding his feet. I jump up on the stairs than run across the apron and knee Rhea right in the face. Dom jumps up and grabs my arm.

"How could you do that to Mami?!"

I push Dom off of me and Trick rolls him up getting the win. I climb into the ring and jump into Trick's arms. He holds me around my waist.

"You did it!"

"With your help! And in front of my mom!"

He points over to his mom jumping and clapping at ringside.

"In front of your mom?"

I gasp looking over at her and get off of him. The ref hands him his title. He looks over at me.

"I'm also gonna do this in front of mom and the world."

I look at him confused. He grabs my waist, pulls me into him and kisses me. I gasp than wrap my arms around his neck kissing him back. The crowd is cheering and screaming for us. He pulls back looking at me with a big smile on his face.

"I have been waiting to do that for a long time."

I giggle looking up at him still having my arms around his neck.

"Well to be honest, it took ya long enough."

He smiles, lets me go than rolls out of the ring and over to his mom. I jump out of the ring and walk over to them. He hugs his mom and the lights kinda go dark. He grabs my hand, says goodbye to his mom than we walk to the back. We go to his locker room where Melo is waiting for us outside the door.

"Trick! Finally got those feelings out huh?"

I giggle and look up at Trick holding his arm. He smiles looking at Melo.

"Finally!"

Melo smiles and pats Trick's shoulder walking around us leaving. Trick looks down at me. I have my head against his arm holding onto his bicep.

"Hey Y/N?"

"Yes?"

I look up at him smiling. He puts his hand on my cheek looking at me.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes! Yes!"

He grabs my face and kisses me hard. I wrap my arms around his neck kissing him back. We hear someone clear their throat behind us. We stop kissing seeing his mom standing behind us with her arms crossed. I giggle and blush really bad. Trick hugs his mom and starts crying. We celebrate with her and hang out in his locker room. Trick takes a selfie with me and his mom. His mom leaves and we say our goodbyes to her.

"I can't believe I won this championship in front of my mom and got the perfect girlfriend all in one day!"

I giggle and put my hands on his chest. He looks down at me and smirks.

"Wanna go home and "celebrate" our new relationship plus me winning this title?"

I bite my lip looking up at him. He smirks and puts a hand on my cheek.

"I will take that as a yes!"

He picks me up, throws me over his shoulder, grabs our belongings and heads out to his car. He sets me down and opens the door for me.

"What a gentleman."

I get into his car and he races around to the other side getting in the driver's seat. We head off to his place for a night to remember.....

The End

[niallerspayno]

To Build A Home - Chapter 4

Masterlist

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Tags: smut, and lots of fluff

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The moment your private jet touches down, the chaos begins. Paparazzi swarm the tarmac, their camera flashes bouncing off the plane’s windows like relentless strobe lights. You instinctively tighten your grip on Liam’s hand as he squeezes yours back, his silent promise that he’s right there with you.

It’s like a battlefield waiting for you beyond the plane doors. Questions are already being shouted from the crowd, muffled by the thick glass but clear enough to recognize: “Is the band over?” “Why did Zayn leave?” “Are you splitting up?”

You take a steadying breath. The world doesn’t know about the new life growing inside you, and for that, you’re grateful. If the media circus over Zayn’s departure is this intense, you can only imagine how they’d twist your pregnancy into another headline.

Liam wraps his arm around you protectively as Paul directs the group through the frenzy. Louis and Harry are walking ahead, both donning dark sunglasses and stony expressions. Niall follows behind, his usual easy grin replaced with a tense line.

Once inside the safety of the car, you exhale, leaning into Liam’s side. He rubs soothing circles into your back, his lips pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“They’re vultures,” Louis mutters, staring out the window as the car pulls away. “This is worse than when we first got big.”

“Yeah, and we thought that was bad,” Harry adds, his voice quiet but laced with frustration.

Niall glances over at you, concern in his blue eyes. “You alright, love?”

You nod, though your stomach twists uneasily—not just from the morning sickness that hasn’t let up but from the overwhelming pressure of it all. “Just glad they don’t know everything,” you murmur.

“They won’t,” Liam says firmly, his arm tightening around you. “Paul’s got security doubled for a reason. We’ll keep this under wraps until you’re ready.”

His words calm you, but the tension in the car is palpable. Everyone feels the weight of Zayn’s absence, the unspoken question hanging in the air: Can we do this without him?

...

Later that day, as you settle into the hotel, the news coverage is impossible to ignore. Every channel seems to be speculating about Zayn’s departure. You sit on the edge of the bed with Liam, the remote resting forgotten in his hand as one reporter after another rehashes the same tired rumors.

“They act like they know everything,” you mutter, your arms crossed tightly over your chest.

Liam leans back against the headboard, his free hand reaching for yours. “Let them talk. It doesn’t change the truth.”

“And what is the truth?” you ask, your voice softer now.

“That we’re figuring it out,” he says simply. “Day by day. Together.”

You nod, grateful for his steadiness, but there’s a knot in your chest that still hasn’t loosened. “I’m going to check on Zayn,” you say, reaching for your phone on the bedside table.

Liam watches you quietly, understanding written all over his face. He knows how deeply you care for Zayn and how hard this has been on all of you. “Tell him I said hi,” he says gently.

You scroll to Zayn’s contact and quickly type out a message: Hey, hope you’re doing okay. Just wanted to check in and see how you and Lou are settling in. Miss her already.

The response comes almost instantly: We’re good, don’t worry about us. Lou’s already got me wrapped around her little finger—she refused to nap unless I held her, lol. Hope you’re okay too. How’s Liam?

A small smile tugs at your lips as you read his words. You can picture it so clearly: Lou nestled in Zayn’s arms, her tiny hands clutching at him as if he’s her entire world. It warms your heart but also makes you ache to hold her yourself.

Liam’s doing alright—he says hi. It’s just... weird without you both here. Miss you too.

The three little dots indicating Zayn’s typing appear and disappear a few times before his reply finally comes through: I miss you too. But I’m glad you have Liam. You’ve got everything you need there.

You stare at the message for a moment, something unspoken lingering in his words. Before you can overthink it, you reply: Always here if you need anything. Lou too. Thank you for taking care of her.

Zayn sends back a simple heart emoji, and you set your phone down with a sigh.

Liam’s arm snakes around your waist, pulling you back against him. “He alright?”

“Yeah,” you say softly. “Lou refused to nap unless he held her. She’s already got him wrapped around her little finger.”

Liam chuckles, his breath warm against your temple. “Sounds about right.”

You sink into his embrace, the weight of the day still heavy but a little easier to bear now. Together, you turn off the TV, letting the world’s noise fade as you focus on what really matters—the family you’ve built and the love that keeps you moving forward.

...

The arena is packed, the energy electric as the lights dim and the crowd erupts in deafening cheers. You can feel the bass thrum in your chest as the boys take their places on stage, their silhouettes cutting through the haze of spotlights and smoke.

It’s their first full concert without Zayn, and the weight of his absence is palpable. Still, the boys power through, their determination evident in every note, every move, every shared glance.

When No Control begins, the crowd’s energy surges. Niall steps forward for Zayn’s verse, his voice powerful and filled with raw emotion. The passion in his delivery sends shivers down your spine. His usual lighthearted demeanor is replaced with a seriousness that makes you blink back tears.

You watch Liam out of the corner of your eye as he moves to center stage, his focus unwavering. His voice is rich and smooth as he picks up the chorus, and your chest tightens with pride.

By the time they reach You and I, the air feels different—heavier, charged. Liam takes Zayn’s high note, his voice soaring with a vulnerability that leaves the audience spellbound. His eyes close as he delivers the line, his hand gripping the mic stand like it’s the only thing anchoring him.

You can’t help the flutter in your chest—or lower—at the sight of him. The rawness of his voice, the way his muscles flex under the stage lights, the sheer passion pouring out of him—it’s magnetic.

Your hormones, already heightened by your pregnancy, have you feeling warm all over. You bite your lip as you watch him, your heart swelling with pride and something a little more primal. His presence on stage, commanding and soulful, is irresistible.

The rest of the concert passes in a blur of energy and emotion, each boy giving it their all. Harry’s charm, Louis’s wit, Niall’s grit—it’s like they’re pouring every ounce of themselves into making up for Zayn’s absence. And somehow, they’re pulling it off.

But it’s Liam who holds your attention the most. The way his voice blends with the others, the way his body moves with the music, the way he throws himself into every song—it’s intoxicating.

When the final notes of Best Song Ever ring out, the crowd’s cheers are deafening. The boys gather at the front of the stage, thanking the fans with genuine gratitude. Liam glances toward your side of the stage and catches your eye. He smiles—a small, private smile just for you—and your breath catches in your throat.

As the boys head backstage, you linger for a moment, trying to calm the mix of emotions swirling inside you. Pride, love, longing—it’s overwhelming. When Liam finally reaches you, still damp with sweat and glowing from the performance, he pulls you into a tight hug.

“You were incredible,” you whisper into his ear, your hands running up his back.

His voice is low and husky as he replies, “I could feel you watching me the whole time, love. Kept me going.”

Your cheeks flush, and his knowing smirk tells you he’s noticed the way you’ve been looking at him all night.

“Let’s get back to the hotel,” he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear. “I think we need to talk about that look in your eyes.”

Your heart skips a beat as he takes your hand, leading you toward the exit. Whatever the rest of the night holds, you know one thing for sure—you couldn’t be prouder of him. Or more in love.

...

The hotel room door clicks shut behind you, the soft glow of the bedside lamps casting a warm light over the space. The energy from the concert still lingers in the air, but it’s mingled now with something heavier, something more intimate.

Liam is unbuttoning his shirt, his fingers fumbling slightly as his eyes stay fixed on you. There’s a fire in his gaze, a reflection of everything he poured into the stage tonight—and something more.

“You were incredible out there,” you say, your voice soft but filled with emotion as you step closer. Your hands find his, halting his movements. “Let me.”

His breath hitches as you slowly push his shirt off his shoulders, revealing the toned expanse of his chest. He looks at you, his brow furrowing slightly. “Love, you’ve had a long day. Let me take care of you.”

You shake your head, your lips curving into a small smile. “Not tonight. Tonight’s about you.”

Before he can respond, you’re sinking to your knees in front of him, your hands gliding down his sides as you look up at him. The surprise in his expression melts into something deeper, his lips parting as he exhales shakily.

“Love…” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, but there’s no protest as your hands work at his belt.

You take your time, your touch deliberate and teasing as you free him from his jeans and boxers. His length is already hard, a clear testament to the effect you have on him. You glance up, holding his gaze as you lean in, your lips brushing softly against the tip.

“God,” he breathes, his hand coming to rest on the back of your head, though he doesn’t push, letting you set the pace.

You begin slowly, your tongue tracing the underside of him before taking him into your mouth. The groan that escapes him sends a thrill down your spine. You hollow your cheeks, your movements measured but purposeful, wanting to show him exactly how much he means to you.

“Baby…” His voice is strained, his fingers tightening slightly in your hair. “You’re gonna drive me mad.”

You hum in response, the vibration pulling a desperate curse from his lips. His hips twitch against you, his control slipping with every second. You glance up, meeting his darkened gaze, and the sight of him—head tilted back, lips parted, utterly undone—ignites something feral within you.

“Stop, love,” he finally manages, his voice thick with need, trembling with restraint. His hands slip under your arms, pulling you to your feet in one fluid motion. “I need you. Now.”

Before you can respond, his lips crash against yours, all hunger and urgency, his tongue sweeping into your mouth as if he can’t get enough of you. The kiss is messy, unrestrained, and you melt into him, your hands clutching at his shoulders, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. His hands roam with purpose, tugging at your clothes with impatient fingers, desperate to feel more of you.

Clothes fall away in a tangle of fabric, and the air between you feels electric as bare skin meets bare skin. He groans at the contact, his hands gripping your waist as he pulls you flush against him. His lips leave yours only to trail fiery kisses along your jaw, down your neck, and over your collarbone, leaving no inch of you untouched by his devotion.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers against your skin, his voice reverent, a stark contrast to the way his hands knead your hips. “My perfect girl.”

He lifts you effortlessly, carrying you to the bed. But when he lays you down, it’s not with the urgency that burned moments before—it’s with care, as if you’re something precious. His gaze sweeps over you, raw and unguarded, his desire tempered by overwhelming affection.

“Let me love you properly,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against yours, the weight of his words sinking into your chest.

“Please,” you whisper, your voice trembling with want. Your fingers tangle in his hair, urging him closer.

He takes his time exploring you, his lips worshipping every inch of your skin as his hands glide over your curves. He whispers soft words of love and adoration, his breath warm against your body, making you shiver. By the time he settles between your thighs, your heart feels like it’s going to burst.

When he finally enters you, the moment is everything—heat, connection, love. He moves slowly at first, savouring the way your body molds to his, the quiet sounds you make driving him to the brink. His hands find your hips, gripping firmly as he deepens his rhythm, his control unraveling.

“You’re everything to me,” he says, his voice hoarse with emotion. “My wife. The mother of my children. God, I love you so much.”

His words make your breath hitch, the intensity of his gaze locking with yours pushing you closer to the edge. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him even closer, needing more of him, every part of him. The world narrows to this moment—the heat of his body, the rasp of his breath, the way he whispers your name like a prayer.

“I love you,” you gasp, your hands clutching at his shoulders as waves of pleasure build higher and higher. “Liam… I love you so much.”

The tension between you spirals to a breaking point, and when it snaps, it’s a free fall into bliss. He holds you through it, his movements slowing as you both ride out the aftershocks together. His lips find yours again, softer now, less urgent but no less passionate. When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, his breathing uneven.

“You’re my everything,” he whispers, brushing damp hair from your face. “Thank you… for this, for us. For loving me.”

You smile, your heart full, and pull him down into another kiss, slow and tender, sealing the moment between you.

Afterward, he holds you close, his hand resting protectively over your stomach as you both drift into a peaceful, satisfied silence. It’s in moments like these that you know—no matter what challenges come your way, you’ll face them together.

...

The soft morning light creeps through the curtains, gently rousing you from sleep. You stretch a little, feeling the warmth of Liam's body pressed against yours, his arm wrapped securely around you. You breathe in the familiar scent of him—comforting and grounding—and for a brief moment, everything feels calm, as if the world outside doesn't exist.

But then the nausea hits. It’s mild at first, just a slight queasiness that curls in your stomach, but it grows as the moments pass. You wince slightly and pull yourself closer to Liam, seeking comfort in his warmth, in his presence. He stirs, his arms tightening instinctively around you as he pulls you in closer, sensing something’s not quite right.

"Morning, love," his voice is hoarse with sleep, but it’s the kind of soft, affectionate sound that makes you feel safe. You burrow into his chest, pressing yourself as close to him as possible, as if trying to soak up all of his warmth to fight off the chills that are creeping in with the nausea.

He runs his hand soothingly over your back, his fingers brushing through your hair. "You feeling okay?" he asks gently, his voice laced with concern. He knows the pregnancy’s been tough on you, especially with the morning sickness and the fatigue that’s taken over.

You shake your head slightly, your face still buried in his chest, eyes closed as you just try to focus on his touch, his presence. “No… I feel awful,” you admit, the vulnerability in your voice clear. “But I don’t want you to leave just yet. Please.”

Liam lets out a soft sigh, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. You feel the comforting pulse of his heartbeat beneath your cheek, a steady reminder that he’s here, and you’re not alone. "I don’t want to leave either, sweetheart, but I’ve got soundcheck soon… You know the routine."

You whine softly in protest, pulling yourself even closer, your arms wrapping around his waist as you press your face into the crook of his neck. “Just a little longer,” you murmur, the words coming out in a soft plea. “I want to be close to you. Just a little longer before… before I’m too big for you to hold me like this.” You almost chuckle, though it’s a little sad, the realization settling in that soon your body will be changing even more. “Before I’m too big for this.”

Liam’s hand moves to the back of your head, cradling it gently, as he presses a soft kiss to your temple. “You’ll never be too big for me,” he whispers, his voice full of warmth and reassurance. "I want to hold you, all of you. Now, always."

You feel a swell of emotion in your chest as he speaks, and you can’t help but cling to him even tighter, trying to hold onto the moment. He’s always been there for you, and the comfort of his arms feels like the only thing that can make the morning sickness bearable, even for a few more moments.

"Can’t we just… stay like this?" you ask softly, your fingers trailing lightly over the fabric of his shirt, feeling the rhythm of his breaths against you. "Just for a little longer?"

Liam chuckles quietly, but there’s a tenderness in his eyes as he looks down at you. He leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "You know I want to, love. But I’ve got to get up soon. The band’s waiting."

You sigh, but there’s no real frustration, just the gentle tug of longing for more time with him. You tilt your head back slightly, looking up at him. “I know… I just want to enjoy this before I can’t anymore.”

His eyes soften as he strokes your hair back from your face, his thumb brushing lightly over your cheek. "We’ll make time for this, I promise. Pregnancy’s a lot, but you don’t have to face it alone. I’m with you, every step of the way."

You close your eyes at his words, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love wash over you. He’s always been there, but right now, as you cling to him, you feel more in love than ever. It’s not just the pregnancy hormones—it’s the bond you’ve built with him, the way he takes care of you, the way he loves you.

He presses another gentle kiss to your forehead, then reluctantly shifts in the bed, ready to get up. "Come on, love," he murmurs softly. "Let me get up, and I’ll bring you breakfast. I’ll even stay for a little extra cuddle time later, I promise."

You let out a tiny sigh, finally loosening your grip on him, though you don’t want to let him go. “Okay,” you whisper, though you can’t quite shake the feeling that you’ll miss him the moment he’s gone.

With one last kiss to your lips, he carefully slides out of bed and heads to the bathroom to start getting ready for the day. You watch him go, the love you feel for him blooming even more, and despite the nausea, despite the exhaustion, you can’t help but feel a quiet joy. Everything may be difficult right now, but with him by your side, you know you can face anything.

...

The soundcheck room is alive with energy, but there’s a noticeable shift in the air today. Zayn’s absence is felt heavily, and while the guys are trying to keep the mood light, it’s hard not to notice the space he left behind. And then, of course, there’s you—looking all cute but completely drained from the morning sickness and the exhaustion that seems to follow you wherever you go. Your body feels like it's betraying you, but you still try to make the best of it.

Liam’s by your side, his arm draped over your shoulders as he gently rubs your back. He’s being extra gentle, his concern written all over his face as he watches you struggle to keep your eyes open. “You alright, love?” he asks softly, his voice full of care.

You nod, though it’s not exactly convincing. “Just tired,” you mumble, leaning into him. “I’ll be fine.” But as much as you try to sound like it’s no big deal, the truth is that the morning sickness has been relentless. You’re struggling to keep it together.

The boys immediately notice your neediness. Louis, ever the tease, throws you a cheeky grin as he saunters over. “Someone’s been a bit sooky today,” he says with a wink. “What’s up, huh? Need a cuddle, or is Liam taking all the attention?”

You smile weakly, trying to laugh it off. “I’m fine, just... really tired,” you mutter, but it’s clear that you're loving the attention. It’s the one thing that’s helping you get through the day, even though the teasing makes it worse.

Niall grins, sitting down beside you and poking your side. “Look at you, acting all needy,” he teases. “Getting all the cuddles from Liam, huh? Is that what it’s come to now?” He’s trying to keep it light, but there’s no mistaking the playful sarcasm in his voice.

You roll your eyes but can’t hide the small smile tugging at your lips. “It’s not my fault I feel like garbage,” you shoot back. “I just need a little TLC, that’s all.”

“Sure, sure, but don’t forget about the rest of us,” Louis teases again, pulling you into a side hug. “I’m your big brother, I can provide cuddles too.”

“You’re my big brother, so you’re required to hug me,” you retort, but it’s all in good fun. You’re just grateful for the comfort.

Harry chimes in from the other side of the room, raising his eyebrows. “So, we’re all chopped liver then, huh?” He laughs, joining in the playful banter. “You can’t be hogging all the cuddles for yourself, love.”

You look at him with a smirk. “I’m not hogging them. I’m just... prioritizing my husband,” you say, gesturing to Liam, who’s sitting next to you with a soft smile, rubbing your back.

“Of course, of course,” Niall says, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “We get it. Liam’s the favorite.” He winks. “But we’re still here for hugs if you need them.”

You sigh dramatically, leaning into Liam’s side even more. “I’m just gonna take as many cuddles as I can before I’m too big to cuddle properly,” you say with a smile, ignoring the teasing for the moment.

Liam laughs softly, brushing your hair back from your face. “That’s my girl,” he murmurs, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head. “We’ll get through this, yeah?”

You smile at him, feeling comforted by his constant presence. He might be the one you turn to the most, but the boys’ teasing and their comfort are like a little patchwork quilt, covering you in affection. Even though you’re feeling needy and overwhelmed, you know you’re surrounded by love.

Louis gives you one more hug before standing up, his voice teasing. “Alright, I’m off to soundcheck, but don’t get too cozy with Liam, yeah?” he says with a wink, causing you to roll your eyes again.

“I’ll try not to,” you retort, though you’re secretly grateful for the attention.

As soundcheck begins, the playful teasing continues, but so does the love. You feel a little lighter, a little more at ease, knowing that even when you’re feeling down or sick, you’ve got this group of people who love and care for you. And though you still feel exhausted, the little moments of laughter, hugs, and teasing from your friends are enough to keep you going for now.

...

The day carries on with the boys playfully teasing you, especially after Louis had to practically un-velcro you from Liam’s side at the concert earlier. It was a funny moment, but there was no denying how clingy you had been—Liam could barely go anywhere without you following him, even sitting in his lap whenever he was sitting down. The boys all took notice, of course, and didn’t let it slide.

“Mate, I had to literally peel her off of you earlier,” Louis teases over dinner, taking a sip of his drink. “We could barely get through soundcheck without you two tangled up in each other.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it,” Liam chuckles, leaning over to steal a kiss from you, happy to keep up with your clinginess. He pulls you closer with a smile. “I love having her close. And I don’t mind being the one she needs right now.”

You roll your eyes with a smile, but there’s no denying how much you love the attention. Still, the teasing from the boys hasn’t let up. Niall grins from his spot across the table.

“Just admit it, Liam,” Niall adds, giving you a teasing wink. “You’re just happy to have her attached to you. Can’t blame you though. She’s carrying your little one. Are you sure she’s not a magnet and you’re the other half?”

“I am not!” you protest, playfully swatting Liam’s chest as he smirks at you. “You guys are exaggerating!”

“Oh, come on,” Harry laughs, his voice warm with affection. “I saw you basically crawling onto Liam’s lap earlier. Couldn’t even let him breathe without you right there.”

“I’m just… making sure he knows I’m here,” you explain, feigning innocence. “I’m needy. And hormonal. Don’t judge me.”

Louis raises an eyebrow. “Hormonal? Is that what they’re calling it now?”

Liam chuckles, giving Louis a playful shove. “You lot are just jealous she loves me the most.”

“You wish,” Louis fires back with a grin. “You’ve got her for now, but we’re still her favorite brother and friends.”

“I’m still your favorite, right?” Liam asks with mock concern, glancing at you as he squeezes your hand.

You smile and lean into his side, snuggling closer. “Of course you are,” you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “But don’t get too cocky. You’re the lucky one today. Tomorrow, maybe I’ll let someone else cuddle me.”

The boys all laugh at that, knowing full well that, even though you’re joking, there’s no way they could replace the love you have for Liam.

As the evening continues, the teasing lightens, and you finally feel a bit more like yourself. The morning sickness has eased up, leaving you able to enjoy your food and the conversation without feeling queasy. But there’s still that clinginess, that undeniable need for Liam to be close. The boys continue to tease, but with more affection now, all of them knowing exactly why you’re so attached to him.

“I think it’s safe to say,” Niall says with a smirk, “that Liam’s got the most popular lap in the room.”

“And I’m not complaining,” Liam adds, kissing the top of your head as you rest against him, your hand on your still-flat stomach. “I love my wife and my baby. If that means I’m the lap she wants to be on, I’ll take it.”

“Well, enjoy it while you can,” Louis adds with a laugh. “I’m sure in a few months that lap’s gonna get a lot more cramped.”

“Just means I get more or her to hold,” Liam says softly, a smile tugging at his lips. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The boys all laugh and exchange knowing glances, their teasing moments giving way to a sense of camaraderie and care for the little family that’s slowly growing.

As the night winds down and the laughter continues, you pull your phone from your pocket, mindlessly scrolling through messages when you notice something that makes you pause. Louis, being his usual mischievous self, has posted a photo on Twitter.

You freeze for a moment, staring at the image. It’s a candid shot from earlier in the day, just after the concert, when you were still attached to Liam like a magnet. In the photo, you’re sitting on his lap, your arms wrapped around him as he kisses the top of your head, both of you oblivious to the picture being taken. You’re smiling, completely content, and Liam’s holding you close, his expression soft and loving.

But it’s Louis’s caption that makes you snort and roll your eyes: “Stuck with the newlyweds. Someone send help! #CantGetAWayFromThem #LiamShe’sYoursForever”

You can’t help but laugh, though you feel a flush creeping up your neck as you scroll through the replies. The rest of the band quickly chimes in with their own jokes.

“Couldn’t get away even if we tried,” Niall comments with a winking emoji.

“Nice try, Louis. The lap’s occupied,” Harry adds, clearly amused by the whole thing.

Even Zayn, far away with Lou, texts you a laughing emoji, followed by a message. “Looks like you’ve got the world’s best seat, huh? No complaints from me.”

You show Liam the tweet, holding your phone up in front of him as you roll your eyes again. “Thanks a lot, Louis,” you say, but there’s no real heat in your voice. You know he’s just teasing.

Liam grins, pulling you closer and kissing your cheek. “At least we know what the public thinks of us,” he says, his tone light but full of affection. “And hey, he’s not wrong. You’re stuck with me.”

“I think I’ll survive,” you tease, sending a wink his way before adding, “I’ll just have to make sure you’re not posting photos of me stuck to you every time.”

“Deal,” he chuckles, squeezing you tighter. “But it’s kinda cute, right? The way we just can’t seem to be apart?”

“Definitely,” you reply with a smile, feeling the warmth of his embrace. “It’s nice to know we’re both all in this together.”

Liam leans down, brushing a soft kiss against your lips. “You and me,” he whispers against your mouth, “forever.”

…

Chapter 5

[alexquisites-blog]

|Tempest Unleashed- Chapter 2: 2019|

Years Ago

Charlotte was already up and awake as she was setting up everything for the big day ahead as she saw Kate awake and grabbed her camera as Charlotte grabbed her's before standing besides Kate and the two of them snapped a few quick photos of the system ahead of them. The two looked at each other before doing a tornado spin with their index fingers and began heading back to the site behind them Kate went to Jeb and the others to wake them up as Charlotte was looking everything to make sure it was perfect as Kate went to the van and honked the horn.

"Storm's here guys let's go!" Kate announced as Maya walked her way over to her cousin. 

"Nah, nah, I got way too hard last night." Javi complained.

"Javi, get up, come on!" Kate yelled as she went to pull  his sleeping bag over his head.

"You should really listen to her man. She's on it today." Charlotte chuckled, sipping her coffee.

"Come on, why are you on her side? I need more sleep." He groaned as Charlotte walked over and smiled. 

"Because I feel today is going to our best shot at doing this, and Kate agrees." Charlotte crossed her arms.

"It's so early, just a few more minutes. It won't hurt." He groaned.

"Nope, and now I'm stealing this." She grabbed the sleeping back before stuffing it back in the van.

"Ugh, fine." He said getting up.

**

As Kate was recording her video with Jeb recording, Charlotte was helping her brother with Dorothy.

"The Doppler doesn't show a storm until the afternoon." Praveen said. 

"Well, the data doesn't see what Kate sees." Addy explained.

"And that's for a fact, Kate sees it all." Charlotte popped up.

"How about Kate sees a few more hours of sleep?" Javi suggested.

"Nope, sorry you're going to have to live off of what you have for today." 

"Praveen. What are you doing? Dorothy's not a desk." Javi explained as Praveen took the computer off of Dorothy.

"She's very special." She said, patting the container. "And helped us beat that son of a bitch Jonas." She muttered to herself getting a small flashback to when she was in her preteens. "Fashionably late again, Jonas? Fashionably late! Gimmie kiss, baby!"  Before she continued working.

"Come on. Get in. Get in!" Kate was guiding everyone to get into the camera frame as they all got in. "Ready? Do you know what today is?"

"The day we save a tornado!" Charlotte, Javi, Praveen, Addy, and Jeb all yell at one.

"I'm going to yak first." Javi walked off. 

"I'll make sure he doesn't yak too much." Charlotte chuckled, patting his back.

**

Later the group began driving towards the system that was ahead of them. Javi and Charlotte were in the van softly singing Salio El Sol by Don Omar and snacking on Hot Cheetos.

"Do you see the coloring? It's beautiful!" Charlotte called out, trying to get a good view of the clouds.

"Yeah, yeah, I see it." Javi said as he grabbed the radio. "Alright, how are we getting this thing? Me and Charlotte need a southwest position to read the sensors."

"Yeah I'm coming right up." Jeb spoke into the radio as they turned right. 

"I call next song." She said, grabbing her phone and picking Vivir Mi Vida by Marc Anthony.

"Ooo okay Charlotte go perfect choice." Javi smiled, driving down the road as she was singing her heart out until the group stopped on the side of the road to work on the mixture.

"There she is!" Javi called out.

"She's looking mighty big and strong." She said following him and gave him the computer as the two walked up to Addy continuously pushing the button to open Dorothy.

"Hey, gentle, gentle, light." Javi requested as Javi hit it. 

"Hey, she didn't need that." Charlotte pushed his hand away.

"Whatever, now try." Javi requested Addy, pushed, it didn't work. "Usually, it works."

"Apparently, she just needs some talking to, don't you girl, you will get this data." Charlotte said as Addy tried pushing it again. "Never mind then..." 

"This thing is so old." 

"Hey!" Charlotte muttered.

"I mean, it's old, but it's field tested. Charlotte was literally there when it started back in the day."

"See!" Charlotte exclaimed.

"You know, unlike Kate's science project over here."

"Javi has a point." Charlotte muttered. 

"It's our science project." Praveen explained.

"There's no time, Charlotte, Javi. If Dorthy's not working, then forget the data, okay? We'll worry about it later." Kate said.

"Forget the data -"

"It's not going to wait for us, Javi... Charlotte." 

"Kate... Jeb, the data is a crucial part, me and Javi both need this." Charlotte crossed her arms a little upset. "Data is the most important piece out of storm chasing."

"There's a death rate setting in. Look both of you. This is probably our last chase of the season." 

Charlotte put her hands up. "You know what it's equally as important." She muttered, containing her emotions.

"No matter what, we gotta get these barrels in the air and see if they can make a tornado vanish, okay? It's more important." Kate explained as Charlotte takes a deep breath, putting her hands on her sides.

"No, how about that it's equally as important, we do both right?" Javi suggested.

"Exactly!" Charlotte jumps in.

"If you make a tornado vanish with this, but you don't get the data with this. Who's gonna believe it?"

"No one guys. That's the answer they'll just think it's some stupid thing with the air or whatever." She said as Addy pushed the button again and it opened. 

"Oh, got it!" Addy exclaimed as Charlotte grabbed a sensor and gave it a quick kiss for good luck before putting it back in.

"Fine, the two best cousins better get us that data. Whatever we need to win a big fat grand." Kate exclaimed before Charlotte began to make her way over to the van as she watched the four drive off as Javi joined Charlotte in the van. 

"Alright here we go, I feel today's gonna be the day." She smiled.

"Agreed." Javi said nodding watching the radar with Charlotte on his side.

The two are in the van watching the computers as a radio comes through from Addy. "Javi, Charlotte. How's Dorothy's GPS?"

"Coming and loud a clear." Javi said as Charlotte grabbed the walkie talkie

"It's definitely some system just be careful guys." Charlotte said before giving it back as she got up a few minutes later and grabbed a snack before throwing one to Javi as he smiled. "Anything from them yet?"

"Nope not yet." Javi said as he opened his bag and began to snack as so did Charlotte as another few minutes past.

"Okay we dropped the trailer." Kate said through the radio. 

"Alright this better work." Charlotte said nervous.

"Now let's see if it takes the bait." Javi added as moments later data was showing. "Woo Baby!" He said high-fiving her. "We just shot up 10,000 feet." 

"Hell yeah!" Charlotte screamed.

"It's rising 30,000 feet." Javi radioed.

"Javi it's not weaking..." She said before getting up getting the other computer. "Shit, shit."

"Dorothy can't tell you that..." He explained as Charlotte panicked.

"Tell you what?"

"If the wind speeds are wearing. 40,000 feet, your tornado isn't shrinking Kate. 50,000 feet."

"Javi they need to get out of there as soon as possible this isn't good." 

"This isn't right." Javi said before trying to go do something.

"Yeah no shit! Wait what are you doing?" She watched him as Addy's voice was repeating.

"Guys, talk to us. Talk to us. Talk to us."

"Sensor's just shot up 70,000." Javi radioed as Charlotte looked at him.

"Tell them they need to get out of there quick!" Charlotte said nervous.

"Guys whatever is in there it's big and it's moving fast. Drive. Get the hell out of there!" 

"Like now, just go! Go!" Charlotte radioed after Javi as she stood close to him anxiously. 

"Repeat you guys get out of there!" He radioed but no response. "Kate!" Javi looked at Charlotte.

"Shit, why aren't they saying anything!?" Charlotte panicked. "Guys!" She tears up holding onto her cousin. 

"They probably found somewhere to take cover, I don't know look we just have to sit it out." He said keeping her close. "I know we want to know what's going on but we just have to wait."

As the storm passed after a few minutes, they pulled up Dorothy's radar before driving along the route to find Kate and the others. As Charlotte and Javi were driving, they saw the SUV flipped all broken on the side of the road as Javi was rubbing Charlotte's shoulder. The two parked the car due to debris covering the road as there was a cop car and a blonde girl. Charlotte instantly recognized it was Kate before she ran over with Javi behind.

"Kate thank God your okay, where's the others?" Charlotte asked hugging Kate slowly.

"T-they didn't make it, they're all gone, and it's my fault." She said in tears.

"Kate, it isn't your fault. You didn't know it was going to become an F5." Javi adds.

"I can't do this anymore..." Kate looked at the two cousins.

[justplainwhump]

Styling

Felix gets Ali a job opportunity at WRU.

Loosely aligned with the Pet Safety Series. Follows [Felix].

Content / warnings: BBU, an outsider being drawn into the system, reluctant(?) whumper pov. BBU-typical dubcon/noncon implied at the end; not explicit. Something more about WRU demo pets.

Ali had left early in the morning, after their first night. But on the kitchen counter, Felix had found a wrapped up sandwich, a bottle of water and an Aspirin. A phone number had been written all over the sandwich bag. Let me know if you liked it - A.

Smiling, Felix had texted him a photo of his lunch in the park behind the facility, careful not to reveal the location.

Ali had replied with a photo of a sandwich just like the one he'd made him, not hiding his work place, a luxury hair salon down town. Oh, look what I'm having! It's a match.

One thing led to the other, one night to the next, and to Felix' own surprise Ali grew into a constant in his life, the light touch of his kisses, the warmth of his body, the smell of his cooking, the sight of his dark eyes drinking him in in the morning.

*

"You don't actually sell cars, do you?"

It was one of the days where Ali worked an afternoon shift, while Felix had to get ready in the morning. With one leg in the dress pants, Felix paused and turned towards Ali.

"Does it matter?"

"Depends." Ali stared at him, hesitating. "Is it people?"

"Depends," Felix replied. "Some would say so. It's a matter of definition, really." He pulled the pants over his other leg and zipped them close. A part of him was getting ready to run and not see Ali again. Would be a shame, really. He'd started to like him. "They were people once. They signed up for it though."

"Pets." Ali stated it without judgement, only mild curiosity. "You're selling pets. You work for WRU?"

"Mh." Felix met Ali's gaze. "Does it... change things?"

Ali squinted, lost in thought for a moment, before he shook his head. "You think it should?"

"I've had dates who got judgmental." Felix shrugged. "It's a pretty controversial business."

"We do have pets in the salon sometimes." Ali pushed himself up in the bed. "A handful of our clients own Guards or Romantics. They bring them in, too, and we style them. I don't judge." He picked up Felix shirt and tossed it to him. "I do judge you for lying to me."

"I would've told you," Felix said, catching the shirt, heart racing at the boldness of his next suggestion. "In fact, Ali, I think I might have a job for you."

***

Ali Beheshti was and had always been a cautious man. His parents had been refugees, and a lot of their mannerisms and fears had been passed down to him. Don't trust the system. Don't trust people who pretend to know what's good for you. Stick to your own business. Always know a way out.

The first time the gates of a WRU facility slid open for him and then closed behind you with a small hiss, he wondered how Felix Kane had made him so readily betray this very part of himself.

Then Felix jogged up to him with that easy smile of his that could light up an entire room, and Ali forbid his thoughts to venture further down that route.

"So glad that you could make it! Big day today. Important client, some heartbroken youtuber who's been talked into a bet that not even a WRU pet could make him not think about his ex. However this trial ends, our products will be on thousands of screens, and I want them to look great."

Ali slapped the large trolley that held his equipment, swallowing down the unease roiling in his stomach. "I've got my red carpet set with me. I can make them camera ready."

They stepped into an elevator, and Felix pressed a kiss on the side of Ali's neck. "You're a saviour."

"Thank me later." Ali gently pushed Felix away. "This is a professional call, remember?"

"Sure." Felix grinned and swiped his id over the keypad. "I will thank you alright, love."

Ali eyed the keypad. Designed to make sure nobody could get in without a permission. Or out. "These pets," he said. "They signed up for this, right?"

"'Course they did." Felix raised an eyebrow. "They all do. Otherwise it would be illegal, wouldn't it? The ones you're going to meet - our demo pets - they have heartbreaking pasts. They're so much better off with us than they've been before. WRU saved them."

"Then why does the security look like a prison?"

Felix didn't miss a beat. "Maybe it rather looks like bank? They're worth a lot. Them and us put a lot of effort into training them to be at their best. People want to steal them. Others want to liberate them. Idiots, really. Our pets don't want to be liberated." He cast Ali a warm smile. "They're very obedient. You're safe. You don't need to worry."

"I, um. Never mind." He had not worried about that. He was too sceptical, probably. Definitely. Right? His parents had just messed him up with their fear of evil governments and imprisonment. "I... Why don't give me a quick run down already? How many are there, what styles do you want? A story you want their looks to tell?"

There were eight in Felix' responsibilty, Ali learned, eight of the so-called Romantics, various genders, various ethnical backgrounds, various stories to tell. The girl next door, the buff teddy bear, the quiet enigma, the dirty little secret, the soft dreamer, the confident performer, the spoiled princess, the devoted servant. Ali didn't dare ask, how the roles were assigned. How the people they'd been before were moulded into these shapes. It all had happened before. They signed up for it. Felix just did the sales part. And Ali just styled them. It wasn't as if his real life clients didn't come to him with stories just like these as well. Just yesterday one of hie regulars had requested to be styled like "Sin itself". This was just another job, one that challenged him in the best ways, one that paid extraordinilarily well - and one that would do a favor to the man he'd love to call his boyfriend some day. A great chance, that's what this was. Nothing less, nothing more.

Felix introduced him to the pets, one by one. They weren't supposed to be in the room together, he explained, only with clients present. Having them bond, to influence each other, would mess with their carefully calibrated training. Ali didn't try to understand that; these intricacies of Felix' job didn't need to bother him.

All of the pets that sat down in the chair in front of him shared an extraordinary beauty. All shared a quiet obedience, and the same set of mannerisms. And all of them flirted with Felix, who just replied with a generous smile. This was the one thing that did bother Ali. But then again, when Felix looked away from them, and at Ali, to give some quiet pointers at what to do, Felix' smile shifted into another one, a more private, cheeky, honest one. These were pets. Ali was a person. It wasn't the same.

"That's Noor," Felix said, when he brought over the last one, a slim man with long black hair an almost ethereal elegance to his movements. He was pierced in his lip and eyebrow, and as easily to see through his fishnet top, also elsewhere on his body. Ali found himself wonder, if that was all of it. Then, if that was exactly what he was meant to wonder about. He inhaled softly, counted to ten, hoping to banish the faint blush creeping up in his cheeks. Or the thought, of how well Felix would know the answer to that.

"Good morning, Mister Ali," Noor said softly.

"Noor?" Ali raised a brow. "A Persian name?"

"He got here right after I met you." Felix smiled. "Couldn't stop thinking about you. So I named him in your honor."

"That's-" Ali frowned. Creepy, a part of his mind whispered. Sweet, another part insisted. "Special," he settled.

Noor slid into the chair in front of him, gaze cast down, not meeting Ali's in the mirror. What had Felix said in that first night? About one of his so called "cars"? Totalled, by a client. Had to be replaced. Noor must've been the replacement. How long would he make it, then? How long the others? Ali swallowed, reached for Noor's long hair instead, letting his hands run through them carefully. It was beautiful, smooth and heavy and soothing. Could need a little more conditioner, maybe. Better care for the tips.

"Noor's the dirty little secret," Felix said, almost affectionate. "I want his hair open, shining, but in a way that makes you want to grab it, pull him around by it, you know?"

Ali wasn't sure if it was the request that made him shiver, or the way he exactly knew the feeling Felix described.

"I do", he said, his voice cracking a little. "I can do that. I'll wash his hair first, add a little treatment."

Felix nodded. "He's been good. You can be gentle."

He'd been like that before, too. Advised Ali, on how gentle to be, as if the hair styling was a part of a regimen of rewards and punishment.

Ali had mostly ignored it. He was always gentle. It would make him a horrible hairdresser, not to take care of the people- humans- beings, in the chair in front of him.

"Sure," he said anyways, and gestured Noor over to the washing basin. He checked the water temperature himself - he'd learned already at pet number three, that they'd say the temperature was fine with perfectly content smiles and soft voices, regardless if it was scalding or freezing. "You good?", he asked, still, mostly from habit.

Noor hummed in reply, a soft, peaceful noise, as Ali gently started massaging his scalp under the warm water.

Ali looked up at Felix, leaning in the door with his arms crossed, watching them with a soft smile. "He's enjoying it," he observed. "I'd love to switch places."

"Later," Ali said.

Noor's shoulders seemed to relax, his breath slowing, as Ali's fingers deftly worked his temples. He wondered quietly, how often the pets received something like that. A reward like that. And what it was for. What being good might encompass.

"You look good together," Felix said. "My favorite pet. And my... favorite person."

"Shush", Ali hissed, unable to hide the blush in his cheeks. "We're working."

"He's asleep." Felix nodded at Noor. "You're doing wonders on him. And it's good. He needs to relax anyway. I'm not meant to do favorites of course, but he is the best of them. I bet he'll be chosen today."

"Quiet," Ali muttered. His favorite person. He hadn't expected how nervous these words would made him feel. "I can't focus."

"I find it hard, too." Felix winked. "I'll think about this picture all day."

Ali reached for the conditioner and decidedly stared down onto Noor's beautiful, ink black hair, determined not to let Felix' words overwhelm him.

Thankfully, Felix did vanish shortly after, probably doing whatever else he needed to prepare for the evening, and Ali could focus on his job.

Felix returned, just as Ali finished blow drying Noor's hair. The pet looked stunning - of course he did. Ali was good at his job, after all. He worked out some strands, artfully twisting them, before he spun the chair towards Felix. "What do you think?"

"Stunning," Felix said, gaze more on Ali than on his model. "There's just something missing, for that freshly fucked look I was going for."

Ali frowned, ready to lash out against that criticism, but Felix was faster, looking at Noor now.

"Noor, dear, do you like what my friend did?"

"Yes, Felix." For the first time, Noor did look up at Ali in the mirror, a shy smile dancing on his pierced lip. "He was very nice."

"I think so, too. And I think you should thank him properly, don't you?"

Noor nodded, and before Ali could properly react to the innuendo, even make sense of what he wanted, his mind lost somewhere between Noor's smile and Felix' voice, the pet swung himself over the chairs armrest and dropped on his knees in front of Ali, looking up at him from deep brown eyes. His teeth played with the piercing in his lower lip, and there was a small dimple in one cheek, when he smiled.

Ali was dizzy. "I-- I don't think-"

"I can't tip you as you deserve, this is a company invoice after all," Felix said. "But I - we - can make you feel good anyway. Believe me. Noor will blow your mind." He smirked. "Literally."

"I- I styled his hair, but-" Ali wanted this. He didn't want it. His pants were awfully tight suddenly, his mind blank. Fuck. He should've been prepared, right? Had he been? Did he want this? He wondered how that piercing would feel.

"I respect if you don't want it, of course, I do, I just thought..." Felix voice was soft. "My boyfriend deserves some relaxation, too."

There was a soft touch between his legs, a hand moving over to his zipper. Ali didn't fight it. Boyfriend. Felix called him his boyfriend. And he wanted him to feel good. Noor wanted it, too. And fuck, if Ali's body wasn't craving it as well.

Felix smiled and stepped in.

"Boyfriend, huh?" Ali asked, huskily, as he felt his pants pulled down, and soft lips wander down his hips.

"If you want to be?"

Ali nodded, unable to speak, and Felix's lips found his just in time for Felix' mouth to absorb the little whimper escaping him when Noor took him in.

"I love you," Felix breathed into their kiss, and whatever Ali's treachereous mind had been whispering was blown away entirely.

[triangularitydubs]

Digital Hearts

Episode 1: Beginnings

(⚠️LOTS OF READING⚠️)

(We begin many years ago… in the land known as Paradise Peninsula. There is a pan shot roll in with the tide as we come across the house of our main character Pomni.)

(Pomni rushes out of her home suddenly, as for now, she is a kid. She begins to run around Paradise Peninsula while the camera follows her.)

(She eventually knocks on another door, and a few moments later, out pops Ragatha, one of 2 childhood friends.)

POMNI:

Hey! Ragatha! Wanna hang out?

RAGATHA:

Of course, Pom! What'cha got planned today?

POMNI:

Oh nothin, maybe explore a certain area I might've saw a Paopu Fruit at.

RAGATHA:

NO WAY!!

POMNI:

(SHE NODS) Let's go get Jax, then we'll look for it!

RAGATHA:

(SHE SMIRKED) Lead the way Pom!

(As they run to Jax's house, the camera follows them both again.)

(This time Ragatha knocks on Jax's door)

(He answers and gives his usual remarks)

JAX:

Rags, Pom, what a surprise! Always thrilled to see you two…whats up?

RAGATHA:

Pomni thinks she found a Papou Fruit!

JAX:

Pfft..no way, Pom. Those things are as rare as it gets. Not even my folks have seen one in their lifetime.

POMNI:

Seeing is believing and I KNOW I saw one.

JAX:

Alright, Alright. Show us then.

(The Squad does one last follow cam shot till they get to the fruit Pomni is taking then to.)

POMNI:

There it is… BASK in its glory.

(RAGATHA and JAX look up in awe, they can't believe they are seeing a Papou Fruit.)

JAX:

I've got to be dreaming.

POMNI:

I heard if you find it, any wish you make on it comes true… wanna race for it?

RAGATHA and JAX:

You bet!

(The Squad begins to race to where the Papou Fruit is. Pomni ends up winning.)

POMNI:

I won! Hmm… whaddya guys want?

JAX:

Hmm… how about more Christmas presents?

RAGATHA:

Y'know, I feel like we need adventure in our lives!

JAX:

For once, Rags is right.

POMNI:

Ok… I wish me and my friends went on a grand adventure!

(Transition to the medieval floating kingdom of Hollow Chesstion, where mannequins walk the streets. Fade to Pomni's new house.)

(Adult Pomni walks out into the streets but gets trampled by 3 hooded figures, and a pair of teeth with eyes behind them)

KING CAINE:

Stop this instant! YOU FIENDS!!

(Pomni blankly stares up at them from the ground as the hooded figures disappear from sight. The King guy stops and looks at Pomni)

KING CAINE:

You! Did you see those hooligans? The tall one with the fancier cloak overtook the castle and turned our King against us.

POMNI:

Well golly.. who's king now?

KING CAINE:

I guess I'll have to suffice as I AM his royal advisor… say…would you be up for the adventure of a lifetime?

POMNI:

Oh.. I don't know I kinda spent all my childhood building a boat and sailing the seas to get here…um that's enough adventure for me.

KING CAINE:

That's quite a shame…it would entail endless riches and the power of… The Digital Heart.

POMNI:

The Digital Heart? What's that?

KING CAINE:

Imagine, a status of a hero, a legend in history, plus all the Gloinkoin you could ever wish for!

POMNI:

…Um…

KING CAINE:

FANTASTICAL!

POMNI:

But I didnt say-

KING CAINE:

I'll even let you pick out TWO allies so you're not alone!

POMNI:

I.. I..(She sighs) I guess if I HAVE to do this, I'll pick my friends, Jax and Ragatha.

KING CAINE:

Splendid! I shall call you all to the castle this afternoon to get prepared for the adventure of a lifetime!

(Later that afternoon, Pomni arrives with Jax and Ragatha. A Mannequin guard stops them at the castle gate.)

MANNEQUIN GUARD:

Halt, what brings you to King Caine's Castle?

POMNI:

(She was slightly taken aback that the guards had so quickly accepted Caine as king) Um… my friends and I were invited to talk to him about.. an.. “adventure of a lifetime”?

MANNEQUIN GUARD:

I see, Lower the bridge!

(Right then the Drawbridge to the castle came crashing down and two fancy red double doors awaited at the end of a beautiful garden. Our trio marched on and through the doors)

(Caine sat on the throne awaiting their arrival)

KING CAINE:

Pomni! You arrived! Who might your friends be?

POMNI:

These are my friends, Ragatha(She motions towards the ragdoll) and Jax(motions towards the purple rabbit)

KING CAINE:

It's quite a pleasure to meet you both. I suppose if you three are going to go on an adventure, you need the proper etiquette! So I shall grant you three magic and weapons!

(The three of them seemed excited)

KING CAINE:

Ragatha, I shall make you a mage. So here's a wand, and a new set of threads!

(Caine did some magic of his own and Ragatha's outfit transformed onto a light blue dress with patches, a long purple cloak and a Obtained a blue hat with a big patch on it)

KING CAINE:

Now you will be the mage and healer, you have access to Fire, Blizzard, and Thunder! You also can use cure to help your teammates! Use this power carefully because you can run out of mana!

RAGATHA:

Sweet!(She waved her new wand around a bit)

KING CAINE:

Jax, It's not much but here is a shield and a small sword! You are the warrior/brute of the group! You can't use magic but you have a higher critical hit chance!

JAX:

Can't complain if I get to swing around a sword.. HAH!(he swings it around as well, but more rapidly, Ragatha had to duck.)

KING CAINE:

Now, Pomni I am trusting you with the most powerful weapon in the world, The Keyblade. It can unlock any door…and cast spells AND be used as sword. You are the leader of this adventure.

Your task is to find The Digital Heart, Find The Lost Princess ane Defeat The Dark One. I'm almost certain he won't stop at Hollow Chesstion, but take over other worlds as well.

For now… I feel like he might cause trouble near the town square for that's the direction I had to chase him and his colleagues.

I'll give you Bubble as a companion. She can do a lot of things such as shop items, sell items and even Upgrade you and your party. Explore with her a bit and she can unlock some real potential that will help you on your journey.

(Pomni looked nervous as she was soaking all this in)

KING CAINE:

No more lollygagging! Go forth and save the world!

(With that our squad was pushed out of the castle and before their eyes there stood a large abstracted blob in the distance, presumably at the Town Square)

POMNI:

Oh s[#^#^#]

(FADE TO BLACK, CREDITS)

[rainbow-nerdss]

Finding You (Part 4)

Written for @augustwritingchallenge day 29: Dark Buddie, 2k Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Read it on AO3

Buck's eyes caught on the photo frame, just as they had every time he walked into Eddie's house since the picture had been placed there, close to two years ago now.

It was them, arms around each other, though they'd been complete strangers the night before it was taken. Standing in front of a vintage fire engine — it felt something like fate, like a promise from the universe, bringing them back together.

Beside that picture were two more — one of Christopher and Shannon, and the other— the most recent addition — taken in the photo booth at May's graduation party a week before, Chris standing between Eddie and Buck, all three of them grinning at the camera.

"Eddie?" Buck called. "Good to go?"

"Almost!" Eddie's voice came from down the hall. He emerged from Chris's room holding a Lego set. "He forgot to bring it with him when Carla dropped him to school, apparently he needs it for show and tell. Do you mind making a stop?"

Buck laughed. "’Course not. We'd better get going, though, unless we want Bobby to write us up for being late.”

They’d been car-pooling, ever since Chris had done a project on climate change and insisted they start doing something to reduce their carbon footprint. He’d also been strictly monitoring their recycling habits, leaving sticky notes every time he found something in the wrong trash can.

Buck could never say no to that kid, and a little extra time with Eddie before and after work was always welcome.

They just about made it to work on time, slipping in the door just as Bobby was beginning his morning briefing.

It was a good day.

Until it wasn't.

A fire at a storage facility, which wouldn’t have been too bad, except it was on an auction day, and there were an unknown number of civilians inside the units.

Buck and Eddie walked through the hallways, knocking on each door they passed, making sure nobody was left behind.

They found one container with the door slightly ajar. No response, but Buck went in just to check, and Eddie followed him.

The door swung shut, slamming with a heavy thud.

They couldn't open it.

"Try the light?" Eddie suggested, but Buck couldn't find the switch.

Eddie radioed the team, letting them know what happened.

"Any sign of fire near you?" Bobby asked. "Any injuries?"

"Just to our pride," Buck answered. He heard Chimney laugh, meaning he'd taken the time to hit the button on his radio just so they would hear.

Rude.

"Alright, sit tight, guys. We'll get this fire under control, take care of our victims, then we'll come get you."

"Got it, Cap," they both confirmed.

Buck felt along the wall until he found a spot where he could sit.

"Guess we've got some time to kill," he grunted, shifting his weight slightly to get comfortable.

He heard Eddie moving around, then a clatter, swearing, and Eddie was tripping over Buck's legs and falling to the ground.

"Shit!" Buck reached out to help him up. "You okay?"

"All good," Eddie groaned. "Just a little bruised, I think."

"Maybe we should stay in one spot, while we're stuck here in the dark," Buck suggested, helping Eddie get situated sitting beside him.

"Probably for the best."

Their shoulders pressed together in the dark space, and Buck turned his head in Eddie's direction, even though he could barely see his outline.

"How long d'you think it'll take them?" Buck asked.

"No idea. It's not so bad here though."

"Are you kidding? It smells like something died."

Eddie laughed, Buck slowly joining him.

"You heard Maddie's news, right?" Buck asked after a few moments. Her and Chimney had just started telling people about their pregnancy, and Buck had been dying to talk to Eddie about it.

"You were there when I heard it, Buck," Eddie laughed. "Or should I be calling you Uncle Buck?"

Buck snorted. "You know, I had no idea what Chim was referencing when he said that at first? He had to sit me down and make me watch the movie so he could keep making jokes about it."

Eddie laughed again. "Why am I not surprised?" 

Buck nudged him.

"How are you feeling about it?" Eddie asked.

"Honestly? I can't wait. I'm gonna spoil the shit out of that kid."

"Really? I remember when Adriana had her first kid, I was… Well, excited isn’t the first word that comes to mind.”

Buck frowned. “How come?” 

He felt Eddie shrug beside him. “I just… I couldn’t picture myself as an uncle, you know? Then three years later, I was a dad, so.” Buck wanted to say something, but that was all so long ago, he didn’t know what he could say. He did the math in his head — it mustn’t have been long after Buck met them, he figured. He thought of the Eddie he had met back then, so young, so unsure of what he wanted. “I guess it’s different for you though,” Eddie continued. “You have more practice with kids than I did.”

“Thanks to you,” Buck said. They weren’t the first words that came to mind, though. No, the first thing Buck thought at Eddie’s words was I already feel like a dad. A frankly ridiculous thought to have about a kid he’d known for all of two years, not even a quarter of his life. 

Sure, he knew Chris cared about him, that he enjoyed their time together as much as Buck did. The three of them, Buck, Eddie and Chris, they just… fit together, in a way Buck had never allowed himself to think too closely on, for fear that it would all fall apart if he did. 

“You know,” Eddie’s voice broke through Buck’s thoughts. “When I told Chris the news, he was excited too. He said he couldn’t wait to have a new baby cousin.”

Buck turned red, suddenly grateful for the dark that surrounded them. “He did?” 

“Yeah.” 

“What did you say?” 

The pause before Eddie answered was a long one. “I didn’t correct him.” 

“Oh. Really?” The thought Buck had pushed aside before came back to the surface. If Chris thought of Maddie’s kid as his cousin, then it would suggest…

“Buck, I need to tell you something.”

Eddie’s voice was heavy with something Buck couldn’t recognise. It sounded serious, though. 

“You need to tell me something now? Here?” 

“I’ve chickened out too many times already, when there was somewhere else I could run, or when I could see your face.” 

“Okay. What is it? You’re making me nervous.”

Buck was ready for Eddie to say something which would hurt him. To say that he didn’t like how close Buck had gotten to Chris, how involved Buck was in their lives, that he was a burden on them in some way. Buck was the one who wanted to run now, to escape this conversation which neither of them would be able to move on from without something fundamentally shifting.

“I think I’ve been falling in love with you.”

It took Buck a full minute to process Eddie’s words. They couldn’t have meant what he thought they did, but he replayed them in his mind, and he couldn’t find another meaning beyond the obvious. 

Beyond Eddie loving him.

“Buck? Say something, I can’t see your face right now, and I need to know what—” 

Buck kissed him. Or, he tried to. In the dark, he sort of misjudged the distance between his face and Eddie’s, and the kiss landed what felt like somewhere between Eddie’s nose and his eye. 

He redirected, though, and this time he hit the mark.

He felt Eddie leaning into the kiss, lips soft against his own. “Eds, I started falling for you the day you sat next to me in a doorway in Boston, and I don’t think I ever stopped.” 

“Really?” Eddie whispered against his mouth, the sound sending a shiver down Buck’s spine.

“Really,” Buck assured him, preventing any further questions with another kiss.

Eddie’s gloved hand reached up to touch Buck’s face, and after a frustrated grunt it disappeared, replaced a moment later by Eddie’s warm hand. Buck pulled his own gloves off, pulling Eddie closer, sliding his hands under Eddie’s turnout coat, finding the warmth of his skin through his work t-shirt. 

Buck’s tongue darted out, and Eddie let him in with a soft noise. Buck moved, trying to get a better angle. This time, he was the one who fell, but Eddie didn’t help him up. He followed him down, until they were tangled together on the floor.

“Fuck, Eddie,” Buck sighed, feeling Eddie’s fingers slide through his hair. He lost himself in the kiss, the feeling of Eddie pressed up against him, lips pressed against lips, bodies flush from head to toe.

Buck didn’t know how long they stayed like that, but it was long enough for him to forget where they were and why, until he heard a crash from outside, followed by a stream of light pouring through the now-open door.

Eddie sat up, eyes wide in surprise, and Buck craned his neck to see the entire rest of the team standing in the doorway, staring at them.

“Why didn’t you guys radio to say you were there?” he asked. Eddie turned to look back at Buck, and it took everything in him not to pull him back down now he could see the kiss-swollen lips, glassy eyes and flushed cheeks, knowing he’d done that.

Chimney was grinning, gesturing to his radio. “You guys were kind of hogging the channel,” he said. 

Buck frowned and turned to look at his own radio. Sure enough, he was broadcasting. He must have hit the button when he fell back. His face heated up even more as he wondered how much they’d heard.

He pulled himself up to a seated position and switched the radio off, grumbling. 

“We thought you’d been injured at first, but… I guess not,” Bobby said. Buck fixed his gear, then helped Eddie to his feet. There was a moment, when their eyes met and Buck felt giddy, remembering those words. I think I’ve been falling in love with you.

Eddie smiled, almost shy, and Buck nodded, the smile on his face feeling like it might never leave. 

“We’d better go,” Hen said, interrupting their moment in a tone that Buck was sure meant they’d be discussing this later. 

The rest of their shift dragged. Teasing from the rest of the team, twenty minutes in Bobby’s office filling out HR forms, laying awake through the night in the bunk room because Eddie was right there in the next bunk over, just out of reach when Buck could be holding him close. 

He kept wishing for a call, just to stop him from saying screw it and doing something which would absolutely necessitate sitting through another round of HR bullshit.

Finally, their shift ended, and Buck followed Eddie to his truck, pressing him against the door and kissing him again. Eddie smiled against his mouth, then broke the kiss. 

“I gotta get home in time to bring Christopher to school. Meet me there?” Eddie asked. 

Buck nodded, kissing him once more, just because he could. He was barely inside his jeep before his phone was lighting up with a call from Maddie. He was surprised it had taken this long for Chimney to tell her, honestly, but maybe she had just been waiting for their shift to end so he couldn’t get away with inventing a call.

He turned towards Eddie’s, answering Maddie’s call on speaker and bracing himself for her to yell at him about being the last one to find out. 

He couldn’t even feel bad, not when he pulled into Eddie’s and let himself inside, not when he helped himself to a cup of coffee and waited for Eddie to get home from the school run, staring at the pictures of them on Eddie’s wall. He couldn’t feel bad, not when they’d greet each other at the door with a kiss when Eddie got home, then stumble back to Eddie’s room together, falling onto the bed to pick up where they’d left off in the storage facility, this time with light coming through the blinds so Buck could see every expression on Eddie’s face, every inch of his skin.

How could he be anything but the happiest he’d ever been?

[yourimagines]

Party part 6

* English is not my first language I apologise

* gif is not mine

* triggers: swearing, violence

Nate POV

“And now she doesn’t want to talk to me anymore.” She threw up her hands. “Like he started all of it.” “I know.” “They are trying to blame it on you.” As she pointed at me. “It’s fine babe.” “ No it’s not!” She drops down next to me on the sofa. “She’s throwing everything away what we had for a guy that isn’t even her type.” “Maybe your guys are not meant to be.” “20 years gone.” I wrapped a arm around her and pulled her close. “I’m sure it’s going to be alright.” As I kissed her on her head. “Sorry for distracting you for your fight.” “No is okay, your important too.”

- Fight Night -

Nick stopped by to pick us up and drove us to the stadium. He parked the car at a reserved spot. “You’re ready?” I asked her. “Yes I’m ready.” “Stay with Nick okay?” She nodded as Nick replied “Don’t worry, I’ve got her.” We got out of the car and started to walk inside. The camera’s where pointing at me, as the press starting to shout questions. I ignored them and followed someone from the organisation to my locker room. We all arrived and I closed the door. “You have 15 min to get ready, then the cameraman will be here.” Said my coach. As I starting to change my clothes.

Y/N POV

Nate was doing some stretching exercises. “Nick will take you to your seat, don’t leave your seat till he gets you.” He said. “And if something happens, like a fight breaks out, leave and go to the security guard okay?” “Yes, I will be fine, don’t worry about me.” “I’m just making sure my girl will have a good time.” He stopped and walked up to me. “I’ll make sure that you’re seeing a great fight.” I laughed. “Just do your thing Nate.” “I will.” Nick walked up on us. “It’s time.” We nodded and I gave Nate quickly a hug. “Let’s put up a show yeah.” “I will baby, enjoy.” As he pressed a kiss on my head. I stepped back and nodded at Nick. “See you in a bit.” Nick said to his brother As we walked out of the locker room. I stayed close to Nick as we entered. “Here’s your seat, enjoy yourself.” “Thanks.” I took a seat as Nick walked back to support his brother.

Nate won and the stadium went crazy. He was celebrating in the octagon as a fight broke out somewhere close to me. A girl gets pushed into me. “Whoa, you’re okay?” As I held her. “Yeah, thanks.” She picked up a bottle with water and threw it at the person who pushed her. “Bitch!“ she yells. I started to back off a little bit. Another girl jumped over a seat and starts swinging at her. “Y/N!” My brother is running up to me. “I didn’t know you where here?” “I didn’t know you where here either.” He grabbed my arm. “Let’s leave, they will hit us if we are to close.” “Great idea.” He pushes us through the crowd till we got in a hallway. “That was close.” He said laughing. “Are you alone here?” “No I’m with Lucas, are you?” I shook my head. “No I’m here with the guy I’m dating.” “Not really a good boyfriend if he’s leaving you alone in a fight.” “That’s not fair.” “Then where is he, I don’t see him.” As he sarcastically looked around. ��I don’t have time for this, I need to go back.” As I tried to walked pass him, but he grabs my arm. “Hell No you’re going back.” I tried to unfree myself from his grip. “Let go of me.” As I pushed him. “No, you’re not going back.” “Now you’re hurting my arm, let go of my arm.” I said while trying to get free. “Hey!” I looked around and Nick was walking very fast at us. “Let her go.” My brother starts to laugh. “What the hell.” He let’s my arm go as nick pushes him. “Dude what’s your problem.” “My problem?” As nick swings at him. Then Nate walks up and pushes me behind him. “Nate…That’s…” “We handle this baby.” My brother only defends himself. “Listen dude I’m not a creep.” Nick didn’t listen and hits him on his left eye. Then he almost falls into the ground. “Stop!” I run at my brother. Who was holding his eye. “He just hit me.” “Let me look.” He took his hand of and his eyebrow was cut open. “Y/N what are you doing?” Nick said angry. “You hit my stupid brother, that’s what’s going on.” Nick and Nate looked shockingly at the scene. “I’m sorry I didn’t know he was you’re brother.” “You didn’t gave me a chance.” My brother said whining. “I don’t think I’m gonna survive this.” I turned around and pushed him slightly against his arm. “Stop being a drama queen.” Everywhere was blood. His face, his hands on his clothes. “Please tell me that he isn’t your boyfriend because I don’t want to be beaten by him.” Nick starts to laugh. “No but my brother is.” Nick said while pointing at Nate. Before we know it my brother falls onto the ground. “Well at least he knows now.” As I leaned forward to check on him. “Hey, let’s get you fixed.” He grunted. “Let me call Lucas.” As I called his best friend to pick my brother.

[hansomeskz]

Devil Like Me Chapter 2

Han Jisung is the devil of the music industry, but he’s tired of being alone.

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NOTE: I am trying to decide which fic I want to post next!! I was going to post a fic I have inspired by Ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine but I also have one ready to go inspired by The 30th by Billie Eilish!! let me know which you would prefer :’)

Jisung and Minho are sat across from Chan and Changbin. Minho seems much more professional under the gaze of these two, sitting quietly with his arms folded across his chest. Chan turns to Jisung, raising an eyebrow.

“So… Why do you have a bodyguard, now?” Jisung shifts uncomfortably across from him.

“I don’t know, the label just suggested it a few days ago. I figured it couldn’t hurt.” The blond scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, shooting a look at his bodyguard when he raises his eyebrows at him. Minho gets the message, turning to stare out the window.

Changbin rubs his forehead in exasperation before narrowing his eyes at Jisung. The younger boy shivers under his intense gaze. “They hired you a babysitter,” he says, eyes flickering between the two.

“That’s not exactly it, I think-”

“You’re out of control and even our manager can’t get a handle on you. They hired you a babysitter.” Changbin looks angry, staring daggers through Jisung. The blond looks down, embarrassed, as Chan scolds Changbin quietly.

Jisung hears Minho draw in a breath next to him and shoots him a look, shaking his head softly. Minho frowns but offers a subtle nod, keeping quiet.

As the four climb out of the car, they’re met with screams and camera flashes. Each of the members shows off their most dazzling smile, waving to the fans around them. Jisung can’t help but notice the sneers he receives in return.

Minho leans in as they get inside, whispering to Jisung. “Do they really not know the real reason you’ve got a bodyguard?”

“We all try to steer clear of what the fans think. People can be really negative so we decided early on it’d be easier to just mind our business.”

“Don’t you think this stuff is their business, Jisung?” Minho looks worried again, placing a hand on the younger boy’s shoulder. Jisung scoffs and shoves his hand away.

“ That isn’t your business. Just stand behind me and look scary, alright?” The blond sends him the most scathing look he can manage, trying to ignore the pit in his stomach, and goes to find his stylist.

Luckily Minho keeps his mouth shut. He doesn’t mention it further to Jisung or mention it to Chan or Changbin. He just sits nearby and watches over him with worry clear on his face. The expression makes Jisung nauseous. The room seems to grow colder when their manager lets herself in. As Minho looks in her direction, Jisung watches in the mirror as the warm concern shifts to a cold, blank expression. A similar shift happens somewhere inside of the younger boy but he smiles at her regardless.

“Han! Chan! Changbin! How are my boys doing this evening?” She smiles brightly, clapping her hands together. Chan shoots back a bright smile.

“We’re fantastic. It’s always such a pleasure to see you!” He stands to greet her, hugging her tightly. Jisung keeps his mouth shut. She exchanges pleasantries with the other two before turning her full attention to the blond. “Can we talk outside for a minute?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” He pushes himself out of his chair. As Minho moves to do the same, she holds her hand up. “Ah, Minho, that won’t be necessary.”

He tilts his head in confusion but leans back again, crossing his arms over his chest. “Just call me if you need me, Jisung,” he says softly. Jisung nods before following her into the hall.

“We’d really love to see some more antics of yours tonight,” she starts, smiling brightly at him. “We were thinking maybe some technical issues during soundcheck could really set you off, or something like that.” She gestures vaguely, the smile never faltering for a second. Jisung feels uneasy.

“I don’t know… It would have to be pretty bad to set me off, wouldn’t it?”

“Heavens, no! Maybe something small with your in-ears or something would be good.” The look on her face briefly reminds him of one of the masks from the purge. His skin is crawling, now.

“Yeah, I guess I can make that happen. It’s just, the guys-”

“Look, Han. I know it can be hard to be the bad guy sometimes, but the other members will shine next to you, okay? You’re doing it for them.” Something about the warmth and sincerity in her voice sways him. He nods solemnly, shoving his hands into his pockets as he kicks lightly at the ground.

“You’re right. I’m doing it for them.”

“Great. And while we’re at it, I’d love to see some behind-the-scenes footage get leaked, as well.” She thinks for a moment before ruffling Jisung’s hair. “Your cut looks a little uneven,” she suggests, sending him back into the room before he gets the chance to respond.

His stomach is doing flips as he settles back into the chair. This is his least favourite part, he thinks. Jisung likes his stylist but he also knows there’s nothing he can do to avoid what’s coming.

Minho eyes him curiously through the mirror as Jisung tries to muster up the courage to say something. Once his stylist brushes a gentle hand through his hair, he forces out a scoff. “Maybe you should just leave it alone, don’t you think it already looks bad enough?”

His stylist looks back at him in utter shock, her eyes blowing wide as she stutters out an apology. “I’m so sorry, Han. Is there anything I can do to fix it up for you?”

“No- You’ve already done enough damage. Can’t you see that the sides are completely different lengths? You must be some sort of fucking idiot if you can’t see it.” His stomach twists as he watches the tears well up in her eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Han,” she repeats, hands shaking. “I can even it-”

“Don’t fucking touch it. Just go, I can’t even look at you anymore.” He waves his hand dismissively, not missing the looks of horror on Chan and Changbin’s faces as the stylist rushes out of the room.

Minho, though, eyes him with the same concern he usually wears. He sees right through this act.

Soundcheck is the event that really kicks off the news articles for the night. A small hum travels through the crowd, fans whispering about the earlier dressing room tantrum that is already plastered all over Twitter.

The looks of disgust only increase in volume and intensity when he spends upwards of twenty minutes screaming at their sound tech for a problem that doesn’t even exist. Minho stands off to the side of the stage, watching closely. He can’t avoid the worried gaze no matter how hard he tries.

Chan tries to pull him aside after the show’s wrapped up, but their manager is quick to swoop in. She pushes between them just as Chan opens his mouth to ask what the fuck is going on, a big smile on her face.

“Oh, my three fantastic boys,” She coos, looking between the two before peering around to try and find Changbin. He’s nowhere to be seen.

Chan holds a hand up to her, smiling politely. “I’m sorry to be rude, but we’re actually about to have a conversation.”

“Nonsense,” she tuts, squeezing his shoulder. “I should take you all out to celebrate!”

Before she gets the chance to get any further, Jisung cuts in.

“I’m really not feeling well, I think I’ll just get Minho to take me back to the dorm.” Minho puts a hand on his shoulder, nodding before adding “I think that’s a good idea.”

Jisung can see the flames burning in her eyes, knowing he’s just foiled one of her many brilliant plans to get people talking about him. He can only handle so much in a day, he thinks.

“That’s a shame,” she says through gritted teeth, turning back to Chan. “Just you and Changbin then, I suppose.” Chan squeezes Jisung’s arm gently. “Feel better, Han-ah.”

Minho whisks him away before he can say thank you.

Partway through the ride home Jisung feels like he’s suffocating, rolling the window in a desperate attempt to get air into his lungs. He’s thinking about what everyone must be saying about him online and what Chan and Changbin must think of him.

He doesn’t realize he’s crying until Minho gently brushes a stray tear off his cheek.

Jisung’s skin is on fire, his head is clouded by all of the responsibility that sits on his shoulders. Usually, he would shove Minho away, call him names and make him feel stupid for caring. Today, though, he throws himself into his arms, burying his face deep in the older man’s neck.

“Hey… What’s on your mind, Ji?” Minho rubs the back of Jisung’s head, scratching at his scalp gently. He doesn’t respond. Fingers curling impossibly tight into Minho’s shirt.

Minho doesn’t force a conversation, he doesn’t pry to see what’s bothering Jisung. Instead, he rubs his back, keeping him close. When they pull up in front of the dorms, he wipes Jisung’s cheeks and pulls his hood up to shield his face from the paparazzi they can see waiting by the doors.

He slips out of the door ahead of Jisung, standing between him and the cameras the whole walk into the building.

Jisung is shaking like a leaf, head spinning. He stands outside the door to his dorm but makes no move to step inside, hiccuping softly as tears overtake him again. Minho shifts uncomfortably beside him before curling an arm around the younger boy’s shoulders.

“Do you want to come back to mine? I was thinking about starting a new drama tonight…” Jisung nods, rubbing his eyes. “I should change first, I think,” he croaks. Minho pats his shoulder gently. “I’ll leave my door unlocked. Just come when you’re ready, okay?”

“Okay. Thank you.” Jisung opens the door, stepping inside. He feels the tension leave his shoulders when he realizes he won't have to spend the rest of his night completely alone. After he changes, he grabs a bottle of wine and some snacks from the kitchen and heads to Minho’s.

When Jisung lets himself in, he finds Minho already changed and settled in, a grey cat curled up in his lap. The younger boy approaches slowly to avoid spooking the cat and sits on the opposite end of the couch. Minho glances over, smiling softly.

“You didn’t have to bring anything, you know,” he says quietly, leaning back. The cat crawls out of Minho’s lap, stretching before cautiously approaching Jisung. The blond shrugs lightly, slowly putting his hand out. “What’s their name?”

“That’s Dori, he’s one of three.”

Dori sniffs Jisung’s hand before nudging his head against it. Jisung smiles and scratches behind his ear gently. The cat settles himself into Jisung’s lap, curling up.

“Dori’s a good judge of character,” he muses, raising an eyebrow at Jisung. The younger boy averts his gaze, stroking Dori’s back gently.

Minho reaches over, snatching one of the bags of gummies Jisung brought along. “Oh- wine! Let me get us a couple of glasses.” Minho scurries to his kitchen, returning quickly with two glasses in hand.

“I hope you like white, it’s all I had.”

“It looks expensive. Besides, does anybody really enjoy wine?” Minho sits close to Jisung, which he’s grateful for. He hums in acknowledgement, watching the older boy pour their drinks.  Once they’ve both gotten comfortable, they bicker about which drama to watch. Minho wants to watch some cheesy romantic show, but Jisung wants a mystery. “Let’s meet in the middle,” Minho says. “We can watch a horror one instead.”

“Now, forgive me for my ignorance, Minho. How is that ‘the middle’?” Jisung asks incredulously. The brunet just shrugs, eyes crinkling when he smiles at him. “It’s a compromise, no?”

“No, not really.” Jisung is laughing at the ridiculousness of everything. Minho seems happy to hear it, shrugging before putting on a show neither of them has seen before.

Their night is filled with laughter and banter. For the first time in a long time, Jisung feels happy. A few glasses of wine later he turns to Minho, watching him like the older tends to do to him.

Minho really is gorgeous, he thinks. Things he’s never noticed become incredibly obvious to him, like the way the older boy’s lips twitch when he finds something funny, or the way his eyes crinkle when he laughs.

When Minho inevitably catches him staring, he does nothing but quirk an eyebrow. Jisung looks at his lap, embarrassed. “What are you looking at?” Minho asks, his eyes sparkling playfully. The younger boy shrugs, looking back at the TV. “Nothing,” he says quietly, pausing for a moment.

Minho opens his mouth to make another jab, but Jisung is quick to interrupt him. “Thanks for letting me come over tonight. I should get going”

“You can stay if you don’t want to be alone, Ji.”

“I’m beat. We can do it again soon, though,” he promises, smiling softly at Minho. The brunet pauses the episode, nodding softly. “Okay, Jisung. Call me if you need anything. I’m just a few steps away,” he smiles warmly, squeezing the younger boy’s arm gently.

Jisung’s skin is on fire, so he pushes himself out of his seat. They say their goodbyes, and he returns to his dorm. Changbin and Chan are still out and he thanks the universe for that, slowly padding down the hall to his room.

As he drifts off to sleep that night, he thinks of Minho.

The routine that Jisung and Minho fall into makes him happy, he thinks. What he finds is that with Minho by his side, his manager gets fewer chances to suggest different ways to get Jisung in the news. He’s grateful for the slight peace, though he knows enough to still act on his own sometimes.

Tonight Minho trails him through a club, he’s spent the evening making sure he’s photographed getting cozy with different women, a drink always in his hand. He notices Minho shifting uncomfortably, arms crossed over his chest to look a little tougher.

Jisung finds himself watching Minho, standing a few feet away, eyes flitting around the room for potential threats. He wonders what’s going on in the older man’s mind, his brain barely registering the feeling of lips against his neck. The pretty girl pressed flush against him, hands wandering farther than they should in public, is doing nothing but distracting him from exploring the mystery that is his bodyguard.

The younger boy pushes her away gently, ignoring her protests as he approaches Minho. The brunet smiles warmly at him, ducking his head a little so Jisung can speak directly into his ear. “Can we go home?” He asks, hand gripping Minho’s arm tightly. “It’s too loud in here. Maybe we can go back to yours and finish that drama?”

Minho simply nods, sliding a hand down to the small of Jisung’s back to guide him out as he calls their driver. They stand outside in comfortable silence, Minho never letting go of the blond. Jisung leans against his side a little, the alcohol making his face hot and his veins buzz.

It’s a short trip home and they quickly find themselves sitting with their thighs pressed together, Minho chugging some wine to try and catch up to Jisung. They find themselves curled close through the passing episodes of the show, giggling over the serious scenes and making fun of the especially cheesy lines.

Jisung ends up with his head in Minho’s lap, looking up to admire his face instead of watching the show.

As per usual, MInho catches him staring. “What’s on your mind, Ji?”

“Can I tell you a secret, Min? I really… You can’t tell anyone else.” Jisung’s stomach twists, a feeling he hasn’t had in a few days. He wishes it had stayed away.

“Of course. What’s up?” Minho smiles warmly, reaching down to stroke the blond’s cheek with his thumb. Jisung takes a deep breath, closing his eyes to avoid seeing the brunet’s face. “The label… they make me act different when I’m in public. They want me to be terrible, they say it makes the others look better, and that it makes us more famous…”

Minho scratches Jisung’s scalp gently, frowning. “Oh, Jisung… why do you let them do that to you?”

“I didn’t want to, it just… they promised it’d be good for Chan and Changbin.” He opens his eyes, tears pooling in them. “I thought maybe it’d be so good for them, and it has been, but now I’m alone and it’s really scary, Minho.”

“You shouldn’t let the label change you for publicity. You’re such a good person, Jisung, I think-”

“I’m not good, Minho. I’m awful.” Jisung can’t hide the tremble of his lower lip as Minho pulls him up, scooping him into a tight hug. “You’re good, Jisung. You’re sweet, and caring, and you put everyone before yourself. I think it’s time you take care of yourself, here. Stop letting them walk all over you,” Minho says into the blond’s hair, grip only tightening when the younger boy starts to shake. Jisung feels like his heart is in his stomach, guilt eating away at him. He's tricked the brunet into thinking he's good and manipulated him into liking him. He thinks about how Minho deserves better/

He holds Jisung for what feels like hours while he cries. Wave after wave of nausea and hurt wash over him as Jisung details everything the label forces him into. He confesses to isolating himself to try and protect the people he loves. Minho doesn’t budge, promising Jisung he is worth so much more than the hand he’s been dealt. Deep down, Jisung believes him.

Instead of sending him home that night, Minho takes Jisung to bed. They curl up together under the covers, whispering secrets and promises to stay together to each other until Jisung finally tires himself out, face pressed into the older boy’s shoulder. Minho’s sweater is damp with tears, but he doesn’t seem to mind. The only thing on his mind is how he can make this right.

From that night forward, Minho is ever-present. He never leaves Jisung’s side for a second in public, especially not with Jisung’s manager near.

They’re at a party for some release from an artist Jisung has never heard of on their label, stationed in the corner. The younger boy’s manager is angrily eyeing Minho as he stands one step behind Jisung, staring her down. Jisung seems oblivious to it all, sipping his drink as he excitedly talks about the new album they’re about to put out.

“Speaking of the new album,” the manager starts, looking at Jisung. “I think it might be good if you do some… extra promotions for it, Han.”

“Ah, yeah… I can do that.” His shoulders slump, heart sinking. He’d actually been having a nice time, he thinks, but of course  it has to be this way. Jisung curls his hands a little tighter around his glass, catching a glimpse of Chan and Changbin across the room, smiling and joking with each other. He just has to remember who it’s for, and then it all gets a little easier.

He steps further into the room, Minho only a step behind at all times. “You don’t have to do this,” he whispers. Jisung shrugs lightly, smiling sadly at the older boy. “This is my job. It’s just another part of my day, don’t worry too much about it.” He briefly remembers the pure concern he’d seen on Minho’s face the day he spilt his heart out, but he can’t worry about that now.

Jisung approaches the bar, smacking down both hands on the cool surface as he leans on it. He orders a whisky sour, taking a sip when the bartender slides it across the bar to him. He pulls a face despite the perfectly fine taste, scoffing at the woman staring back at him. “Do you even know how to do your job? This tastes like shit, make me another one,” he spits, dropping the glass onto the floor next to him.

She stares back at him, wide-eyed as the shards scatter around them, but obliges. The crowd around them quiets, turning to watch the spectacle that is Han Jisung. He takes a sip of the new drink, rolling his eyes. “Are you actually just fucking stupid, or are you pretending to make me look bad?”

“Jisung,” Minho warns him, putting a hand on his shoulder. Jisung spins to face him, flames burning in his eyes. “Seriously, have you ever learned to mind your business?”

“This is my business,” he says calmly, cocking his head to the side. Jisung’s stomach is in knots, but his anger only grows when he thinks about how he’s treating Minho. He’s mad at the company, mad at himself. “Go home, Minho.”

“But-“

“No. Go home. I don’t need you here.” Jisung is spitting the words at the older man. His chest aches when Minho nods softly. “Okay, call me if you need me to come back.” He curls his fingers around Jisung’s wrist. “I’ll be here faster than you could ever imagine.”

Jisung watches in defeat as Minho walks away. He has no idea how the brunet can still offer him so much kindness and understanding when Jisung speaks to him the way he does. He finishes the drink in his hand.

The night passes in a blur of bad decisions and bad publicity. His manager stays by his side in Minho’s absence, pressing expensive wine into his hand any time he finds his glass empty. She encourages the touching and the kissing and the yelling that Jisung partakes in. Chan and Changbin eye him warily from their corner of the room.

“I think you’ve had enough, Han,” she whispers to him once he starts to get particularly messy. It strikes a nerve, Jisung nearly losing his footing when he spins to face her. “No,” he slurs. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He can hear his voice increasing in volume, but he can’t do anything to stop it.

As all the eyes in the room turn to him, he thinks about how much he misses Minho.

“This is what you all wanted,” He’s yelling now, eyes brimming with tears. He wishes he wasn’t so drunk. “You want a show, don’t you? Well, here’s your fucking show!” Jisung throws his wine glass to the floor and watches as the lights glimmer off the shards. “Go ahead and tell all your friends you saw a famous Han Jisung tantrum. I hope it was fucking worth it.”

He hurries out of the party, his manager yelling angrily after him. He’s on a mission to get to the light at the end of the tunnel, Minho.

Once he’s in the back of the car the pooling tears start to spill over. Jisung feels out of control, his skin is on fire and the world around him is spinning. He doesn’t know what else to do but cry.

The ride to the dorms is long and exhausting, but he can’t head home just yet. He finds him outside Minho’s door, tears streaming down his face as he knocks.

Minho opens the door quickly, face softening when he takes in the scene in front of him. “Oh, Jisung…”

“I don’t want to do this anymore, Minho,” he cries, crumpling against the older boy. Minho coos and strokes the blond’s hair, unable to even get him to budge from that spot. He eases them both to the ground, keeping Jisung as close as he can.

“I can’t keep being this person, it’s so awful. Everyone hates me,” Jisung’s fingers curl into Minho’s shirt as he looks up at him. “I miss my mom, Min.”

Minho’s heart breaks. “I think you should tell them you don’t want to do it anymore.”

“I can’t Minho! Chan and Changbin need me to do this,” he wails. Minho can’t help but notice those very two people walking down the hall. They’re both staring, but Jisung can’t see past the tears or the wine haze. Minho shushes him quietly, carefully tugging him up. “Go inside, Ji. I’ll be right there, okay?”

Minho is panicking, watching Chan quickly approach them. Jisung nods ever so slightly, pushing past Minho just in time to avoid the interrogation he was about to receive. Instead, it’s Minho who stands face-to-face with Chan.

“What’s going on with Han?” He asks, crossing his arms. Minho’s quick on his feet, so he shrugs, shoving his hands into the pockets of his joggers. “I honestly don’t know.”

“You guys have gotten so close, that doesn’t just… happen.”

“We spend a lot of time together, Chan. I’m contractually obligated to go everywhere he goes. It’s only natural we got kind of close.” Chan doesn’t seem convinced but just sighs, peeking behind him into the dorm in hopes of spotting Jisung. “Is he okay?”

“I don’t know. He seems like he’s really having a hard time lately…” Minho doesn’t need to look behind him, he can hear Jisung throwing up in his bathroom. “I should go,” he says quietly. Chan frowns but nods, returning to Changbin.

Minho closes the door, rushing to help Jisung. He finds the younger boy hunched over the toilet, still crying. Minho kneels beside him and pushes his hair off his face.

Jisung stays there for a while, so drunk he can’t even think. He just leans against Minho crying harder than he ever has.

Minho is patient, just holds him close and whispers words of comfort. He can’t quite hear what those words are, but he’s grateful to have the older boy there with him.

After a while, once Jisung’s stomach has seemingly settled, he takes the blond to bed. They curl close together, Jisung pushing his face into Minho’s neck. When they wake up the next morning, Minho doesn’t mention anything about what happened.

The next time Jisung sees Minho, it’s right before a meeting with his manager. Minho has both his hands pressed flat on her desk, and he’s not sure he’s ever seen the older boy look so angry.

When Jisung steps into the room, both of them whip their heads around to look at him. Minho pushes himself off the desk, throwing his company ID down on the desk. He looks back at her, fire burning in his eyes. “This isn’t over, this isn’t the last you’ve seen of me, do you understand?”

Jisung watches, horrified, as his manager snatches the ID off the desk, smirking up at Minho. “I think it is. Good luck out there, Lee Minho.”

As Minho starts to leave the room, Jisung speaks up. “What’s going on here?”

“I’m sorry, Jisung,” is all the brunet says, shooting him a sad smile before heading out. Jisung’s panicking now, turning to his manager. “What did you do? Why was he giving you his company ID?”

“Another bodyguard is on their way to the dorms to take Minho’s position.” His manager smiles warmly at him, but it does nothing to stop his blood from turning cold. “What do you mean?”

“Minho is no longer with the company, Han. I’m sorry.” She tries to sound sympathetic, but Jisung can hear the triumph in her voice. “What did you do ? I don’t want another bodyguard, I want Minho. Bring him back!” He’s yelling now, the air escaping his lungs faster than he can take it in.

“I’m sorry, Han. His views no longer aligned with the goal of our company. We’ll find you somebody else just as good, I promise. Please, have a seat.”

Han sits across from her but he doesn’t pay much attention to the things she’s saying. He feels empty. Minho was the only good thing he had and he’s been pried from his hands without an explanation. He looks up at her suddenly, blinking hard.

“Why did you fire Minho?” He asks desperately, frowning. She sighs. Leaning back in her chair as she pinched the bridge of her nose. “That isn’t something for you to worry about, Han. You just make the music and the headlines, and I handle everything else. That’s how this works. If you won’t be able to focus today, we’ll have this meeting later. Go home and get some rest.”

She places a hand over his on the desk in an attempt to be comforting. Jisung is quick to rip his hand away, getting up.

“I want Minho back.”

“He won’t be coming back, Han. Look- go home. We’ll discuss this later, okay? It’s for the best.” She stands, taking a step towards him. Before she gets the chance to approach him any further he turns and leaves. He just wants as much distance between the two of them as he can manage, his mind flooded with thoughts of his best friend.

How could she say that’s what’s best for him? He calls Minho countless times on his way home, but he’s sent to voicemail each time. When he arrives at the dorms he goes to let himself into the older boy’s, only to find the door open but the dorm void of all of Minho’s things.

Jisung’s heart is pounding against his rib cage now, he stumbles down the hall into his own living room. Changbin and Chan are on the couch together, whispering to each other. They fall quiet when they see Jisung, Chan jumping up at the look on his face. “Are you okay, Han?” He asks, rushing towards him. Jisung shakes his head, burying his face in his hands.

“They fired Minho, Chan. He’s gone,” he says, throat closing around the words. It feels like he barely even gets them out. Chan’s eyes widen, Changbin’s jaw dropping from his spot on the couch. “They fired him? For what?”

“I don’t know, they wouldn’t tell me.” Jisung’s eyes are brimming with tears as he looks up at Chan. “They fired him and he’s already gone. He won’t answer his phone, I don’t…”

Chan grabs Jisung by the shoulders. “I’m going to figure this out, Jisung. I promise.” The blond nods slightly, sniffling. The older boy’s arm slides around his shoulders. “Sit with us, I'll get to work on this first thing in the morning, okay?”

Jisung does sit, squished in between his two other members on the smallest sofa he’s ever sat on. They both eye him worriedly, and it does nothing but remind him of Minho. After a taste of having somebody who he could feel close to, the loneliness Jisung feels is colder and more bitter than ever.