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permanentswaps · 2 months

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Nonno’s Globetrotting Adventure

Part One

I sat in my modest apartment, the weight of my years heavy upon my frail shoulders. My once-strong body now betrayed me, confined to a wheelchair as age and illness took their toll. But despite my body, I still felt young at heart. And, more importantly, I had a burning desire to experience the world beyond the confines of my small Italian town before my time was up.

One day, my grandson Nico came to visit. Although it feels weird to say about my grandson, Nico is a very attractive young man.

He’s currently working as a waiter while pursing his dream of getting signed by a modeling agency in Milan. While Nico certainly has the looks to get signed, he seems to lack the discipline and patience needed to succeed. Every time he comes close, he finds a way to sabotage his chances – oversleeping for a final callback, not bothering to dress nice enough, always something.

Seeing that Nico was struggling, I had an idea for how to help us both get what we wanted.

“Wait, so let me get this straight,” Nico said. “You want to use my body to travel the world, while I stay here in yours?”

“Exactly,” I replied. “I know it sounds strange, but think about it. You’re young and full of energy, it’s really the only way I could see some sights before I pass.”

“But how would it even work?” he said.

“I have these enchanted necklaces. If we both wear them at the same time, we’ll swap bodies. And then, when the summer is over, we can switch back by both removing the necklaces,” I explained.

“Wow, that’s… That’s a lot to take in, Nonno,” he said.

“I know it’s unconventional, but I would be willing to pay you double what you would make from waiting tables over the summer. That way, you would have a cushion to focus full time on landing a modeling gig when you get back. And I’d be sure to take a bunch of pictures for you while I’m away to help build up your portfolio.”

“I don’t know, that’s a great offer, but I’m still not sure.”

“Well, let’s try now and see how you feel,” I said, quickly clasping the necklace around his neck before he could say anything.

Then I threw on my own. I felt my soul rush out of me and slam into my grandson. Standing up tall and taking a deep breath, I felt my strong muscles. Then I looked down at my hands and saw thick veins. Damn, I hadn’t felt this good in years.

Sensing some reticence from Nico, I quickly said “Oh! Thank you so much Nico, it really means the world to me.” Hoping to guilt trip him before he could say anything.

Clearly still worried, he tried to play it off and said, “Alright Nonno, you’re welcome.”

Taking in this body, I snapped this photo on the way to my new home:

Part Two

The first stop on my world tour was New York City. Since I was a little boy, I had always dreamed of visiting America, but I had never gotten the chance.

As I stepped out of the metro and up to ground level, I couldn’t help but stare at the skyscrapers touring over me. Walking down the street, I could tell that guys and girls were checking me out, which was a new feeling. Sure, I was attractive when I was younger, thats part of where Nico gets it from. But even then, I’d never really gotten these types of looks back in the day, especially not from such hot guys … I think I like it.

At the youth hostel, I met a bunch of really cool guys – we hung out in a crew and went to do all the iconic landmarks like Times Square, Central Park, and the Statue of Liberty.

Walking through Midtown one of the guys, Adi, shouted to me, “Hey Sal, check this out!” as we turned a corner, revealing a perfect view of the Empire State Building. I couldn’t help but marvel at the sight, feeling a sense of awe wash over me.

Adi slapped me on the back, grinning widely. "Pretty awesome, huh?"

I nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, it's incredible. I never thought I'd get to see it in person."

We bar-hopped around the city together, sharing stories and laughter late into the night. At one point, we stumbled upon a street performer playing the guitar, his soulful melodies filling the air with a sense of nostalgia. Adi nudged me with his elbow, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Sal, you ever played an instrument?"

I shook my head. "No, never had the chance."

Adi grinned. "Well, there's no time like the present. Grab that guitar and let's see what you've got!"

With a mixture of nervousness and excitement, I hesitantly approached the street performer, who handed me his guitar with a friendly smile. As I strummed the strings and attempted to mimic the chords he had been playing, I felt a sense of exhilaration wash over me. Despite my lack of experience, the music flowed through me, filling me with a sense of joy and freedom I had never known before.

The guys cheered me on, clapping and cheering as I played. In that moment, I felt alive in a way I hadn't in years. It was a feeling I never wanted to end.

I made sure to snap some more selfies of myself, and get my new bros to take some shots for my modeling portfolio too:

After bidding farewell to the bustling streets of New York, I traveled westward. From the majestic mountains of the Rockies to the tranquil plains of the Midwest, each destination had its own unique charm.

But it was in California, with its sun-kissed beaches and sprawling landscapes, that I truly felt at home. As I walked for what seemed like endless miles along the rugged coastline, the salty breeze tousling my hair and the warmth of the sun on my skin, I couldn't help but marvel at the beauty that surrounded me.

With each step, I felt the strength and vitality of Nico's body coursing through me. I would’ve never been able to do this trip in my own body. Gone were the aches and pains of old age, replaced by a sense of boundless energy. I couldn't shake the feeling that this was somehow meant to be, me in Nico's youthful body.

Part Three

After about a month of traveling, I found myself in India. While I hadn’t really though about traveling there before, so many people had recommended it to me as my next stop. So I decided, why not check it out.

Arriving in Mumbai, I checked into my hostel and made a conscious decision to introduce myself as Nico, not Salvatore, this time. While my fellow travelers were none the wiser, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement every time someone addressed me by my new name. It made feel even more at home in this body than I had in California.

Among the eclectic group at the hostel, one stood out to me – Emilio. Another Italian adventurer like myself, Emilio had a warm smile and an easy charm that immediately put me at ease. With his curly hair and striking green eyes, Emilio was undeniably handsome, and I found myself drawn to him in a way I hadn't expected. We spent our days exploring the bustling streets of Mumbai, immersing ourselves in the sights, sounds, and flavors of the city, and going to some nearby hotsprings.

One fateful night, after returning from a night out on the town, Emilio found himself locked out of his bunk. Immediately, I offered him a spot in my private room, and to my delight, he accepted without hesitation.

Since it was so hot in Mumbai, we decided to strip down to just our underwear. As we lay sharing my small bed, I feel his hand trace up my inner thigh. My breathing getting heavier, Emilio decides to increase the pressure of his strokes. In reponse, I reach over to his thigh and work my way up to his cock, which I can feel is massive. That was all the sign he needed.

Emilio gets up and splits my legs, now rubbing both of them and playing with my waistband. As he does that, he also leans over and begins sucking my nipples. While this wouldn’t have done anything for my old body, Nico’s nipples are sensitive as hell.

“Fuckkkk” I said in a low grunting whisper.

As he switched over from one nipple to the other, Emilio then reached into my trunks and began jerking my uncut dick. Eventually, he flips me over and pulls down my underwear before taking off his own. I can feel his cock now teasing between my ass cheeks. The anticipation is agonizing as I wait for him to put it in.

He reaches underneath me and pulls up my chest so that I am on my hands and knees. Nibbling on my ear he whispers “you’re the fucking sexiest guy i’ve ever seen,” as he shoves his 25cm cock inside me.

Thrusting in and out of me, he uses the hand that he has across my waist to play with my nipples again, which drives me crazy. Before long, I feel pressure growing, and without him even touching my cock, I feel myself shoot my load across the bed.

Smirking at me as I turn my head around, Emilio takes his fingers, runs it through my seed, before then showing those same fingers into his mouth. He then lifts up his arm, flexes his biceps for me, which makes me tigthen my hole. The tighthness is too much for him and he shoots his entire load inside me. We collapse onto the bed, his cock still inside, where it stays for the rest of the night.

From that night on, Emilio and I became inseparable. We decided to travel together for the rest of our journey, visiting South Africa, Kenya, and Egypt before finally finding ourselves in Greece at the end of the summer.

The beaches of Greece were a paradise. We spent our days basking in the warm Mediterranean sun, swimming in the azure sea, and indulging in leisurely walks along the shore. In the evenings, we treated ourselves to sumptuous dinners at quaint seaside tavernas, savoring the flavors of Greek cuisine and the company of each other.

One night towards the end of our time in Greece, over a sunset dinner, Emilio turned to me with a serious expression.

“These past few weeks have been beyond anything I could have imagined,” Emilio began, his voice soft but filled with emotion. “I've had the time of my life, Nico, and I don't want it to end when we return to Italy.”

His words echoed the sentiments that had been swirling in my own mind, and I felt a rush of anticipation at what he might say next. Meeting his gaze, I couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for this man who had become so dear to me.

"Me neither," I replied, my heart pounding in my chest as I gazed longingly into his eyes.

With a determined look, Emilio took a deep breath before continuing, "Will you be my boyfriend?"

The question hung in the air between us, charged with the weight of all that we had shared and all that was yet to come. And in that moment, I knew with absolute certainty what my answer would be.

“Yes, of course,” I replied, a smile spreading across my face as I reached out to take his hand in mine. “I've been waiting for you to ask since the night we met in India.”

He looked at me, his eyes glistening, before pulling me in for a deep, passionate kiss.

Part Four

Eventually, Emilio and I made our way back to Italy. We'd been back about a week, and I was eager to share my adventures and introduce Emilio to the rest of my family, which I planned to do at dinner tonight. However, there was a significant problem: none of them knew about the body swap. I hadn’t spoken to the real Nico since I'd left three months ago, but I'd see him tonight. I knew what I was going to do, but I didn’t know how it would go over.

Walking hand in hand, we approached the familiar doorstep of my family's house. I could feel Emilio’s nerves radiating, but I squeezed his hand reassuringly, confident that my family would adore him as much as I did. Stepping into the warm embrace of my family, I proudly introduced Emilio to each and every one of them.

My mother’s (formerly my daughter) eyes lit up with delight as she embraced Emilio warmly. "Oh, it's so wonderful to finally meet you, Emilio! Nico has spoken so highly of you."

Emilio returned her embrace, a smile playing on his lips. "Grazie, signora. It's truly an honor to meet you all."

My father clapped Emilio on the back, a jovial twinkle in his eye. "Welcome to the family, Emilio! Nico here has been a bit of a handful lately, but it seems like you've got him under control."

We all shared a laugh at my father's jest, and Emilio's cheeks flushed with warmth. "I'm doing my best, signore," he replied, earning a nod of approval from my father.

As we sat around the dinner table, sharing stories of our travels and adventures, Emilio chimed in with anecdotes of his own, effortlessly weaving himself into the fabric of our family dynamic. With each passing moment, I could see my family growing fonder of him.

As we sat around the dinner table, I asked, "Hey, where’s Nonno?"

My mother's expression softened with concern as she replied, "He's in bed, nico. He's been resting a lot lately."

A pang of guilt tugged at my heart as I excused myself from the table, my footsteps heavy with apprehension as I made my way upstairs. "Nonno," I said softly, approaching his bedside with a mixture of sorrow and determination. "I need to talk to you."

"I am so relieved you’re back," he replied weakly, his voice raspy with exhaustion, "but, why did you call me that?"

Taking a deep breath, I summoned the courage to tell him. "I... I met a guy," I began, my words faltering slightly as I struggled to find the right way to express myself. "I've never felt such a deep connection before, and I need to see where it leads."

His brow furrowed in confusion. "But... what about our agreement?" he asked, his voice tinged with disappointment.

"I know, Nonno, and I'm sorry," I replied, my heart heavy with guilt. "But I can't ignore how I feel. I hope you understand."

Anger flared in his eyes. "You can’t do this to me," he said, his voice trembling with emotion. "It's not fair."

With a sudden surge of frustration, Nico ripped off his necklace, the enchanted chain clattering to the floor with a finality that echoed through the room. "I want to swap back right now," he demanded, his gaze locking onto the necklace that now hung around my neck.

I leaned in towards my old body, my guilt giving way to slight confidence as I made my declaration. "I understand it's hard to accept, Nonno, but this is my life now," I asserted, my tone laced with a sense of superiority.

With a swift motion, he reached for the necklace around my neck, his fingers trembling with desperation. But as he tore it away, his expression twisted with shock as he realized that nothing happened.

I looked at him with a face of pity. “It’s not going to work,” I said.

"I melted down the necklace and had it made it into a bunch of different pieces of jewelry while I was in India," I confessed.

His eyes widened in disbelief, his feeble grasp on the situation slipping away with each passing moment. "You... you did what?" he stammered, his voice tinged with incredulity.

"I wanted an insurance policy so that I could ensure nothing would stop me from pursuing Emilio," I continued, my resolve unwavering.

"I knew you probably wouldn’t think to take off the necklace until I cam back. So I took the opportunity to melt mine down into jewelry that I can wear all the time and nobody can just accidentally take off or force me to take off – earrings, bracelets … cock piercing. Emilio thought they were so hot."

"You couldn't get them off me even if you were in the best shape of your life – and well, now I am in the best shape of your life and you’re in the worst shape of mine," I added with a touch of irony.

"I’m sorry, but this is my life now," I concluded, my voice firm. "I hope you can understand."

With that, I turned and walked back downstairs to rejoin my family and my beautiful boyfriend, leaving behind a bewildered Nico in my former body, grappling with the weight of my decisions.

Epilogue:

A week later, I get a call from my mom early in the morning while I am still in bed. Nonno passed away in his sleep. I feel a pang of sorrow mixed with relief, this body was officially mine forever.

I roll back over to see Emilio sleeping peacefully beside me. Leaning over, I gently kiss him on the lips, waking him from his slumber. He stirs and without opening his sleepy eyes, a soft smile graces his lips and he pulls me down into a big hug. In that moment, as I feel his skin on mine, I know with absolute certainty that this is exactly where I belong.

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bagopucks · 3 months

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T. Zegras - Can He Sing?

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Trevor Zegras x Fem!reader

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“We’re ready when you are.”

“I’m good. Trev?”

“Uh yeah… I think so.”

“You’ll be fine.”

“Filming.”

“Hello! I’m Macy Grey and today we’re here with the singer-songwriter who brought you the famous album Silly Love Songs. And her lover Trevor Zegras from the Anaheim Ducks. On behalf of myself and the studio I want to thank you both for coming out today.”

“Of course! I love getting in touch with interviewers. Especially from locally known studios.”

“When I was informed you were in town for the All Stars, I wasn’t sure if you’d have the time, but I’m so happy you were able to fit us into your schedule.”

“Absolutely. I should be thanking you for letting Trevor come though. I know your forte isn’t exactly hockey players.”

Large studio interviews were a waste of time. It was something I always resented, and something that even morally never agreed with me. Large studios only wanted to get news first to make the most money. Smaller places offered a more personal environment and a more comfortable atmosphere. It was the only reason why I had invited Trevor along. I didn’t want him involved too much in the social half of my career, mostly because the industry and jealous fans could be cruel to artists’ lovers. But I reasoned with myself that one interview wouldn’t hurt. Especially with someone like Macy Grey. She was always so kind and open to friends, family, or significant others of musicians.

“To kick us off, I’d love to talk more on the exact reason why you’re in town. Everyone is aware of your successes, but let’s fill the crowd in on Trevor’s.”

“Where to start?” I glanced at Trevor, who let out that awkward wheezy laugh. He was uncharacteristically quiet, but this was a new thing for him. Usually hockey interviews happened when there were loads of other people around. These interviews were far more private. “He was voted in as one of the players this year to play in the All Stars, and he’s competing in a few skills competitions as well. He won a gold medal with Team USA one year before the NHL, he attended Boston University before being drafted.. what else?” I hoped to get him to join in, but Trevor looked fairly comfortable letting me do all the talking. I could fix that though.

“Trevor was voted most likely to cry in a haunted house this year for team superlatives.” I smirked as soon as I heard him gasp.

“Yeah, that’s enough of that,” Trevor cut in. “I’m not a baby, write that down.” He pointed toward Macy, as if the woman had some sort of notepad in her hands. “I’m just jumpy. It’s normal.” His blue eyes shifted toward me with a playful glare, Macy laughed softly at the exchange.

“Well, Trevor. It seems like you’re a pretty successful person yourself. Would you mind me asking how you two met?”

“Oh I love this story.”

“Me too,” Trevor chimed in, crossing his legs one over the other, and leaning forward like a kid during story time.

“So, I was in New York for a performance in MSG, and the Ducks were in town too for a game” I smiled, leaning back in my chair and trying to get comfortable. “My best friend had joined me for the eastern leg of the tour at the time, so we decided to go out for drinks downtown. My favorite bar in the city is 230 Fifth Rooftop Bar. So my best friend, Shelby and I, we just got two glasses of champagne and settled at a high table to watch the sunset. We’re minding our own business.. for the most part, but there’s this group of guys that are just carrying on. They’re loud and obnoxious and they look like your stereotypical frat guys. At one point Shelby had enough, and she got up to go yell at them.” I peeked at Trevor, his smile growing wider. He knew very well that this was the part where he came in. “So Shelby’s yelling at that group of guys, and I finally got up to go wrangle her. And just as I’m approaching.. I kinda stopped and asked myself if it was a good idea. Shelby doesn’t like to be told to stop much. Then I hear this voice right next to me. Scared the shit out of me. And the voice goes, “She yours?” I laughed softly, as did Macy.

“I apologized profusely for her behavior, and-“

“But I told her I wasn’t the one getting yelled at. So it didn’t bother me.” Trevor cut in with a toothy grin. “Then I bought her another glass of champagne and the rest is history.”

“Don’t forget about the part where you booked your hotel room for an extra night to see me perform.” I teased, “And bribed security into getting backstage to see me and ask for my number.”

“Those details don’t make me sound as cool though,” Trevor whined.

“That’s a really sweet story.” Macy chimed in.

“Thank you.”

“So he asked for your number, but who asked who out?”

“To simplify a long story, Trevor was beating around the bush too much for a little while, so one night be brought me flowers before an away game and I told him when he got back, we were going to go on our first date as an official couple.” Macy and I laughed in unison.

“And were there any arguments to that demand?”

“Not from me, no.” Trevor giggled. “I was more than happy to put a label on it.”

“And how long have you been together?”

“Two years. Three at the end of All Star Week.”

“How adorable! You guys must be a strong couple then.”

“Oh one hundred percent.” Trevor smiled as he spoke.

“Now, the question on everyone’s minds is.. can he sing?”

“Yes!”

“Absolutely not.” I corrected Trevor ruthlessly. “He thinks he can.. but he can’t.” I chuckled, glancing at the sandy blonde to see his look of pure betrayal.

“Does that mean we won’t be hearing any duets?”

“I wouldn’t say that,” I answered slyly, earning a surprised look from Macy. “Trev is featured on the album.. speaking. His features are mostly just backtracks.”

“I know this may be asking a lot but- is there any chance we could get a sneak peek at that?”

“For you Macy? I would love to.” I watched the girl’s eyes light up. I pulled my phone from my pocket and opened my files, scrolling through for a moment before I stood and dragged my chair closer to the woman’s.

“This song is called Spellbound. It was actually the first song I produced for this new album. I took some of my inspiration from the song Witchy Woman by the Eagles. The reason being, this was written during halloween, and that is just one of my favorite spooky songs. For this piece, I wanted it to feel supernaturally devoted to Trevor. Like.. kind of like.. like a love where one person idolizes the other, but not necessarily in an obsessive or toxic way. I think the lyrics and the tune teetering on the edge of insanity really adds to the supernatural edge and it also makes this song unique to Trevor. I can’t say I’ll ever produce another song like this, nor do I think anyone else will. Classic rock isn’t exactly my genre, nor do I plan for it to be. So this track really sticks out. Which is the main reason why I chose to give this song its own cover art. And I’ll be releasing it as the first single.” It was a lot of information to offer, but I was very passionate about the things I dedicated to Trevor. Especially this song.

Most of my music got old after constantly rerecording lyrics and harmonies, or sorting out instruments. But this song never did. I loved it through and through.

“This sounds amazing and so.. intricate. How long did it take in total from thinking of the idea to finalizing the song?”

“A full month maybe? I hadn’t been exactly itching to make a new album, so I knew if I was going to, my basis for it was going to have to be amazing. And I think I did a fairly good job.” I paused. “I hope so..”

“I’m sure it’s amazing. Let’s hear it!”

I wasted no time in playing the track, a steel guitar and stylized keyboard opening the musical scene. I was a person who loved using clips of recordings in my music, whether it was from everyday life, or a random video in my camera roll, or even if I took the recording of the sound specifically for a song. It was one of my many musical signatures, but the one I was most known for. Atop the smooth music, came the faded clinging of pans, and Trevor’s soft voice. “I can’t wait for you to be home.. Fuck I miss you so much.” It had been a voicemail, but my sound producers managed to give it a more authentic feel, as if someone was in the room with him recording instead of it being spoken into a phone mic. The music itself was fairly calm and collected. Certain instruments helped it sound taboo and old, but the lyrics were the driving factor that made it sound almost insane. A part of me worried my audience wouldn’t take to the song well, but Macy seemed enthralled from the start of the track.

I eyed her expressions carefully through every second, smiling to myself when she seemed particularly intrigued by a section. And I had to admit, it boosted my ego to hear Trevor not too far off in his own chair humming the song to himself. I could live with myself if everyone hated the song, as long as he loved it.

Near the bridge, Trevor’s voice returned, “I’m gonna keep you forever.” This section had been specifically recorded in the studio, and despite my endless attempts to get him to take it seriously, he had giggled at the end of every take. Eventually I settled on knowing I wouldn’t have it the exact way I wanted it, and we used the take with the least amount of amusement in his voice. At the end of the day when we put it all together, his laugh only ended up adding to the crazy feel of the song.

Near the end of the track, Macy finally spoke up.

“This is the weirdest and most mentally satisfying song I have ever heard.”

I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Really?”

“You’re so right, it sounds nothing like what you usually produce, but it still has your essence in it. You can tell it’s your songwriting. I think this song is going to be crazy successful. And I also think having Trevor on it is going to make people go nuts” I would be lying if I said I hadn’t thought of that. I knew my fans would love to see Trevor featured.

“Thank you so much. I’m so excited to release the song.” I admitted with a slight grin.

“I’m just excited that I’ll be able to listen to it without having to say “babe can you sing me that song” every time I wanna hear it.” Trevor teased, causing my cheeks to flush as our eyes met.

“You don’t like her singing to you?” Macy joked.

“God no. I love it when she sings. I just hate how much I get made fun of when I ask her to do it.” The three of us laughed.

“Sounds to me like you have a pretty devoted girlfriend.”

“She did write a weirdly obsessive song about me.” Trevor agreed pridefully. “The first of many, right babe?” His question made my brow rise in surprise.

“We’ll see, Ziggy.”

“That’s a good answer. Can’t give too much away just yet.” My eyes trailed back to Macy. Our time was drawing to a close. “I hate to cut us short but I think we’re reaching our limit. And I know you have your own tight schedule today.” She paused. “I really wanna thank you again for making enough time to come out. It means a lot.”

“Mace, I think I speak for the both of us when I say we had so much fun being here. You always conduct the best interviews.” The woman blushed.

“We can come back anytime.” Trevor added, catching me off guard.

“I’ll have to take you up on that offer the next time you’re in town.” Macy grinned. “I hope you both enjoy the All Stars, and rock the red carpet of course.”

“Thank you so much. We definitely hope to.”

“I’ll be watching on tv.”

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#nhl imagine #nhl x reader #jack hughes #ella’s thoughts #quinn hughes #trevor zegras #nico hischier #ella’s updates #ella’s asks #cole caufield #trevor zegras blurb #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras x reader

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kittyball23 · 6 months

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All Together Now (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: What if all the brothers had been present during the escape from Troll Tree?

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“Wow! I guess this kinda counts as a tour then, huh?”

The yellow-haired Trolling who’d spoken glanced over at his older brother, but found that he did not share in his amusement. “Not a time to be joking, Clay. This is pretty serious. Just look around!” The purple-haired Trolling gestured his arms out to exemplify, showing the masses of concerned Trolls fleeing along the damp, dark tunnels.

Clay grimaced, realizing that he was right. “Err… sorry, Spruce. No more jokes right now.” He paused, and looked around himself. “Where’s John Dory?”

Spruce opened his mouth, ready to tell his younger brother that he was unsure, when a voice from further down the tunnel called “I’m here!”

Both boys turned around to find their green-haired brother out of breath, running over to catch up. “Sorry,” he said. “I had to make sure I had everything!” He held up a bag that looked somewhat heavy.

Spruce narrowed his eyes at him. “I hope you only packed what was absolutely necessary?”

The Troll hesitantly answered. “Yesss…”

Before he could do anything about it, Spruce grabbed the bag and undid the flap, looking inside and sighing. “Pre-signed autographs? Magazines? Hairspray? Seriously?” He kept rummaging. “Well, at least you had some sense to pack bottles and diapers for Branch.”

“Um, yeah!” JD said, appalled. “I’d never leave my little bro hanging.”

“Right… so where is little bro?” Spruce asked.

John Dory blinked. “Uhhh…”

“Right here!”

The boys breathed a sigh of relief when Floyd sprinted up to them, parting the hair above his head to reveal Baby Branch, giggling happily. After all, it was pretty fun to hitch a ride in your brother’s hair!

Affected by their baby bro’s cuteness, the four took a brief moment to “awww,” before it was back to business.

“All right, guys,” John Dory said with authority in his voice, “New place, but we’re still the same bros. We’re still gonna sing, dance, and rock the same way, and most importantly, we’re all still gonna be brodacious!”

“Agreed!” came the unanimous reply of the younger Trollings. With that, the boys were off, closely following along the pathway that King Peppy was leading everyone down.

“Oh, I hope the new place is a lot more relaxing than that Bergen Town,” Spruce said. “Just imagine: palm trees and warm sand as far as the eye can see, and a big ocean where you can surf!”

“Really?” Clay said, tilting his head. “I was hoping for something with big green fields. Kinda like the ones you find on a golf course!"

“As long as we can perform,” John Dory said, waving a finger. That was definitely key.

"And as long as we're all still together," Floyd added with a little smile.

The brothers nodded in agreement with him and continued along, joining up with their Grandma up ahead.

All were uncertain about what the future would bring, but held onto that glimmer of hope since they had each other going into it.

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #brozone #branch trolls #john dory #spruce trolls #clay trolls #floyd trolls #dreamworks #fanfiction #kittyball writes #100+

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wolfjackle-creates · 6 months

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Bring Me Home Arc 2 Part 20: FINAL

So guess what I realized this morning. Today, November 13, 2023 is the one year anniversary of me posting my first DPxDC fic to tumblr. It was the original fill for this very fic. (Which you can find here.)

So I decided I just had to finish this arc and get it posted. This year has been amazing and so much fun. I've become a much better writer and joined a community that has brought me so much joy. I'm glad to be here and I'm glad so many of you like to read what I'm sharing.

I noticed I got a few new readers over the past week or so, so welcome to all of you! Hope you enjoy this early update!

In personal news, my nephew was born and he's adorable and I'll be meeting him tomorrow! (As soon as I'm done posting this, I'm off to make food for his mom.)

Story Summary: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and don't bother keeping secrets from each other.

Arc 1

Arc 2: Part 1, Previous

Word Count: 1.2k

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In the end, it ended up taking several hours for Danny, Sam, and Tucker to escape their families and converge on the park. In that time, Tim had called Bruce to let him know he’d be back in Gotham by tomorrow and finished most of his homework.

While he worked, Wulf and Bart were having an animated conversation in Esperanto.

Tim was pretty sure Wulf would be bringing Bart to the Ghost Zone for a tour sometime and started making plans to learn Esperanto himself and bribe Bart to get in on them.

Cassie was helping Conner sort through some of the music Sam had given him. Tim was jealous as he solved more banal trig questions. Why did school have to be so boring? He tapped his pencil on the paper in time to the beat of whatever music Conner had playing.

Tucker was the first to arrive. “Danny and Sam not here yet?” he asked as he plopped down next to Bart and Wulf.

“Nope. Haven’t heard from them, either,” said Tim. He opened his phone notifications again just to be sure, but there was nothing new.

Tucker shrugged and pulled out a stick of jerkey to munch on. “Not surprising. The Fentons will be all overprotective after the mayor was kidnapped by a ghost on live TV. And Sam’s parents are just as bad. Only they smother rather than check the weaponry.” He turned to greet Wulf in Esperanto.

An email came through on Tim’s phone and he groaned. “Our evening interview was canceled. No one wants to hear us try to defend Phantom anymore.”

Cassie cursed. “Course not. Bet the paper won’t publish our editorials either.”

Conner looked over, confused. “Won’t they? Clark works for the Daily Planet. They publish stuff like that all the time.”

Tim didn’t look up from his math as he answered, “That’s the difference between a big, Pulitzer winning publication and a small-town op-ed.”

Tucker sighed. “Well maybe someone will remember your interviews from this morning in a positive light.”

Bart rolled his eyes. “Come on, we can’t change it. So let’s move forward. Next step, make friends with more ghosts! Wulf says there’s a bunch of cool people in the Realms.”

“Realms?” asked Tim.

“It’s what he says the Ghost Zone is actually called. The Infinite Realms.”

“Huh. I’ll have to check JL databases, see if they have any information on them.”

Tucker asked something in Esperanto and Bart burst out laughing as Wulf looked on in confusion.

With Bart’s help, though, he rephrased until Wulf was able to reply. And then the three kept to Esperanto. Tim really had to find time to learn it.

Sam was the next to arrive. She grinned and sat down next to Conner. “How you liking the music?”

Conner grinned and showed her the sheets where he ranked the bands so far based on which songs he’d listened to. She then took over the speakers and searched for specific tracks to try and change his mind about some of the bands he liked the least.

Tim let his eyes close as his friends’ voices washed over him.

After some indeterminate time where he dozed between sleeping and awareness, a foot nudged his hip. Tim grumbled out what was supposed to be a, “What?” but was too mumbled to really be understood.

“Come on, Secrets. You can do better than that.”

Tim cracked an eye open to see Danny grinning down at him. He pushed himself up slightly and blinked heavily in the sunlight.

“Finally got away from your parents?” asked Tim.

Danny collapsed on the ground next to him. “Ugh, don’t remind me. They’re freaking out over everything that’s happened the last few days. Jazz and I are basically going to be on lock down until they feel confident the ghosts are gone.”

“Did you have to sneak out to get here?” asked Cassie.

Danny shook his head. “No, I told them I was going to find you guys to make sure you were all safe. You’re welcome to come back to ours tonight, by the way. Mom and Dad basically insisted on it.”

“What do you guys think?” asked Tim. “Spend one more night here at Danny’s and head out in the morning?”

Cassie sighed. “My mom’s already freaking out that I’ve been gone longer than planned. I should get back tonight.”

“I’ll stay,” offered Conner. “I’m your ride home, anyway.”

“Why don’t you come to my place, Conner,” offered Sam. “Your nails need a fresh coat after fighting today. And I need teach you about the different brands of makeup and what to look for in terms of cost, quality, and ethicality. Plus I can get you more music.”

Tim laughed when Conner looked to him. “Go for it. Have fun.”

Conner grinned. “Then yeah, let’s do it!”

Bart shrugged. “Wulf is going to go back to the Realms soon. I’ll head out after. Wally and Linda want me over for a family dinner tonight.”

“Well, looks like that’s it, then,” sighed Danny. “Been fun having other heroes around.”

Tim nudged his shoulder. “Join the Young Justice. You could join us and we'd help out whenever you wanted. Get you around people who actually appreciate what you do for them.”

But Danny was already shaking his head. “I have to stay here. And now Amity trusts heroes even less. I want to improve that, not make it worse.”

“Even if you don’t join,” declared Conner. “You’re not getting rid of us now.”

Bart nodded his agreement. “Yep. We’re gonna be stopping by all the time. You’re in the group chat.”

“Exactly,” agreed Tim. “And we’ll figure out ways to help you. Starting with how to minimize property damage. That seems to be the big thing people focus on. You can make shields, right? How big can you make them and how much power do they take?”

Danny smiled wryly. “Can’t say I’ve really tested it.”

Tim laughed. “Well, I know one thing we’re doing tonight. We’re going to go back to Nasty Burger—” Tim looked around at the whole group “—all of us. Then Cassie and Bart are going to go home. Danny and I, at least, are going to take a nap. Then we’re gonna test the current limits to Danny’s powers.”

Danny bumped their shoulders together. “You know, this is just like gaming with you all those years.”

“Yeah, well, it’s best to be thorough.”

“We’ve measured, like, his top speed and stuff,” said Tucker, pulling out a PDA. “Want to see what we’ve got so far?”

“Absolutely.” Tim took the device and looked through it. “You’ve a decent amount of information here. Maybe instead of taking a nap, I’ll help you organize it and come up with a testing plan.”

Conner flew over to him and pulled the PDA out of his hand. “Not after pulling an all-nighter you won’t. We’re going to get some food, then the two of you are going to sleep for at least four hours.”

“I’ll set Jazz on you, too,” threatened Sam. “Don’t think I won’t.”

Tim pouted as the device was given back to Tucker. And grumbled more when Conner picked him up and threw him over his shoulder.

“Come on, food time.”

“I am going to put kryptonite in your phone,” threatened Tim.

“Bingo!” shouted Cassie.

Danny laughed as he stood. “Does this mean I can join the next round?”

Tim scowled. “Traitors, all of you.”

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And that's the end of this Arc! Arc 3 will pick up where the original fill did. (Only this time, Tim won't be the only DC character there to help Danny.)

I'd say something like I can't believe it's only been a year, but so much has happened to me in the last twelve months that it feels like a lifetime ago, to be honest. But it's been a good year and I'm glad this community has been part of it.

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Fairway to Heaven - Part 1

Hi!! I’m so excited to post my first-ever Harry fic! I’ve been on 1D Tumblr since the very beginning, logged off for 5 years and now I’m back 💀 So I’ve had a lot of ideas over the years that have just lived in my head. GOLFRRY + MUSTACHRRY are my weaknesses, so this is my twist on a golf/bev cart girl + agegap fic 🤩

I’d love to hear your thoughts. I have most of the story written, so I should be able to have a consistent posting schedule. Not sure the total # of parts quite yet. I’m also happy to write additional blurbs if y’all like Harry and Briar as much as I do 🥹🐥🦊

Here is a mood board I put together. Feel free to picture Briar however you please. The mood board is just to set the vibez!

Without further ado...Enjoy!

Word count: 4.5K

Contains mature themes. Read at your own discretion. Agegaps, cursing.

Read Part 2 | Read Part 3 | Read Part 4

By the time she gets to her designated cart, she’s already fifteen minutes late; but her iced coffee is the perfect color, and her hair didn’t give her too much trouble this morning. A win is a win.

Briar Barlowe quickly dumps a bucket of ice in her cart’s side cooler as the bar back begins filling the bin with the usual suspects: Bud Light, Michelob Ultra, Fireball, Tito’s, Casamigos, Ginger ale, and, of course, grape juice. She makes sure to keep her lavender cups stocked and plenty of fun straws to make everything more fun. She even decorates her tip jars to say funny jokes.

Since starting at Wynnewood Country Club, Briar has gained a bit of notoriety among the players as the girl with a bright smile and a heavy pour. This job is exactly what she needs to fill the gap between graduating college and beginning her business degree in the fall. Good money, stress-free responsibilities, and time spent in the sunshine.

Her Uncle, Patrick Barlowe, is the golf pro at Wynnewood; a local legend who was just shy of making the PGA Tour himself. He spends his days teaching lessons, running the pro shop and serving on the Board of Directors for the club. If you’re in with Patrick, you’re in with everyone.

When he heard her worries of not finding a summer job after graduation, it was a no brainer to offer her a position as a beverage cart girl. They both gaze out over the course from a table under the gazebo on the top deck of the club’s restaurant.

“That job sounds a little sexist, Uncle Patrick,” Briar sneers. All she can picture is driving around in a little dress and a visor like Malibu Barbie, answering the male members’ every beck and call.

The club is gorgeous; first built in 1914, and the architecture reflects it. It has two golf courses, 4 tennis courts, a pool, and deluxe spa. The member fees skyrocket each year, upping the amenities and overall snootiness of the members.

“The money is good and the members are pretty harmless. From the way you’ve swindled me into throwing teddy bear tea parties, I think you’ll do just fine on the sales aspect.”

“Fine. When do I start?”

Patrick leans back in his seat, “I’ll call Dominic in the morning.”

With that, they finish their drinks and appetizers just as the sun sets.

Walking out to her car, she sees a black Range Rover pull under the carport. The boys at the valet stand are already bickering over who gets to drive this one.

Based on the surrounding town, the level of pretentiousness at the club never surprises Briar. The yearly member fee for the club can cover 2 years’ worth of her business school tuition alone. She shakes her head and jumps into her hand-me down Jeep to head back to her apartment, paying no mind to the man entering the front door of the club.

Her shift this morning started out in the frigid cold, forcing her to change outfits later in the day as the sun came out. She’s sporting her black athletic skort and a racerback tank top. She opts to leave her hair down and sport her black and white Nike trailblazers to keep the look casual.

With a few weeks’ worth of shifts under her belt, she’s learned the ways of the club and fallen into a good rhythm. On any given weekend day, she has to head to the clubhouse to restock twice before 12PM. Today is not one of those days.

As temperature warms up, the course begins to fill up. In the last hour of her shift, she’s left with only a few beers and a few shots worth of Tito’s. Her tip jar is a little emptier than usual, but the pun on her sign got a few chuckles. She sets up shop on the 17th hole and snaps a few photos of the sunset.

“I shot one under today. One under a tree, one under a bush, and one under the water.”

Briar jumps at the voice behind her. Is that an Irish accent? She leans to peer over the side of her cart. She sees a man, older than her, donning a light blue polo with dark blue pants and a white hat, reading the joke on her jar.

“Clever, isn’t it?” She smiles kindly at him.

“Hilarious. It’s like ya been watching my game today,” he laughs. He moves closer to where she’s standing.

“Can I get you anything? I’ll be honest, I’m mostly wiped out.”

He peers down at the contents of the cooler. “I’ll take that last Mich Ultra. Do you have any Casamigos left? My mate is a little picky.”

“No Casamigos,” she says with a slight frown. “I’ll try to keep my drinking to a minimum next time and save you some.”

He lets out a loud laugh and squeezes his eyes shut. “Alright, just this then. He’ll have to deal with it.”

“I can offer you some Peanut M&M’s for your troubles,” she says, pulling out her iPad to ring in the order. “Do you have an account with the club, or do you want to pay cash?”

“The account is under Niall Horan,” he says, putting a $20 bill in the jar. “Thanks for the M&M’s, darlin’.”

“I’m Briar. It was nice meeting you, Niall. Thank you!” She beams. He smiles and starts heading back to the path toward the clubhouse.

After cleaning her cart and counting her money, Briar finishes the day drinking a mojito at the bar, while Cam, her new friend at the club, is working her bar shift.

“How was it out there today, babe?” Cam asks.

“Slow at first, but it definitely picked up. I couldn’t even head back for a restock. Luckily, the members I got at the very end weren’t picky.”

“Oh! Did you see Niall?” she asks as she puts glassware in the dishwasher.

“Yeah,” Briar furrows her brows. “How did you know?”

“I used to serve him on the front course all the time. Now that I’m too old and wretched to work out on the course, he’ll visit me in here sometimes. He mentioned playing the back course with a friend today.”

Briar is always assigned to the back course. There are only minor differences in difficulty, but she finds the back course to be a little more calm and serious. They’re also a little more generous with their tips. She’s not sure if her assignment has something to do with her uncle’s knowledge of the club’s inner workings.

“He is really nice, and generous. I didn’t get to meet the friend, though. Did you?”

“Yes, he was a little more reserved. But Niall is a riot, so he makes anyone look calm. I didn’t catch his name.”

Briar hums and stirs her mojito around as she stifles a yawn. “Well, I’ve been here since 7:30 this morning, so I am ready to goooo,” she drags out her last word. She waves bye to Cam and begins the trek to the employee parking lot.

As she’s walking, she gazes up to the upper deck of the restaurant where she can just barely make out Niall standing by the railing. He’s talking animatedly and waving his beer bottle around.

A bit off to the right, peering down at her, is a tall, striking man with dark features wearing a white button down and a sport coat. The top two buttons are undone just enough to see his collarbones.

The club has a strict dress code for the restaurant. Briar often does a double take when she sees members out of their golf clothes. She wonders if he’s even allowed to show that much skin.

Shrugging it off, she continues toward her car, but not without looking back at the man. He’s still looking at her, curiously, taking a sip of his drink and turning away not long after she looks up.

She can’t help but get this strange feeling, almost as if the hairs on the back of her neck are standing straight up.

As the summer starts to heat up, so do her shifts at the course. By the end of them, Briar’s hair is sticking out sideways and her make up is smeared down her face. She bought a miniature fan that clips right to the visor of her cart to keep her cool throughout the day.

It’s just past 8:30 in the morning on Tuesday when she hears a familiar voice on the 8th hole. She squints and sees Niall, along with the dark haired man from the other night. There are a few guys she doesn’t recognize standing with them.

She maneuvers her cart through the winding path, closer to where the men are.

“There’s the beer angel!” Niall shouts. She smiles and shakes her head. He comes jogging over. “I hope you’re fully stocked this morning.”

“Yep, I am! I even have a few breakfast sandwiches, if you’re interested.”

His eyes light up as she pulls out a bacon, egg and cheese on an everything bagel from the warming drawer. Chef Lambo, the executive chef of the club, made them especially for Briar’s customers.

“Yesss. I’ll take one of those, a Mich Ultra, two Transfusions, and — H! What do you want?” He yells, partially turning to face his friend in the distance.

She faintly hears, “Casamigos!”

“And a Casamigos on the rocks, with a lime,” he finishes. It takes her only a few minutes to make the cocktails.

“Do you want these on your account?” Briar asks Niall.

He takes a huge bite of the bagel and mumbles, “No, you can put it all on my mate’s. Last name is Styles.”

Styles, or, “H” as Niall called him. The mystery man’s Last name is Styles. And, he’s a member here.

“Got it. Well, good luck today.”

“Thanks, we’ll need it. We’re trying to close a work deal with the two guys we’re playing with. Hey, don’t be afraid to swing by us multiple times. We can use all the schmoozing we can get,” he smiles.

“I think I can do that. Let me know if you need help, I’m told I’m very persuasive,” she smiles as she takes the emergency brake off of her cart. He throws another $20 in her jar and then waves, nearly dropping all of the items in his hands.

Niall returns to his group, handing out their drinks. Briar continues to watch before pulling away. H steps out from behind Niall, slightly lifting his cup — his lavender cup — towards her, as a thank you. His facial expression is stoic, watching her carefully.

She smiles to herself and drives off. The rest of the shift goes by in a blur. She swings by Niall and H’s group a few times. Each time, Niall greets her to grab more drinks and snacks.

Is that on purpose? If the drinks are on H’s account, why isn’t he coming over? She’d like to get a closer look at him. She chews on the inside of her lip and continues on with her closing duties. She loves the morning shift; in early, out early.

After parking her cart in the garage, she can see her uncle in the pro shop, glasses on the tip of his nose, peering down at something. She lightly knocks on the door and pushes it open.

“Hey, Briar bear,” he says, looking up at her. “How was your day?”

Briar sighs at her childhood nickname, plopping down on the couch by the practice putting green. Members can test out clubs before purchasing them in the pro shop, making it an optimal spot to hang out and mess around with all of the clubs.

“It was good, I just have to get used to waking up this early again. And I already know you’re going to say, ‘welcome to the real world, kid’, so just stop there,” she says sassily.

Patrick chuckles and focuses back on with his paperwork. They’re quiet for a few moments.

“What’re working on, anyway?” she asks, craning her neck to see what he’s doing.

“Just some budget sheets, and making a list of members who haven’t had a lesson from their amazing in-house golf pro,” he says, punching numbers into his phone calculator.

“They get a free lesson from you?”

“Yes, when they join. But now, to keep up member retention, we’re going to offer sessions to members who have been here for 5 years or more,” he scratches his temple. “Most of ‘em don’t need it, but I feel they always leave with a new drill to practice and some sage advice from yours truly.”

“That’s cool,” she replies absently.

“Wanna help?” Patrick asks her. She nods silently and takes a seat beside him. She sees a list of last names, first initial and an “X” next to their name if they’ve taken a lesson.

She notices an X next to “Horan, N.” but not “Styles, H”. Interesting.

Briar continues to audit the two lists, until she hears her uncle clear his throat.

“Hey, are you going to hang here for a bit? I need to run back into the main clubhouse for a few minutes.”

Patrick runs the pro shop solo during the day, until a high school or college kid can come in in the afternoon.

“Yeah, I’ll hang here. What do I do if someone needs something?”

“Then you can entertain them with your dazzling personality until I get back,” he teases, sticking his tongue out. “Alright, I’ll be back.”

“‘kay,” she says, walking back to her original spot on the sofa, laying her head back on the edge.

Her eyes are shut, only for a minute, until a brilliant idea pops in her head. She rises off the sofa and saunters over to the computer her uncle was just working on.

The employee portal is logged in under Patrick’s account. Briar doesn’t know much about it, aside from using it to clock in and clock out. It’s still on the member screen, an area she’s 100% sure she doesn’t have access to.

She peruses the site until she finds a “Member Look-Up” tab. Briar’s intrusive thoughts win.

She slowly punches in S-T-Y-L-E-S and waits for the results to populate. 2 results found.

She clicks on the first profile. An account pulls up for a Paul Styles, and a photo of a white-haired man pops up.

Well, that’s certainly not him, Briar thinks to herself. She exits out and clicks on the next account. No profile photo opens, but the name is at the top. She bites her thumbnail in anticipation of what she’ll see.

Harry Styles. H. Niall’s mysterious friend. The tequila lover.

She starts to scroll down the page. The profile is more bare than the other man’s, but she can see the basic things about him. He’s 41, joined the club 8 years ago. He lives in another pretentious town only a few miles away.

Then, she sees a “Member Activity” tab. Out of curiosity, she clicks on it. Her eyes widen, seeing every transaction he’s ever made on his account. His “dues” each year. Holy shit.

His purchases seem pretty standard for members of Wynnewood. Mostly rounds of Casamigos on the rocks (shocking) and dinners ranging from $100-$400, with a few bills over $1,000.

He joined 8 years ago, but his transactions have only begun to pick up in the last month or so. Before, his visits were sporadic at best.

Briar can’t even fathom having that sort of money to throw away. She started working at age 14 and never stopped. The only reason she gets a taste of country club life is because of her uncle.

She closes out the portal, not wanting to risk Patrick walking in while she’s snooping around. She returns to her spot on the sofa and begins playing 1010! on her phone.

She exhales and tosses her phone to the side. As she sits up, Patrick reenters the pro shop.

“Thanks, Bri. Heading home soon?”

“Yeah, I gotta get back home for Gus,” she smiles, thinking about her dog. Her baby.

“Alright, I’ll catch you later. Say hello to my buddy for me. And give him a butt scratch — Tell him it’s from Uncle Patty.”

“Will do. See ya.”

When she’s showered and comfy at home, with Gus, her Bernese Mountain Dog, snuggled at her side, she finally feels relaxed.

She’s worked nearly every day since she started. But, those are the sacrifices of a summer job.

She turns on Selling Sunset on Netflix to drown out the silence of her apartment. Already bored of this season, she pulls out her phone.

One last round of stalking, then she’ll let it go. She opens Instagram and begins typing in Harry’s name in the search bar. Nothing. Hm.

She tries Niall, immediately getting a hit. She clicks on his account to find it public, full of funny and happy photos. He’s clearly from Ireland, but has lived in the United States for some time. She wonders if he went to school here, or if he just got a job here.

She scrolls down to a group photo — on the golf course, of course — of Niall, Harry, and a few other guys. They look a lot younger here. She can see the photo is from 7 years ago. Harry’s stoic face is a stark contrast to Niall’s infectious smile. She clicks on the photo to see if Harry’s profile is tagged. Nothing.

Defeated, she moves onto LinkedIn. She tries Harry’s name again. Within 10 seconds of the search engine results popping up on the screen, her eyes land on exactly what she’s looking for. He has a profile. Her heart starts beating a little faster.

Really, Briar? All this for a guy you’ve barely caught a glimpse of? She clicks on the profile and sees the most gorgeous man at the top. He looked good from afar, but this is totally different.

Sticking out to her is his chiseled jaw, pouty lips, and beautiful (green?) eyes. His hair is longer in this photo than what she’s seen him with the past 2 times at the club, but she figures this page is old.

She scrolls down to the employment history. He works for a hedge fund. No wonder he has that kind of cash laying around. He’s been at the same company for a number of years, and received his bachelor’s degree from Georgetown and his MBA from the University of Pennsylvania. Smart dude.

She notes his MBA graduation year is 2006. She laughs, knowing she was probably still playing on a playground that year.

She exits out of the page, proud of her findings. She decides to text Cam about Niall’s friend.

B: Hey! So I totally stalked Niall online. His friend’s name is Harry! 😆

C: So funny, how’d u do it? 😂

B: Instagram for Niall, and earlier, I used Wynnewood’s portal to look up Harry. I just went on his LinkedIn, too. Now, I know all about his work and schooling, lol.

C: Your account is private, right? 😳

C: It notifies people if you’ve looked at their profile unless you’re private…

B: What?! I didn’t know that…WTF do I do?

Briar’s stomach drops. He’s probably already gotten the notification by now. She’s mortified. She logs back on to LinkedIn and deactivates her account. Reddit says those are her best chances of counteracting the notification.

She decides to go to bed, but ends up tossing and turning until 3 AM, knowing her alarm is set for 6:30. She stares at the ceiling, pleading for Harry not to show up at the club tomorrow.

The morning comes around, and after mustering enough courage to get up and make herself presentable, she rolls into work, ready to jump on her cart and be lazy. The universe (or Uncle Patrick, probably!) has a different plan.

Since it’s a holiday weekend, Briar is working inside for a change. She feels a little out of her element. She’s worked in restaurants in the past, but it’s always a little stressful when you have know idea where anything is, or how to use the register.

Taking a moment to survey the large banquet room, she doesn’t see Niall or Harry. She begins to relax. Until, 30 minutes later, she sees both of them enter and begin talking to the hostess.

Please don’t go to my section, she thinks. She watches the girl gathers 4 menus and turns to lead the men further into the room. Briar’s worry grows more with each step the hostess takes toward her section. Fuck.

She seats them down at a 4 person table right in the middle of Briar’s section, assuming the two men from yesterday will be joining them.

She takes a few deep breaths before grabbing a water jug and two stemmed water glasses. She casually approaches the table, lightly placing the water glasses down and filling them.

Niall looks up briefly with a smile before exclaiming, “There she is! I requested you to be our server after I saw you at the coffee machine over there.”

Briar smiles before turning her attention to Harry, who hasn’t glanced up from his menu. She looks back at Niall.

“Awesome! This is going to be great,” she lies through her teeth.

While this exchange is happening, she can feel Cam’s eyes burning through the back of her head. Cam is the service bartender of the day, so she has time to people watch and laugh at Briar’s bad luck.

“Are we waiting for any more guests to join us?” Briar asks.

Niall clears his throat and says, “Yes, those two blokes from yesterday. Harry here is going to close the deal with them today.”

Harry glances up at her with a shy smile. She reciprocates, unsure if he’s aware of her cyberstalking from last night.

“Wow, well, I’ll make sure my service is extra good, then. Can I throw in some drinks while you wait?”

“I’ll have an Old Fashioned. Harry?” Niall turns to his friend.

“Casamigos on the rocks for me, please. With a lime. Thank you.”

“You got it,” she says with a tight-lipped smile. Of course that’s the very first thing he ever says to her. And he’s BRITISH?

Cam laughs as the ticket prints at the bar.

“Oh, shut up,” Briar grumbles.

The other men finally arrive, and the meal goes by at a snail’s pace. When the group is finally ready to order, Briar is already mentally checked out. Briar goes to take Harry’s order.

“What can I get for you?”

“I’ll have the chicken, please,” he says simply.

“And how would you like that cooked?” Briar asks, furiously scribbling on her note pad.

Harry’s face contorts to a perplexed look, almost as if he was about to laugh.

“Um…cooked…all the way through?” He stifles a chuckle.

Niall bursts out laughing, cluing Briar in. She realizes the others ordered porterhouse steaks, so, out of habit, she asked how they’d like them prepared.

Her eyes go wide, “Right, well, I’ll go put these in. Thanks!” She shuffles away at lightning speed.

Harry stares at her from across the room, smirking when they make eye contact. She wants to bury her head in the sand trap on the golf course.

When the meal is done, the men shake hands, and Niall and Harry look relieved. They ask for another round of drinks for the two of them and the check. Niall heads toward the restroom while Harry pays. She tries to bolt as soon as the check is dropped, but she hears Harry clear his throat.

She turns to face him.

“We’re about to go play a quick round of 9-holes to celebrate. Are you our beer angel today, or are you stuck in here?” Harry says, as he opens his wallet.

Briar feels her heart begin to race. She’s sure her face is beet red. The word angel rolls off his tongue so easily.

“Um, no, I’m um, stuck in here for the rest of the day. I’ll be back on Sunday, though,” she says quietly.

“Shame, I was starting to think you were bringing me all of my luck. I’ve been crushing these guys in our last few rounds,” he smiles, swirling the remnants of his drink around.

She bites the inside of her lip, unsure if she should still be holding eye contact. He hands her the checkbook, full of cash. She smiles, unable to speak.

“Oh, and Briar— I’m an open book. If you wanted to know more about me, you could’ve just asked,” he says with a sickeningly sweet smile.

That’s the moment Niall returns to the table, and presumably the only reason she doesn’t drop to the floor in fetal position.

“Thanks, Briar. Lunch was great. We’ll see you next time,” Niall says sweetly.

“Thanks!” she squeaks, scurrying to the back, where she nearly mows down Cam.

“Woah! What’re you doing?” Cam squeals.

“He KNOWS!” Briar wails.

“Who? Who knows — OH!” Cam shrieks. “What did he say to you?”

“He said, ‘Briar, I’m an open book. If you wanted to know more about me, you could’ve just asked.’”

Cam’s mouth drops open. “Did he say it with his sexy accent and sultry voice?”

“Shut up!”

“Fine. Well, what did he tip you?” she asks, reaching for the book in Briar’s hand.

She opens it, finding enough cash to cover the $450 tab, and an extra $300 as a tip.

“Damn! Who has that much cash at one time?” Cam laughs.

Briar flips to the back of the book, only to find a note on a small piece of paper:

I’m an Aquarius, in case you were wondering. : - )

She stares blankly at the note. When did he have time to do this? Was he going to slip this note to her regardless? A million thoughts run through her head, until she hears Cam.

“What a creepy-ass old person smiley face,” she says, shaking her head.

Briar thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world.

Finally, her shift ends and she can escape the club, just for a day. As she heads towards the women’s locker room, she’s rummaging through her bag, attempting to fish out her street clothes so she can change as quickly as possible.

As she stalks closer to the locker room, she collides head-first into a firm, wet object. She feels strong hands grasp her hips to steady her.

“What the fuck?” she says, moving the hair out of her eyes, only to be met with a strong tattooed torso, partially covered by towel tied loosely around the person’s waist.

Her next words die in her throat as she looks up.

Harry.

Harry, who just left the steam room.

He smirks down at her, gently letting go of her waist. Suddenly, she feels hot, as if she were just in there with him. Briar’s fight or flight kicked-in, causing her to spin on her heels and flee in the opposite direction.

He senses she’d run, so he gently grabs her wrist, locking her in place. She peers up at him like a deer in headlights. His other hand is firmly planted on his hip to hold up his towel, in fear of giving the whole club a show.

He tilts her chin up so she’s making direct eye contact. Her stomach drops, sending a wave of nausea through her body. She studies his face; long eye lashes, slight stubble and two dimples that form as he smirks down at her softly.

“I told you, I’m not shy.”

He releases her chin and saunters back to the mens’ locker room.

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Soulless Smut - Sam Winchester

Title: Soulless smut - Sam Winchester

Words: 2,388

Relations: Soulless Sam Winchester X Reader

TW: SMUT! Slightly Dom Sam, Sub Reader. BJ

Requested: @angelofdarkness69

I sulked into the seat at the bar. I'm not usually the type to drink but today, right now I am!

"Double vodka and coke, keep them coming until I can't say thank you anymore," I instructed handing over my card. He took my card and nodded. A chuckle passed his lips as he walked away. He came back with my card and first drink. I nodded in appreciation. "Thank you," I said clearly making him chuckle. There weren't many in the bar so the bartender stayed close to me.

"Rough day?" He asked making me sigh as I took a large gulp.

"Rough week," I commented between gulps making him push air through his teeth like he knew the feeling.

A few drinks later, a few songs later, a few dart games later and a few pool games later, the bar was full and loaded. I was the only woman but everyone seemed happy about it. Everyone was cheering me on no matter what I did. They even cheered for me when I came out of the bathroom. I would be lying if I said that I didn't like the attention. I sat at the bar and the bartender laughed at me.

"Can you still say thank you?" He asked making me laugh.

"I can probably say in different languages at this point. Another please kind sir," I commented making him laugh at my drunken state. He nodded and went to make my drink.

"So are you the only woman in this town?" A guy beside me asked. I looked at him and chuckled. He's very attractive and about a thousand times more handsome than anyone else in town.

"The only one worth looking at," I joked making him chuckle but his expression was cold. Something about it made my spin shiver but I liked it.

"I'd have to say I agree, you do tours?" He asked with a cheeky smirk.

"Of me or the town?" I asked making him chuckle. I smirked at him. It wasn't long before we both closed our tabs and were walking to the motel he was staying at.

SMUT!!!!:

He walked me to his motel room, I preferred it as my place is a little messy right now. He opened the room with his key, gesturing for me to go in first as he opened the door. I smiled gratefully as I stepped inside. I approached the closest bed, noticing the two. I turned around to face Sam as he approached me with a smirk. I smirked leaning up as he leaned down to connect our lips. We kissed hastily, hungrily. It's been a while for me so to say I'm eager is an understatement. God, he's so hot.

His large hands gripped my waist, I attached my hands to the back of his hair, pulling him closer to me before I started walking backwards. He smirked as he slowly guided me to lie down on the bed, hovering over me as he followed. I bit his bottom lip as he groaned, clearly a fan of it. I smiled knowing this could be fun.

My hands moved to the bottom of his shirt, hastily pulling it up. He broke away from the kiss to take it off completely and rushed to reconnect our lips. I moaned softly as his hips pressed into me. He smirked as he grabbed the buttons of my shirt, sloppily trying to undo them quickly. I need it off now. I grabbed the front of my shirt harshly pulling it open. The shirt opened, a few buttons fell off, and the bouncing sounds faded further away from the bed. I chuckled softly as he smiled against my lips. He placed a hand on the back of my neck, keeping my lips on his as he sat up a little. He pried the shirt off my body. He stayed sat up as he moved to my bra.

"I'm taking this off," He commented, his lips not leaving mine. I hummed to show my approval quickly, although I'm pretty sure he wasn't asking for it. He smirked against my lips as I smiled. His tongue entered my mouth, softly fighting mine for dominance. He was easily winning. He unclasped my bra, pulling it off my arms before it was thrown across the room. He lowered me back down, lying me down as he pushed his hips into me. I moaned, my mouth falling open as he pushed his tongue into my mouth to silence me.

I worked on the button and zip on his jeans, prying them open easily and moaning as he bit my bottom lip and pulled back. He got up from the bed, admiring me as he licked his lips. I smirked seeing his built physic. God! He looked at me hungrily as he pulled his pants off, leaving him in just his boxers. His erect penis, pressing on his boxers made my mouth water. Thank God he's not tiny, it would be so disappointing. He studied me closely as he grabbed my hips, pulling me down the bed with ease. He reached down, grabbing the front of the waistline on my denim shorts, he lifted my whole body with ease. One vein-popping, extremely-muscular hand. I squealed slightly as he lowered me onto the bed, he undid the button with his one hand and began pulling my shorts down. I smirked as I gave him full access to pull them down so he was able to remove them so I was only lying in my thong. I bit my lip as he crawled up to me, his dick pressing on his boxers soon pressed against my thong making me moan, the contact sending excited shivers up my spine.

I rushed to kiss him, passionate and sloppy. He smirked against my lips. His hands found my body, his hand large enough to cup my left breast as his hips pressed into me. His dick pressed between us as I craved we were naked. I anchored my foot onto the bed and started rolling us. He happily complied, lying down and allowing me to straddle him as I kissed him. I grinded my hips into him earning a moan. I smirked as I sat up, my fingers trailing down his chest, he watched intently. Licking his lips as I ventured further down his body. I lifted to snake my fingers into his boxers. His head fell limp as I reached inside, my hand clasping around his hard dick. He moaned at the contact, biting his bottom lip to silence himself. I pumped him a few times before I moved to pull his boxers off, and he happily moved out of them. I took the time to gather spit in my mouth, something he seemed to make water with ease.

I leaned down, taking his dick in my mouth. He groaned happily at my actions. I bobbed my head, taking him in my throat easily as I already craved all of him. I smiled before I could stop myself. His moans fill my ears, singing to me like birds. I continued my pace and rhythm as his groans were a confirmation of his enjoyment. His hand soon found my hair. Bunching it in his hand, I gave him the full ability to face fuck me, something I wasn't confident in but would try for this godly man, he instead guided me to continue with my rhythm. My insides fluttered knowing I was already doing what he wanted.

He seemed to be enjoying the blow job until he sighed and happily pulled my hair to have me look at him. My insides quivered at his roughness. I bit my lip as I looked up at him, the lust shining in my eyes. "Ride me," He instructed. I obliged quickly and was more than happy to. I crawled up to him, my logical brain not kicking in to tell me I was still wearing my thong. Sam didn't see this as an issue as he grabbed it with both hands, ripping the fabric and throwing it aside. My breath fluttered as I had never been so manhandled but I also was not hurt or afraid. If anything it made me more excited, feral almost. He grabbed my hips, lifting me, guiding his cock to my entrance. I bit my lip, anticipation making me internally quiver. He lowered me down onto his cock. I moaned, eyes rolling back as he pushed deep inside me. Gliding in with ease I was wetter than I'd ever been before.

He gripped my hips tightly, lifting again to move me exactly how he wanted me to. I moaned, his cock rhythmically pounding into me. The thing that turned me on the most was that Sam was using me like a sex doll. I didn't know it was a kink until watching his face scrench and relax as he lowered and lifted my hips. I placed a steadying hand on his sculpted chest. Moaning as he rose his hips to meet mine, the tip of his cock hitting my G-spot. I watched as he smirked. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, his smirk only making my walls clench around him. He held my hips high. His elbows dug into the bed as he kept me still. My eyebrows barely had time to furrow before his hips bucked to push deep inside me. I practically screamed, the pleasure erupting from me as he continued to use me. To fuck me deep and thorough.

"You're taking my cock so good," He praised his voice practically a purr as he whispered in my ear. I moaned, biting my lip to try to silence myself so I could hear him. "You like taking my cock?" He teased. I hummed a yes, quickly in response. My moans cascaded between us as he smirked. "Now lie down and take it good," He hissed, bitterness in his tone. He practically pushed me aside as he got up. I hurried to lie down, smirking and giddy. He smirked as he noticed my excitement. He lowered himself between my legs, soon lifting my right leg to rest on his shoulder. I gasped, a feral feeling washing over me as he pushed my hips into a new position and angle. He pushed into me, his cock delving deep inside me. Angles and pressure I've not experienced before. I put a hand over my mouth, a feeble attempt to muffle my moans. My eyes closed as they rolled to the back of my head. He chuckled dryly. Grabbing my wrist and moving my hand away from my mouth. Knowing he wanted to hear my moans and didn't care about volume control, I smirked. He smirked at me, holding my wrist as he brought my hand above my head, pressing my wrist into the mattress. I raised my other arm, allowing his large hand to push that wrist into the bed. Completely bound by him.

I bit my lip, his cock pounding into me, feral moans escaping my lips as his rhythm weakened me. I moaned loudly, my voice growing slightly hoarse as my orgasm grew closer. "Fuck, you're such a good girl," I practically screamed as he pushed deep inside me.

My orgasm tightened in my abdomen. He pushed my wrists deeper into the bed, pounding his hips into me with force and precision. His free hand found my throat, squeezing the side to restrict blood flow but I was able to breathe. My moans rolled through my chest. My orgasm panged, but my scream never made it past his hand as my orgasm peaked. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my walls clenched around him. He grunted, his pace growing sloppy. "Fuck, I'm going to cum so deep inside you," He groaned, riding out my orgasm until his cum spurted deep inside me. His hand tightened on my neck, air escaping me as he came so hard he fully choked me. It only set my orgasm to last longer. My head grew cloudy as he pushed deep inside me a final time.

He growled as he caught his breath, removing his hand from my neck and holding his weight up with his hands. I gasped for air as he rolled off of me and lay beside me. I lay, starstruck, assessing the sex and it was all amazing, the best I've had and probably the best I'll ever have. We fell asleep naked but I woke up alone.

I sat up to look around and moved my hair a little as I remembered all last night, I couldn't help but giggle. I looked over to the door as it opened and there he was. He smiled at me brightly.

"Morning, I thought I'd get some things for breakfast. I really fucked it out of you last night," he explained as he set a bag down on the bottom of the bed as the sheets covered me.

"Sounds great," I added as I sat forward, he smirked. He pulled some things from the bag and placed them on the bed. He had strawberries, sandwiches and chips. I smiled excitedly as I looked at the strawberries, he must have noticed because he opened them and held them out to me. I smiled brightly and took one, I noticed him watching my mouth as I ate it so I purposely bit into it slowly. He looked dazed making me chuckle. He chuckled before moving the bag and taking a seat. We sat eating the strawberries while he recounted his favourite parts of last night.

The strawberries were so sweet it really helped. I couldn't help but giggle but the way I was slowly eating them seemed to taint him. He grinned before moving the sheet aside and kissing me. I had flashes of last night as we kissed and it only made me want him more.

The opening of the motel door made us stop instantly and look over, I quickly pulled the sheet over me again. A guy walked in and looked dazed.

"Sorry, I'll-" he quickly turned away before clearing his throat and leaving. Sam didn't seem to react before going back to kissing.

Last night couldn't have gone any better.

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Wild Nights || CL16 {Epilogue}

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x songstress!reader Summary: With a new album out it needs promoting and you find yourself missing Charles while you are in New York for a talkshow interview. Warnings: 18+only, flufffff WC: 1.1k

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February 2025 “I wish you were here,” you whispered into the phone that you weren’t supposed to have in the talk show studio. “I’m shaking like a leaf.”

“You’ll do great, my love,” he reassured you and you could hear a lot of background noise from the other people at the airport. “I’ll see you soon.”

No sooner had the call ended that the studio lights dimmed and the live audience fell silent.

“Now our next guest really needs no introduction,” Jimmy Fallon began to say while you nervously paced behind the curtain, until Bea pulled you to a stop, “her debut self-titled album went platinum and I have no doubt her new album, Safety Car, will be just as good. Please, put your hands together for Y/N.”

Bea gave you an encouraging push and you forced yourself to focus on putting one foot in front of the other. No matter how many times you took the stage for a concert, or an interview, you still found yourself nervous - but you equally loved the thrill that came with it.

Once you were sitting in the chair the jitters faded away and you fell into the rhythm of answering the questions he fired your way.

“So, Safety Car, talk me through this album. How did you come up with the name?”

“Obviously Charles is a huge part of my life, we have known each other for a couple of years now, and this album was made collaboratively with him. That’s all him on the piano with pieces that he composed, so the journey of this album gives a glimpse into that relationship we have, especially the ups and downs that come with life.

“I’m not sure if you keep up with Formula One, Jimmy, but when there’s danger on the track they deploy a safety car to guide the drivers through that peril. This whole album is about being each other's safety car and helping navigate the other through those hard times.”

“Wow, that is so wholesome and sweet,” he gushed before looking down at his cue card. “But what exactly is ‘that relationship’? Because we know you and Charles are together, everyone and their dog knows you two are together, but there was never actually any announcement as such and now there’s rumours that you secretly tied the knot while you were at the Vegas Grand Prix this year?”

You tipped your head back with a laugh. “You’ll have to ask him that because I don’t think he ever officially asked me out. We kind of just collided and stayed that way.”

“So you aren’t together?” he gasped like it was some scandalous news but you just gave him a wink.

“We love each other dearly, I mean, we found each other when we were both going through a difficult time and helped each other to heal. Any chance we have at seeing each other we take but we have always been aware that the reality is that our lives are in very different places. Charles’ work takes him all over the world and with my second tour coming up there just aren't a lot of places where our lines intersect.”

The crowd sighed sadly but you shrugged it off with a smile as you continued, “Neither of us would ask the other to give up on their dreams, that wouldn’t be love then, would it? It’s what inspired my first single Love Is Letting Go. Charles had an amazing 2024 season and has renewed his contract with Ferrari, and his dream is to win a championship with them in particular so he’s very focused on that for this coming year and I’m so proud of him. Maybe one day our lives will be at the same pace but for now we cherish the moments we do get.”

“Oh don’t we know it,” the host chuckled. “We have all seen the photos floating around whenever you two hit the town. Looks like you have some pretty wild nights out together.”

“We do have a lot of fun. Why not? Life’s too short, might as well be wild and free.”

“That is true, but are you free? How else do you explain this photo?”

A picture appeared on the screen that had been taken inside the infamous White Chapel in Las Vegas. It wasn’t exactly clear who was in the photo because of the costumes but it didn’t take a genius to work out who was standing at the altar getting married.

Pierre’s brown hair stuck out the front of a slick jet-black coifed wig while Bea’s white halter dress barely contained her boobs as she twerked against him. It was a little harder to tell it was you and Charles in front of Arthur, who had bought an online Certificate of Ordination so he could be the celebrant. Your brother-in-law had spent so long trying to find a printer in the hotel that he was last to arrive and left with a Star Wars costume.

“Well, Jimmy, I believe that is Darth Vader, Elvis Presley, Marilyn Monroe, and Bonnie and Clyde. And it looks like they are having one hell of a time.”

“That’s all you’re gonna give us?” he asked with a chuckle and mock disappointment as he shook his head. “Fine, fine. Can you at least give us a song?”

The small side stage was dark when you took your place at the microphone but when the lights came on and illuminated the piano it wasn’t Bea that was sitting there as planned.

The crowd screamed as they saw Charles and your eyes widened, a smile growing as you drank him in after a long two weeks apart. “You’re meant to be on a plane.”

“I got on an earlier one,” he said, the piano microphone picking up his soft words as he sent a wink to the camera, “so I could support my beautiful, talented wife.”

The air froze for a split second before chaos erupted and the audience cheered.

You looked across the stage at Jimmy as a smile broke on your face. “Uh-oh, busted!” You reached into your pocket and slipped the sedate diamond ring you had chosen, opting for something smaller than the huge rock that Charles would have gone for, and slipped it back on your finger that had felt empty without it. “I guess this makes us pretty official.”

Charles teased the crowd as he played the wedding march tune. “There was never any doubt in my mind.”

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medusapelagia · 6 months

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R- Rockstar

R is for Rin (@rindecision) the first person I DMed ever! Thank you for being so kind and helpful💜

I hope you will enjoy your present 🎁!

This fic is inspired by this beautiful art made by @firefly-party (who was so kind to let me use it as an inspiration!)

Rating: Teen and Up Relationship: Steve /Eddie (vague mention of Chrissy /Robin) WT: no one Words: 1144

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Eddie swears while he smokes the last cigarette from his packet.

“Didn’t you promise Murray that you were going to quit? It’s bad for your voice, you know that.” Chrissy tells him when she finds him on the roof smoke chaining.

“This is a fucking emergency and I’m sure that Murray will understand.”

“If you say so.” She replies, looking at him unconvinced, so Eddie puts out the cigarette on the wall behind him.

“Did you come to give me more bad news?”

She shakes her blond ponytail “No, actually I came with a good one.”

“Is Gareth ok? Are we going to play tonight?”

“Well these are two very different questions and I’ll give you two very different answers. First no, Gareth is still at the hospital and they are not going to let him leave his room, he just got his appendix perforated and it’s not a joke.”

Eddie lets himself slip toward the floor dramatically “Fuck. We are screwed.”

“But…” she continues, helping him up “You must go back because Corroded Coffin are going to play tonight!”

Eddie’s eyes widen “You didn’t.”

Chrissy smirks “I did.”

“How the hell did you find a drummer with such a short notice? Is he good? Does he know our songs?”

“He is quite good. We are very lucky because his tour just ended and he seems to know at least some of your songs.”

“Some?”

“He is good Eddie, you will be really pleased with him, I’m sure of it.”

Eddie hugs her so tight that he almost hears the bones in the girl's body cracks “Sorry, sorry. You are a magician Chrissy! I don’t know how you made it but it’s the greatest news ever! I would have been so pissed if we had had to cancel the last date of our concert and rescheduled!”

“I know, that’s why I insisted. The drummer wasn’t really convinced at the beginning, but you know me! I worked my magic and now it’s downstairs to rehearse with Frank and Jeff.

“Without me?” the metalhead asks, offended.

“You are the one crying on the roof, not my fault.” Chrissy replies with a sweet smile.

“The face of an angel and yet you are so cruel! I was mourning! Didn’t you notice?”

“Oh, I noticed, as I noticed all the cigarette buts on the floor.”

“Promise me you will not say to Murray that I smoked.”

“Pinkie promise.” She replies with a smirk, and Eddie feels there is something he is missing, but he is so excited to have a temporary drummer that he doesn’t ask any questions and runs toward the stage.

The new drummer is turned toward the boys but he seems familiar.

“Hey, Ed! Have you seen the new drummer Chrissy got us?”

The boy turns and Eddie’s blood turns into ice “Harrington?”

The chestnut boy winks at him “Hey, Munson. Chrissy told me you needed a drummer.”

Eddie turns toward Chrissy who is laughing behind the papers that she is holding.

“Do you care to explain, Cunningham?”

“Well, Different Twins last tour date was yesterday and they were still in town, so I asked a favor to a friend.”

“Which friend?” Eddie knows that Chrissy has a crush on the blond singer and guitarist of the duo, but she knows that he is not indifferent to the pretty drummer either.

“Is it important? I got you a drummer, isn’t that what you wanted?”

Even if Different Twins play pop music Eddie has seen Harrington play more than once and he is definitely capable of repeating a song just after one listening so Eddie is pretty sure that he will nail it; the problem is Eddie: will he be able to concentrate on the music and not on the drummer?

“I fucking hate you, Cunningham.” he murmurs between his teeth.

“Nah, you love me. Now go and do what you do best!”

Eddie raises an eyebrow “Make a fool out of myself?”

“Play!” she replies, pushing him toward the stage.

“Well, I think that the boys already told you about our songs’ setlist, right?” Eddie asks, getting on stage.

Steve nods “Yeah. We were talking about the last song. I was proposing to play Running Up the Hill.” He says making a bun with his hair and fixing it with a pen.

“Sorry?”

“Running Up The Hill, your version of the song.”

Eddie shakes his head “We usually close with our version of Sweet Dreams.”

“Yeah, I know it, but it sounds like an easy choice. I mean… don’t you want everyone to leave the concert still pumped? It’s your concert, so it’s your choice but…”

“We haven’t played it in so long.” Jeff intervenes, looking at Eddie “I’d like to play it again. What do you say?”

Eddie glares at Jeff, he just put him in a difficult position “That’s not what we decided…”

“Come on! It will be fun!” Frank insists and Eddie sighs.

“Ok, ok, but we have to rehearse it at least a couple of times, ok?”

That’s how Eddie finds himself close to Steve, watching his every movement and finding them impeccable.

“You are good.” Eddie tells him, offering some water.

“Were you worried?” Steve asks amused.

“A bit? Sorry, but it’s our last tour concert and I didn’t want to fuck it up.”

“I get it, I’m the pretty boy who plays pop music, aren’t I?”

Eddie can’t deny that he was thinking these very same words so he simply shrugs whispering “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. I guess you’ll have to offer me a beer.”

“What for?”

“For being rude?” Steve replies sticking his tongue out.

That’s not what Eddie was expecting from him, he was expecting a preppy rich kid who would have reminded him that he comes from a rich family and is a talented multi-instrumentalist, but instead, he simply asked for a beer and stuck his tongue out like a five-year-old.

When they get on stage Steve is wearing a blue tank top that shows all his constellations of moles and Eddie has to try his hardest not to get too fixed on the drummer during the concert, even if his eyes find Steve’s more time than not.

“So, how do you like him?” Jeff asks Eddie when they get backstage after the concert.

“He is good.”

“I’m sure he is good at many things…” he whispers with a wink, but Eddie can’t reply because Steve is waiting for him.

“If I’m not wrong you still owe me a beer, right?”

Eddie turns toward Jeff to ask him if he wants to join them, but somehow both he and Frank have vanished into thin air.

“Well, it seems it’s just me and you, big boy.” Eddie concludes “My place?” he asks and the smile Steve gives him tells him all he needs to know.

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welldonebeca · 2 months

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The Groupie (III)

Summary: When Team Free Will, your favourite band, stopped by your town, you decide to make the night memorable by visiting their tour bus. And then you are found. (And fucked.) Pairing: TFW (Sam, Dean, Castiel) x F!Reader. WC: 1.6k words Warnings: Smut. Tension. Dirty talking. Fingering. A bit of exhibitionism. Foursome. Degrading kink. Oral sex. Anal sex. Vaginal sex. Overstimulation. Aftercare. Fluff.

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The boys laid you down on the bed and held your ass up as Dean lied with you.

"Sammy's gonna prep your pretty ass, okay?" he cooed, petting your hair. "Make sure you can fit him fine and comfortably."

You nodded and moaned when you felt lube being spread on your hole.

"My little brother is very big," he kissed your neck. "We don't want to hurt you."

You searched for his lips and Dean obliged, cradling your chin as he did, and gasped when they moved you, picking you up for a moment before Castiel sat in front of you and pulled you to his lap.

"Comfortable, drippy whore?" he asked sweetly.

You nodded, feeling his hard cock against your pussy, and he placed a soft kiss on your lips.

"Look down for me, okay?" he instructed, sweet.

You did and found him reaching for his own cock, already wrapped in a condom and shiny with lube.

"Gotta be safe," Castiel hummed, raising your chin to you would look at his eyes, and you gasped when felt the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. "Fuck, so wet, baby..."

"Come over here, Sammy," Dean called to his brother. "Gotta show our little slut that we are keeping her safe."

Sam walked to your side, taking your hand to his long shaft, and you rested your head on Castiel's shoulder, watching his cock, already with a condom on.

You placed a little kiss on the head and he moaned, petting your hair before moving behind you.

"You're such a good girl, taking our cocks," he teased the entrance of your ass.

The two pushed themselves into you together, nearly at the same time and in near perfect synch.

Maybe they had done it before, fucking someone together.

Was it weird that it was the hottest thing you could think of?

Castiel reached for your clit, and you almost went cross eyed at the feeling.

"Look at you," Dean chuckled, pushing his fingers into your hair. "Feels good, hm? Being stuffed full?"

You whined, nodding as the two men under you filled you and filled you.

"Looks so pretty," Dean licked his lips. "Fuck, want to take a picture of you so bad, baby..."

You moaned, and he shook his head to himself, reaching for his cock, and you opened your mouth obediently, knowing where it was supposed to go.

"That's it, open a little more for me, princess," he commanded sweetly.

Dean's thick cock was even warmer when you took it in, and you could taste the salty precum on your tongue as you felt the long, thick vein grazing it as he slid into your mouth.

"Good drippy whore," Castiel grunted. "You got every single hole filled now, just like you wanted."

You whined, already losing any resemblance of logic. All there was, was cock. Dean's cock, Sam's cock, Cas's cock... just their cocks, filling you, fucking you and using you.

They moved, thrusting shallowly and very carefully.

It was nearly overwhelming.

The boys were everywhere, filling and stretching, pleasing and playing.

There were hands on your tits, fingers rubbing your clit, another brushing back your hair and tugging on it...

Fuck, you were going to cum.

You moaned around Dean's cock, and the boys held you as you came, shaking through your orgasm.

"Fuck," Castiel hissed, fucking you hard. "Feel so fucking good, baby whore."

"Squeezing all our cocks," Sam moaned. "Perfect ass."

"And pussy," Castiel affirmed, and the fingers on your pussy moved faster.

"And mouth," Dean added.

They fucked you deep, deep in your ass, deep in your pussy and deep in your throat, and you could only moan as you worked on taking them dutifully.

"You got the best girl for us, Cas," Dean pushed his fingers into your hair. "Perfect little cock whore."

Castiel, moved a hand to your face, caressing your cheek.

"She came to me," he looked at your face. "Threw her panties right at me, showed me her tits..."

"And what a beautiful pair of tits they are," Dean chuckled.

Sam moved his hand to your tits and pinched your nipples.

"Horny little drippy whore," he sucked a bruise on your neck.

Castiel pushed his hips hard into you, and you came again, shaking uncontrollably under them, just letting yourself become a docile little cock sleeve for them.

"Gonna fucking keep you," Dean grunted, holding your hair, fucking your throat. "Take you around with us, what do you think, uh?"

You nodded.

Yes, please. You wanted them to keep you, to make your their little drippy whore.

Theirs and no one else's.

They could take you as they travelled around and could fuck you in the break room.

You could be their exclusive little groupie, with your holes ready and wet for them to fuck while travelling around your state.

It wasn't like you had anything better to do.

"Do you want that, drippy whore?" Castiel made you look at him. "To be ours?"

You nodded, whining.

Suddenly, though, Sam groaned, squeezing you tightly around your hips

"Fuck, gonna cum," his fingers held your hips in a bruising grip.

"Wait for us, Sammy," Castiel grunted, and you could feel his cock throbbing in you. By the way his face looked, you knew he wanted to cum too.

"Are you ready, drippy whore?" Dean growled, fucking your mouth. "Ready to become our cum dump?"

You nodded, and someone reached for your clit, circling and rubbing and driving you into another peak of your own.

It wasn't quite clear to you who came first. All of you moaned and cried and shook and came, loud and in synch, high and together in pleasure.

You coughed, trying not to choke on Dean's cock as you both came, and he was nice enough to pull away from your throat and just rest his cock on your tongue so that you couldn't breath, still squirting cum inside your mouth, salty and thick and warm.

He petted your hair, moving down to caress your cheek as you panted, and used his thumb to clean the corner of your mouth before pushing his thumb into your lips.

"Well done," he cooed. "Taking all my cum. I got you stuffed full, didn't I?"

You nodded and he looked down at the boys.

"Different from those two.

Castiel pulled out from inside you and Sam did the same, the two still hard as Dean pulled you to kneel on the bed.

"Someone needs to prize her safety, Dean," his brother exhaled and then kissed your cheek sweetly.

The boys moved away from you as Dean kissed your lips sweetly, and you let him lay you down on the comfortable, spreading kisses on your face as he peppered you with affections.

Soon, though, Castiel and Sam were back, the two moving to give you affection too.

"You did so well, baby girl," Sam spoke softly into your ear, brushing your hair gently with his fingers. "You were so good."

Dean moved away, giving space to his brother and mate.

You had relaxed between them when he came back with food and a bottle of water, along with another of juice.

"Eat, sweet girl," he told you.

You complied, biting down on the warm sandwich, and Sam kissed your temple.

"Good girl," he praised you. "You're so good for us."

Dean pushed sandwiches to the hands of his brother and friend, looking a little grumpy as he also ate, and just as you were done with the sandwich, he gave you a banana.

"Potassium for the muscles," he added.

You giggled, and Sam chuckled.

"Y/N, I introduce you to Mama Dean," he told you. "Always looking out for his little ducklings."

Dean scoffed.

"Shut up," he bit down on his banana. "And drink your water."

Sam smirked, drinking his water too, and Castiel kissed your shoulder.

"You took us very well," he praised you. "How are you feeling?"

You let yourself rest on him, and he caressed your middle softly.

"Alright," you assured him. "A little tired."

Castiel hummed a bit and you chuckled.

"I don't think I'm going to be able to walk tomorrow."

How were you supposed to get back home?

Well, to be honest, you didn't even really want to go.

"You can stay the night," Dean offered. "If you want."

You perked up, looking at him and then the other two.

"Are you sure?" you asked. "I don't want to bother."

"You don't," Castiel assured you. "Trust me, you would know if you did."

You giggled a little, and then looked at Sam, and he kissed your cheek.

"We want you here, sweet girl," he assured you. "We can give a ride home tomorrow."

"Or..." Dean sat down.

You turned to him, and the boys exchanged a few looks.

It was Castiel who reached for you, caressing your stomach and the vale between your breasts.

"Maybe you want to come with us?"

Your eyes widened and your mouth fell open as you started at them in shock.

"Really?" you asked.

It was a fantasy coming to life.

"We can get your things," Sam offered. "Pack up everything that is important and you can come with us. There's plenty of space here for you."

Dean kissed your neck as Castiel kissed your hand, and you were just surrounded and enveloped by them.

"Travel around the state with us," Dean offered. "Be pampered all around and watch all of our shows..."

Castiel moved, kneeling in front of you and kissing your knee.

"What do you say?" he asked. "Come with us."

. . .

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Under star-lit skies - Moon/Sun x reader part 1

Okay so I started writing this cuz my obsession for Sun and Moon came back since I keep getting posts and fanart of them so here is the first part of the fanfic you can read it on Ao3 linked in my bio :3c

it was one of those days, one where you and your class had to go to a stupid location outside of town. You weren’t eager about it since you preferred being closed in the confinement of your dorm room, but an outing was necessary even for you. You got up from your bed unwillingly and started getting dressed, some sweatpants a t-shirt and a hoodie on top, was pretty easygoing and comfortable for a day out.

you weren’t sure where you were going until it came into focus, the Freddy Fazbear Pizzaplex for some reason you weren’t going to question it since your school did choose some random places all the time, not caring if it’s educational or not, but you guessed it was because of the way the pizzaplex was built, could be really interesting or maybe how the animatronics worked. You all went into the pizzaplex being greeted by some basic-looking bots holding maps

“Take a map, take a map,,

you take one and look the other way a little creeped out, you hope those poor things weren’t sentient like the bigger ones otherwise this would’ve been fucked up. The tour starts then, going around the entire pizzaplex from Gator golf to Roxy raceway, it was pleasant meeting the big animatronics in charge of entertainment. Roxy, in charge of Roxy Raceway, was a wolf animatronic with long grey hair and a puff of green in the front, while Gator Golf was attended by Monty, an alligator-like animatronic with icon star-shaped sunglasses, he was pretty cool. Then you arrived at the star of the gang Freddy Fazbear himself, he was a nice bear animatronic with a little top hat on his head and an iconic earring on his left ear. He waved at everyone with a happy smile on his face, you waved back catching his attention, noticing you he winked at you also doing finger guns, you smiled and blushed a little bit at that (blushing over an animatronic? Are you okay??)

You then arrived at your last stop, the Superstar Daycare. It was a place full of kids, also full of toys and arts&crafts stuff (of course like the name said it was a daycare) but something caught your eye, the animatronic that was attending the children, it was a jester-like robot with a sun for a head that could spin around when it wanted to

“Hello everyone! I am Sun! the daycare attendant I hope you guys had a lovely tour so far!,,

he says lively his rays on his head spinning around happily, Sun huh? (ironic isn’t it) You were fascinated by him, he was really, pretty? I guess you could call him pretty.

When you got back to your dorm you picked up your laptop right away and started doing research on Fazbear Entertainment, finding a lot of weird stuff about some lawsuits and shit like that, you didn’t care you went on to look if the pizzaplex out of town was looking for a job, you really needed one and that was a big place so maybe they did need some human personal, you were also hoping you’d get to work near or in the daycare, you wanted to know more about Sun. Thinking about that you looked up the Superstar Daycare for some more information and found yet another lawsuit about the daycare this time, you read through it.

“my son was traumatised by your stupid daycare attendant and can’t sleep with the lights off anymore, whatever that thing did to him. You should decommission it right away it is not safe for children,,

you scrunch up your nose at that, because there is no way this person was talking about Sun seemed like a nice guy! So you did more research finding out the animatronic they were talking about was not Sun, but an animatronic called Moon, he was the nap time attendant and apparently, they were two separate animatronics, which intrigued you even more.

Doing even more research you find out they were actually looking to hire someone, it didn't say in which position but you weren't one to complain about stuff like that so you wrote an email and sent it, you weren't expecting a reply right away so you decided to go to bed.

It was dark, and something was bothering you but you couldn't put your finger on it, you found yourself in a jungle gym of some sort crumbled up like a pretzel, you started moving in front of you or what you thought was in front of you, while moving you could hear some sort of music, like a soft melody getting closer and closer until it stopped, you stopped as well, looking around now trying to understand where you were.

clang.

BOOM.

You wake up in your bed full of sweat and your heart beating super fast, you get your phone from your nightstand only to see it is 2 am, you definitely can't sleep after this weird ass nightmare you just add so you decide to start scrolling through social media. Before you get the chance to do that tho you get a notification from your emails, saying that Fazbear Entertainment sent a reply to your email, accepting your application!

You get up to do a little victory dance happy for it to begin.

tomorrow is another day.

this is how they will look in the fanfic since they are separate animatronics here the one in the middle is my persona ignore them I insert myself in every fandom I go in lol!!

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coneyislandbabey · 1 year

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the boys are back in town. -> g.dunne

WARNINGS: canon typical profanities and drug use

SYNOPSIS: The Six are back in Pittsburgh during the Numbers tour, and Graham runs into his high school crush. word count: 6,810

NOTES: okay babes this fic is finally here 😭 I hope it doesn't flop and that you love it! The idea was inspired by the Thin Lizzy song of the same name :)

The afternoon sun stretching bright and golden across Pittsburgh looked just as Graham remembered it, a boyhood summer day snatched up from the past and deposited into the present of his life. Sliding into a booth at Dino’s Bar and Grill with the rest of the band, he felt a strange blend of nostalgia and new experience. Ever since the Numbers tour had been arranged, Graham had been looking forward to the Pittsburgh show, to getting to go back home for a few days, as well as the added privilege of getting to show home to Karen and Daisy.

“I really never thought I’d say this, but it’s good to be back,” Eddie said, settling into his seat. He was wearing the same satisfied smile that Graham was sure rested on his own face.

“For a few days, at least,” Billy nodded. Even he was in a more agreeable mood than usual, a sure sign that the rose-tinted nostalgia of memories had washed over him, too. There was something sweet and satisfying about coming back to the place where it all started after reaching success. It was a penance paid, a duty fulfilled to the home that had cared for them, nurtured them into all the things they became.

A waitress came to the table, sandy hair tied back in a long braid falling to her waist, a weary expression on her face, and took everyone’s drink orders before flitting onto the next table. Eddie was pointing out the window across the street, showing Karen an alley that led to an abandoned lot where they often used to get high. Graham settled back in his seat, taking in the conversation and the warm atmosphere and the usual excitement of an afternoon preceding a show.

“No fucking way,” Warren said suddenly across from him, sitting up straighter to get a better look at something across the restaurant. “No way we run into (y/n) fucking (l/n) while we’re here.”

Eddie paused his conversation, eyes widening as he looked in the same direction as Warren. Graham valiantly fought the urge to whip his head around to look, his cheeks tinged pink.

“Who is that?” Daisy asked, turning around to look with a detached interest.

“Oh, only the girl that Graham here had a crush on for basically all his life,” Eddie responded, a teasing grin on his face.

“It was not all my life!” Graham insisted, feeling his cheeks go redder.

“It was a good chunk of it,” Billy responded, looking at his brother fondly. “Had to be all the way back in eighth grade when you started talking about her all the time at home.”

“Sweet,” Karen said, smiling at him.

“She’s real pretty,” Daisy said, raising her eyebrows at him suggestively. Finally, Graham couldn’t resist anymore, and he slowly turned his head to find you in the building. You were standing all the way on the other side of the room, but he recognized you right away. You were wearing the Dino’s waitress uniform, a wine red dress that fell just above your knees with a white apron tied around your waist, hair pulled away from your face, jotting down a table’s order. Graham felt his stomach swoop at the sight of you; he couldn’t believe you incited the same reaction in him now that you did back in high school.

“You should go talk to her, man,” Warren suggested brightly.

“Yeah, you never know when’s the next time we’ll be in town,” Eddie agreed.

Graham shook his head fervently, firmly keeping himself from looking back at you again. “No, no, she’s at work and it’s really busy in here. I don’t wanna bother her.”

“Oh, come on–” Daisy started, and Graham was grateful when she was cut off by their own waitress coming back to take down their dinner orders. By the time she left, something else had caught the table’s attention, and he was safe from being interrogated about his boyhood crush any longer.

After the check is paid, and everyone has filed out of the booth, ready to get out to the car, Graham was still thinking of you. Covertly, he had tried to sneak glances at you throughout the meal, hoping that you would come to his side of the restaurant, notice the table, and drop by to say hello of your own accord. But the restaurant was so busy you stayed firmly in your section, frazzled and flitting back and forth between tables like a hummingbird.

He knew he would regret it forever if he didn’t talk to you while he was in Pittsburgh. Eddie was right, none of them knew when they would be in Pittsburgh next, and who knew if you would even be in town the next time he was. He should count his lucky stars about the coincidence of the two of you being in the same place at the same time.

“Uh, you guys go, I’ll meet you outside in a minute,” Graham said as the group approached the door.

Warren looked back at him, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “Alright, man. Good on you.” Graham rolled his eyes as they left, turning around to scan the room for you. He found you at the bar, leaning on the wooden surface to write something down. It was the first time that whole evening where you hadn’t been running around, and he figured it was now or never.

As he was standing rooted to the same spot attempting to work up the courage to just walk over, someone called his name.

“Graham Dunne, is that you?” His head shot up and you were looking at him, a surprised smile gracing your face. His heart stumbled over itself and he fought the urge to press a hand to his chest. Instead, he returned the smile, striding over to you and trying his best to project an easy confidence that he did not feel.

“Hi, (y/n), how are you?” he asked, leaning on the counter across from you. You tucked your notepad back in your apron, giving him your full attention.

“Well, right now I’m exhausted, but overall I’m good,” you laughed. “What about you, Graham? What are you doing back eastward?”

“I’m glad to hear you’re good,” he responded earnestly, and your smile widened at that. “We’re on tour right now, actually. Playing a home show tonight.”

“Oh, how nice! Bet it feels good to come show off your talent for the home crowd.”

“I can’t lie, it really does,” Graham laughed. “What have you been up to the last few years?”

“I’m putting myself through college! I’m pre-law over at UChicago,” you explained. “In the summers I work here, and all that money goes to tuition, of course. It’s a nice job, though, Dino’s like family and he always makes sure I get my fair share of the tips.”

“UChicago, wow,” Graham said, letting out a low whistle. “I always knew you’d go to some prestigious college. You were the smartest kid in our year.”

“Oh, I don’t know about all that,” you replied, waving the compliment away. Graham was pleased to see the shade of your cheeks deepend with blush. You looked down, brushing a few stray hairs back behind your ears. Graham watched the movement of your elegant hands, couldn’t help but notice the way your thick eyelashes kissed your cheeks when you looked down.

“Hey, what do you say to coming to our show tonight?” Graham asked, wishing immensely that he had all evening to stand at this counter and ask you about every detail of your life since the last time he’d seen you. He sensed your hesitation and spoke again. “Really, it’d be great. You could say hello to the rest of the guys. I promise we put on a good show.”

“Alright then,” you smiled, and Graham couldn’t help but grin as well. “But it better be a really good show.”

“For you? It’ll be our best of the tour,” Graham said seriously. “I’ll put your name in at the box office, okay? The show starts at nine.”

“Okay, Dunne. I’ll see you later,” you said. Someone called your name from the kitchen, and you sent a small wave his way before disappearing through the swinging doors.

You felt ridiculous.

Standing in front of your vanity, you smoothed the fabric of your dress again, fussing with the sleeves and your hair. You picked up your mascara, swiping another coat over your lashes for good measure. God, you couldn’t believe how nervous you felt about seeing Graham Dunne again. Graham Dunne– making you nervous! It felt like high school all over again. Actually no, it felt worse than high school, because the guy had really come into himself, filled out and confident in a way he never had been in high school.

You were surprised that he even remembered you enough to strike up conversation earlier, let alone invite you to his band’s show. In high school you had been friendly enough with Graham, but looking back, you definitely spent more time talking with his other friends than with the boy himself. He was reserved, a little shy and easily flustered. You always thought it was cute. You didn’t think that Graham had spent much time thinking about you, though. Maybe you were wrong about that, after all.

Before you can make yourself late by fussing too much over your appearance, you step into your shoes and grab your bag, avoiding looking at yourself in any of the mirrors in the house on the way out lest you get distracted. The venue wasn’t far so you decided to walk, taking in the fresh summer evening air and the feeling of anticipation that had been steadily building in your stomach. As you got closer to the venue, you began to spot other people who were clearly going to the show, hair long and wild, outfits far more elaborate than one would usually find in Pittsburgh on a summer night. A few were even wearing The Six t-shirts, and you felt a strange flush of pride whenever you saw one. You loved thinking about those boys you had known in high school, lanky and awkward but working so hard toward their dreams, having actually achieved all they wanted.

You approached the box office, smiling politely at the bored looking attendant. When he finally looked up and noticed you standing there, you gave him your name.

He slid a ticket across the counter and said, “There was a note left with the ticket, you’ve been invited backstage after the show. Enjoy.”

“Oh! Well, thank you,” you responded, holding the ticket tightly in both hands and trying to hide your surprise. You felt your cheeks flush with pleasure, and chastised yourself for acting like a smitten child just because an old friend was extending a kindness to you. Really, it was so ridiculous that he was having such an effect on you, considering he wasn’t even near you at the moment.

As you walked into the venue, your eyes idly perused your ticket, and your surprise doubled to see that it was about as close to the stage as you could get. On your way to your seat, you stopped at the bar to buy your overpriced drink of choice, growing more excited about seeing Graham by the minute. In fact, you were excited by the mere act of being at a rock show; it felt as though it had been centuries since you last got out of the house to do something fun.

The opener of the show was Daisy Jones, a woman you knew nothing about but ended up enjoying her music immensely. She had a raw, magnetic energy on the stage, and a voice that silenced all else and commanded total attention. By the time the Six took the stage, you were a little drunk off of your overpriced drink and discovering that you really loved the atmosphere of rock shows. This was definitely helped by the fact that the Six were really fucking good. Watching them play, you couldn’t believe that you had never gotten around to listening to either of their albums, especially considering you knew them from back in the day. You had already resolved to hit up the record store before your shift tomorrow and pick them both up.

Billy was an enigmatic front man, of that there was no argument, but you couldn’t pry your eyes from Graham. You were standing right in front of where he was positioned on stage, and from your vantage point could take in every detail of him as he played. He had complete, intoxicating command of the guitar, playing so effortlessly that he would have looked bored if not for how clearly he was enjoying himself. By the end of the set he was sweaty and exhausted, his chestnut curls sticking to the pale skin of his neck, but you swore you had never seen him look so alive, so himself in the years you’d known him.

After the encore, you squeezed your way through the crowd toward backstage, where a large and intimidating bouncer was guarding the entryway. A crowd of other fans jostled you around as they tried to find a way back, but you made your way, determined, through them, giving your name to the bouncer and telling him what the box office attendant had told you hours ago. He consulted his list and, without a word, moved to the side to let you through.

Graham spotted you a few minutes after the gig ended, standing in the chaos of backstage and looking unsure of yourself. Really, he had spotted you as soon as the set started, eyes going straight to the seat he knew he’d reserved a ticket for, and had needed to look away almost immediately because you looked so beautiful it was distracting him and he almost missed the first few notes of the opening song. Throughout the rest of the gig he snuck glances at you, pleased and exhilarated when he found your eyes already on him every single time. He was over the moon that you actually decided to show up; his entire evening had been spent worrying about whether you thought his offer was serious or not, or if you would decide seeing him again wasn’t worth the late night.

“(y/n)!” he called and your gaze snapped his way, a broad smile growing on your face as your feet propelled you towards him. When you reached him, your arms wrapped him in a tight hug, not caring that he was warm and sweaty and still heaving from the exertion of the show. His arms circled you in return, and he had half a mind to be embarrassed about how totally he lit up in your presence. But none of his bandmates were there to tease him at the moment, so he leaned into your touch, letting the goofy grin take over his face completely.

“That was fucking amazing!” you gushed as soon as you pulled away. “I mean, I always knew you guys were talented, but what I just heard? Above and fucking beyond, Graham! I’m so proud of you guys.”

Graham was having a hard time focusing on what you were saying. Your hair was messy from dancing and your cheeks were flushed a valentine red and you were starting to make him feel exactly like you did back in high school.

“Thanks, sunshine, that really means a lot coming from someone who’s known us since before the beginning,” Graham said. That really means a lot coming from you, he wanted to say, because your word used to be akin to gospel to me and I’m thinking that it still is. The fact I still mean something to you and that you have something to praise about me feels like a prayer answered.

“Well, you’ve certainly grown a long way from the boy I used to know,” you said, smile slipping shyly, “the rockstar thing suits you, Dunne.”

“Glad you think so,” he grinned. “Hey, let’s head back to the green room, I want to introduce you to Karen and Daisy.”

“Oh yes, I’m dying to meet them,” you agreed, and when Graham, a little flustered, offered you his elbow like a gentleman might, you slipped your hand into the crook of it without hesitation. You head back to the green room together, which was already filled with the other band members and several people you didn’t recognize, the afterparty already in full swing. Graham led you first to where the blonde keyboardist was sitting, speaking to an older guy in a ridiculous pair of glasses.

“Guys, I’d like you to meet (y/n), she’s an old friend from high school,” Graham said, catching the attention of the pair. He turned to you, saying, “This is Karen, our keyboardist, as you know, and Rod, our tour manager.”

“Nice to meet you both,” you smiled. “Karen, you were seriously badass on stage.”

“I like her already,” Karen said, smirking at Graham. “Nice to meet you, too, (y/n), I hope you’ve been having fun.”

“How could I not be?” you asked, smile growing wider.

“(l/n)! Hey, great to see you!” Before you could register the voice, two hands had clapped your shoulders, squeezing. You turned around to see the grinning face of Warren Rojas, a little more grown looking and way more into vests than he was when you used to toke up together after school.

“Warren!” you matched his enthusiasm, squeezing him in a hug. “You fuckin’ killed it up there! I’m so glad I got to see it.”

“We’re glad you’re here, man. How’ve you been? I heard from Graham that you’re putting yourself through college?” You blinked, momentarily thrown for a loop. Graham was talking about me? Oh, god, you felt more and more like a sixteen year old with a study hall crush with every minute that went by.

“Yeah, I am! It’s not as glamorous as being a rockstar, but I’m really excited about the future,” you responded, and Warren laughed.

“I’m happy for you, man. You always deserved to chase down your dreams.” You thanked him and he swept you into another hug before disappearing into the room. Before you could turn back to Graham, you saw Eddie Roundtree heading your way with their fire-haired opener, Daisy.

“Roundtree! It’s good to see you again,” you greeted, hugging him as he arrived in front of you.

“You too, (y/n). I’ve heard you’ve been doing big things for yourself,” Eddie said, and you felt yourself blush at yet another allusion to Graham talking about you with the band. “This is Daisy Jones; Daisy, this is an old school friend of ours, (y/n) (l/n).”

“I’ve heard a lot about you,” the girl said conspiratorially, surprising you by pulling you into a hug.

“Good things, I hope,” you joked. “You were mesmerizing on stage tonight, Daisy, really.”

She smiled, ducking her head at your compliment. When she looked up she addressed you and Graham, who was still a warm and solid presence at your side. “Oh! You two, come do a line with us.”

She jutted her head back towards a table, where Karen was cutting white powder into a row of neat lines.

“Oh, I better not. Early shift tomorrow morning,” you said apologetically.

“A drink, at least!” Daisy said, waving off your words.

“Okay, fine,” you conceded, laughing. “But just one, I’m already a little drunk from what I had during the show.”

“I can get her drink, you go do your thing,” Graham offered, gesturing to the table. Daisy made no arguments, sitting down next to Karen and pulling a dollar bill out of her pocket, rolling it tightly. You followed Graham over to a different table, where a few handles of booze and some beer were situated.

Graham picked up a cup and turned to you, brow raised. “What’s your poison?”

“Whiskey,” you responded confidently, earning a surprised sound from the man.

“Didn’t peg you as a whiskey kind of girl,” he hummed, pouring some of the amber liquid into two cups, before handing one to you.

You accepted it, taking a sip without grimacing. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Dunne.”

I want to sit in one spot and listen to you talk until there’s nothing I don’t know about you, Graham thought, a little dizzy. The sly smirk you aimed his way as you said those words had gone straight to his head. He said, “Apparently so, sunshine.”

Soon enough, the venue was getting ready to close and the afterparty moved to the tour bus, where even more booze and different kinds of drugs were produced out of seemingly nowhere. You squished into one of the slim couches, Graham sitting on one side and Warren on the other.

Graham had his arm slung over the back of the couch, and you were pressed right into his side, skin touching from shoulder to knee. He knew it was more about the lack of space on the couch and in the tour bus in general than anything else, but the contact still lit him completely on fire. The night was growing old, and Graham was growing pliant from the weed and booze he’d been consuming for the last few hours, and looking at you, he wasn’t sure he could trust himself not to turn into a complete and total buffoon. Already his eyes were lingering a little too long on your lips every time you spoke, his responses a few beats too late because he was getting so distracted just by looking at you, listening to the gentle cadence of your voice.

You said something, and Graham didn’t quite catch it, too lost in his thoughts.

“Graham? You in there?” you questioned, jokingly waving a hand in front of his face. “What’re you thinking about?”

Graham took you in; your soft lips, brought up into the gentle curve of a smile, the humor that brightened your eyes, the way your hair had frizzed slightly in the humidity, the single strands catching in the light.

“You know, I had a crush on you in high school,” he blurted before his mind could catch up with his mouth. Fuck. Idiot. He watched the surprise color your features as his words registered, bracing himself for the awkward turn the conversation was sure to take.

“You did?” you asked, and your voice was all curiosity, no judgment, no disgust, no immediately lifting to your feet to escape him. Graham steadied a bit.

“Yeah,” he confirmed. “I can’t believe you didn’t know. I didn’t think I was doing a good job of hiding it.”

“You barely talked to me Graham,” you laughed. “You were shy. Around me, at least. I thought it was cute.”

Graham nearly choked on his own saliva. “You thought I was cute?”

“Sure I did,” you shrugged. “I might have been harboring a little crush on you myself, come to think of it.”

“What, you mean I had a chance with you in high school?” he asked, mind whirring. Immediately after, he felt like smacking himself in the forehead for the bluntness of his question. It had sent you into a dizzying peal of laughter, though, and he would happily embarrass himself a dozen times over to hear that again.

“If you had ever worked up the courage to ask, I would have said yes,” you nodded, watching the range of emotions that passed over his face in sheer amusement.

“And what if I asked now? Would I still have a chance?” Graham felt like someone else had taken the wheel in his brain, like someone else’s mouth was forming the words. He couldn’t believe he actually had the nerve to ask.

“I suspect my answer would still be the same.”

“Well then, (y/n), we’re here for a few days before our next stop on tour, and I’d like to take you out on a proper date, if you’ll let me,” Graham said, commending himself for getting the whole sentence out without stumbling over any words.

“I would love that, Graham,” you said, that brilliant smile of yours overtaking your face. “And I think I know where we should go. Meet me out front of the show venue tomorrow evening at seven?”

“Okay, yes,” Graham nodded enthusiastically. “Out front of the venue at seven.”

At five minutes to seven the next evening, Graham arrived in front of the venue. The sun was still bright in the deep blue sky, the promise of a warm evening and a humid night hanging in the air. He idled near the wall, looking up and down the street for you and trying to keep the nervous energy to a minimum. He had imagined getting to take you out dozens of times back in high school, when he was still a shy, quiet kid and you were a dream impossibly out of reach. Several times over the course of the day, he managed to convince himself that he’d made up last night’s conversation, that you never agreed to a date. Why would you? In his head, Graham was still that same little boy. You brought out that old shy nervousness, and he didn’t know what to do with himself, or why that would endear you to him.

At seven on the dot you came around the corner, wearing a Led Zeppelin t-shirt with a little pair of denim shorts and big, tall leather boots. Your hair was loose, flyaway strands dancing across your face in the wind. Graham’s heart stumbled; he was sure that he’d never seen anyone so beautiful in his life.

“Punctual. I like that,” you grinned, stopping in front of him.

“Of course, I had to make a good impression on you,” he said and you laughed, rolling your eyes. Graham bent to greet you with a kiss on the cheek and a boyish grin.

“So, where are we going?” he asked, his curiosity getting the best of him.

“Dontcha trust me, Dunne?” you asked, arching a brow. “It’s a surprise.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he responded, hands raised in surrender. “You just lead the way, then.” Satisfied, you started down the sidewalk in the opposite direction from whence you came.

“I bought your records today, before work,” you told him as you went.

“Oh?”

“Yup, figured it was damn well time. Basically everyone in Pittsburgh owns them as a point of hometown pride, even the ones who didn’t have a crush on the guitarist in high school,” you said matter-of-factly.

Graham laughed, shaking his head. “Did you only buy them ‘cause you think I’m cute?”

“Oh that was a big factor,” you nodded seriously. “But actually I just really cannot deny your talent.”

As you walked on, you filled him in on something funny that happened during your shift earlier in the day, and he told you about how the rest of the band had teased him the whole time he was getting ready about finally getting a shot with you. Finally, you stopped in front of a familiar building with a kitschy facade, sporting the name ‘Miller Lanes’.

“Ta-da,” you shrugged sheepishly. “I figured some nostalgia was appropriate for the evening.”

Just the sight of the Miller Lanes sign brought Graham right back to teenagehood, when the neighborhood bowling alley had been the place to be on Friday and Saturday nights. On the rare weekends that the Dunne Brothers weren’t playing a wedding or prom or some other shit gig like that, they usually came in for a game. Graham could easily call to mind dozens of memories of seeing you there over the years, splitting milkshakes with your friends and laughing a lane or two over.

“Man, I almost forgot about this place,” he said, peering up at the sign. “Just so you know, I’m a terrible bowler.”

“Oh, so am I. That’s what makes it fun,” you assured him, extending your hand. He took it, and you led him inside. Inside, nothing had changed since the last time Graham had been there. Polished wood floors, red vinyl seats and shining chrome ball machines, paintings of bowling balls and pins on the walls. There was a bar in the center of the room, and he was almost certain that it was the same curmudgeonly man standing behind it, drying a glass, that had been there when he was in high school.

“You get us a lane, and I’ll go get some snacks?” you offered, and Graham nodded. He watched you trot over to the bar and strike up a conversation, even managing to get a smile out of the grouchy senior manning it. He set up a lane for the two of you, and a minute later you came back, balancing a pitcher of cheap beer in one hand and a towering plate of nachos in the other.

“I can’t believe you picked this place,” Graham said, unburdening you of the nachos and setting them down on the little table at your lane.

“I know, I picked it to surprise you,” you responded easily. “Ready for me to kick your ass at bowling?”

“I thought you said you were terrible, too!”

“I am! But I hate losing, so I won’t,” you said. Graham desperately wanted to tell you how cute he thought the look of determination that settled on your face was, but he held his tongue, figuring that wouldn’t go over well.

“Don’t bet your money on it, sunshine. I’m pretty competitive myself,” he said instead, sauntering over to pick his ball.

“We’ll see about that one.”

An hour went by in the blink of an eye, and all too soon most of the game was over. As promised, you both had bowled terribly, but you were beating Graham just marginally. Truthfully, he hardly noticed; he was too caught up in the way you looked under the dim glow of bowling alley lights, and the way your nose scrunched when you laughed (at his jokes!), and how funny your stories were, how charismatic your quips. You came up with witty comebacks to everything he said just as easily as you left him flustered, and he felt all turned around in a way that was brand new to him.

“Well, do you remember Jenny Cranston from school?” you asked, still laughing from the story Graham had just told. At his nod, you said, “She up and dropped out of college a few months ago to be a groupie for the Eagles! Can you believe it?”

“Isn’t Jenny Cranston the one who’s been telling everyone she’s going to be a doctor since we were ten?” Graham asked in disbelief.

“Yes, but that’s not even my biggest problem with it! I mean, why the Eagles of all the bands you can be a groupie for? If you’re gonna throw away all your dreams, pick someone more relevant!” Graham couldn’t help but laugh at how incensed you were over the whole thing.

You turned away from him for a moment to aim your ball down the lane, cheering when you managed to knock over four pins. You ran back over to Graham, peering up at the scoreboard, jumping and letting out a cheer when you confirmed for yourself that you won.

“In your face, Dunne! Told you I’d kick your ass,” you said triumphantly.

“I wouldn’t call winning by five points kicking my ass,” Graham argued, a fond smile on his face as he watched you celebrate.

“Oh, I would beg to differ, actually.”

“Well, in that case,” Graham said, dropping into a mocking bow. “Hats off to your majesty, queen of Miller Lanes.”

“Why, thank you,” you said haughtily, before dissolving into laughter. “Guess it’s time for you to be a gentleman and walk me home?”

“I guess it is,” he sighed, offering you his elbow again, just as he did after the show. And again, you happily slipped your hand into the crook of it, unable to avoid thinking about how right it all felt. Graham led you out of the building, turning down the sidewalk in the direction of your house.

The two of you walked in a comfortable silence for a while, taking in the nocturnal symphony of summer crickets and downtown traffic. A few blocks down, Graham stopped under a streetlight, turning to face you. You peered up at him, a silent question in your curious look.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you all night,” Graham said, the volume of his voice barely above a mutter.

“You should stop waiting and just do it,” you encouraged. Your face was open, eyes shining brightly under the streetlamp, skin cast in a bluish glow from the neon sign of a nearby storefront. You were more beautiful every time he looked at you, and he couldn’t puzzle out how you managed it.

He stepped forward, closing the distance between you, one hand coming to rest almost tentatively, nervously on your waist, the fingers of his other hand brushing against your jaw, drawing in to cup your chin. His heart was beating in his throat. It was ridiculous; Graham had had a girlfriend or two since he left Pittsburgh, and had messed around with his fair share of girls, but the simple prospect of getting to kiss you on the sidewalk after a first date had him more nervous than he’d even gotten before the release of his first album.

Gently, his lips brushed against yours, and you fisted your hand in his shirt, pulling him down closer to you, firmer. He responded in kind, breaking away from you for a second before surging forward to kiss you again, this time with much more fervor.

When you broke away he was grinning like an idiot, his baby blue eyes scrunched in the corners, and you knew in that moment that you would do anything in the world to see that bright, affectionate smile a million more times.

Breathlessly, Graham said, “Come on, we better get you home.”

“Ah, worried I’ll miss my curfew?” you joked as the two of you resumed walking.

“Actually, I’m the one with the curfew,” Graham laughed. “Billy and I are staying at our mom’s tonight. Makes me feel like I’m seventeen again.”

You laughed, leaning your head on Graham’s shoulder. “We better hurry then. Wouldn’t want to make Mrs. Dunne angry.”

“No, trust me, we would not,” he agreed, laughing with you.

Still, when you reached the sidewalk in front of your house, neither of you were quite ready for the night to end. You wandered forward, sitting down on the stoop and patting the concrete next to you for Graham to sit as well. He did as instructed, easing down next to you, leaning his weight on his arms.

You glanced down at his strong hands, splayed across the concrete and glowing pale and blue in the moonlight. The whole of Graham Dunne was glowing pale and blue in the moonlight– he looked like an angel. Your breath caught in your throat, and you resisted the urge to reach up and brush those soft curls out of his face.

“It’s a shame you’re leaving so soon,” you said, giving voice to the thought that had been plaguing both of your minds all evening. A perfect evening, the perfect person, but with a rapidly approaching expiration date. Tomorrow, Graham would leave with the rest of the band, moving on to their next tour date, and all you would be doing is working an afternoon shift at Dino’s, missing him with every thought not occupied by your job.

“It’s more than a shame,” Graham said softly. The thought of getting up tomorrow and getting on the tour bus, leaving you behind again after this kiss, this night that he could see easily becoming so much more, was absurd. The only thing more absurd would be for him to stay.

You yawned, cupping a hand over your mouth.

“It’s time for you to turn in for the night, I think,” Graham said softly.

You smiled apologetically. “I’d stay out here all night if I could, you know. But that damn job leaves me exhausted.”

“The lady needs her beauty sleep,” Graham said in return, standing up and offering you a hand. Even after you stood, he didn’t let go of your hand.

“Listen,” he started, scratching the back of his neck with his free hand. “The tour bus is leaving from my mom’s house tomorrow morning at eleven. Just– I just wanted you to know.”

He stopped just shy of asking you to come, worried that such a request would be too much, worried that this night hadn’t stirred quite as many feelings in your chest as it did for him. You squeezed his hand, smiling up at him.

“Thank you for a wonderful night, Graham,” you said, trying to convey all of your emotions with those simple words. “I can’t tell you how lucky I feel that you walked into Dino’s on my shift.”

“Believe me, I feel ten times luckier,” he said emphatically. He dipped his head down, pressing his lips to yours again. You wrapped your arms around his neck, tugging him closer, needing him as close as he possibly could be, even if just for a second. He captured your bottom lip between his, scraping it just barely with his teeth; your fingers looped into the curls at the base of his neck, tugging, immensely pleased with the low sound the action elicited out of Graham.

You broke away for a breath, foreheads resting against each other. Graham’s thumbs comfortably caressed the skin of your hips, easing up and under the hem of your t-shirt and back down again. Breathlessly, you said, “If you didn’t have a curfew, I’d take you upstairs.”

Graham groaned, closing his eyes. “Oh, don’t tell me that.”

You laughed, pressing up to kiss the corner of his mouth. “If only.”

“If only,” he agreed, fixing you with a look that you couldn’t quite parse. “Goodnight, sunshine.”

“Goodnight, Dunne. Get home safe.” Graham watched you walk up the stairs and unlock the door, making sure you got safely inside. Then he stood on the sidewalk outside your house for a minute more, gazing up at the second floor light that had turned on in your bedroom and wishing more than anything that he still had you in his arms. He wanted to knock on the door, call you back down to him. He wanted to make absurd proposals, ask you to quit your job and come on the road with him for the rest of the summer. He wanted you to ask him to stay, because he was sure that if you did, he would do it without question.

Instead, he turned and carried on down the road, towards home.

The next morning, Graham kissed his mother goodbye, shouldering his duffel bag and making his way back onto the tour bus. The very weight of his own bones felt heavier today– it had never felt harder for him to leave a place.

“Hey, Dunne!” Graham paused on the bus steps, turning around so quickly that he almost fell over. You were standing on the sidewalk, dressed in your Dino’s uniform with your hair pulled back, a bright, bittersweet smile on your face. He dropped his duffel bag in the aisle, trotting back down the steps to engulf you in a hug. “I couldn’t let you leave without a proper send-off, could I?”

Graham pulled away from the hug just enough to be able to look at your face. His voice was heavy, as bittersweet as your smile when he said, “I wish I had more time.”

You waved him off. “I’m not through with you yet, Dunne. I’ll be here the rest of the summer, and I’ll be back in Chicago for school in the fall. So, you know where to find me, and you better find me.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” he said.

“Promise?”

“Cross my heart.”

You grabbed either side of his face, pulling him down into a kiss. His grip tightened on your waist, but you pulled away before things could get any harder for both of you.

“Time for you to go,” you said softly, nodding toward the bus. Graham turned from you, climbing the stairs once again. You stepped back a safe distance from the curb, and waved at Eddie and Warren who had been unabashedly watching the events unfold from the window as the bus pulled out onto the street.

Just like that, Graham Dunne was gone from your life as fast as he’d crashed back into it.

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When Their Relationship Accidentally Goes Public |Straykids|

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Bangchan: ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

He loves wearing his wedding ring being proud to be able to be with you. Unfortunately for him, the company didn't allow him to wear the ring because it'll give away your relationship which wasn't a surprise to him. He hated having to take it off scared he might lose it and upset that he couldn't see it. The ring was something that helped him when he was nervous or on tour. He would usually let his nerves go when you would cuddle. When he's on tour and you aren't there it frustrates him because of how much he misses you. The ring made it feel like you were there to calm him down.

Well, when he went to do a live he forgot to take it off. He was exhausted but felt the need to go live since he hasn't in a while and forgot.

At first, no one noticed he hadn't lifted his left hand yet because he was holding his phone in that hand. It wasn't until he placed his phone down to rub his face trying to wake himself up more that the ring was exposed for the whole chat to see. That's when the comments flooded with questions. He suddenly got a call from Minho who was watching the live about what just happened. Chan froze as he went to check the chat. You looked at the screen from your apartment having the same look as Chan. He sighed the exhaustion and panic on his face. He decided to end the live and make a public statement later.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Minho: ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

He was in an interview and the interviewer was known for being pushy when it came to questions but he's managed to dodge those questions before. The stupid questions like Are any members dating what's their love life like. Unfortunately, he was too caught up in talking about a story Felix brought up to realize he accidentally mentioned you.

"Then the next day Felix and Y/n ate half the brownies that were just made" He laughed until Han tugged his shoulder and told him quietly about what he just said. He looked around seeing all eyes on him.

"This is so annoying" He mumbled staring ahead annoyed at himself knowing the next question that was about to happen.

"Who's this Y/n?" The interviewer asked more pushy than the other questions.

"I-" Minho sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. "My fiancé I wasn't planning on telling the world about it yet"

Han lightly smacked Minho's leg to stop his attitude. Minho just glared back waiting to apologize to you. He did give the interviewer a little more attitude in return no matter how many times Han told him to stop. He just really wanted to go home and tell you how sorry he was.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Changbin: ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

It wasn't exactly Changbin's fault. Changbin always got you flowers because in his book they always reminded him about how pretty you look. He usually avoids taking the flowers and sends them to your house but today he wanted to personally give you them. He thought his disguise would work. He was wearing all black and made sure to wear baggy clothes to avoid people noticing his figure. Unfortunately for him when he went to the counter to pay for the flowers it just so happened to be one of his fans. She immediately knew who he was by the sound of his voice. She squealed seeing her bias right in front of her.

"Oh my god! I can't believe I'm talking to Changbin!" She yelled happily as eye's ended up on him. He tried to quiet the enthusiastic girl by giving her an autograph from his photo card she carries around.

"Why are you getting flowers?" The fan asked now getting confused.

"Haha, how much are they?" He asked ignoring the question.

"Is it for a girl?" She asked starting to get a little jealous, great one of those fans.

"No for my mom," He said handing her the money.

"Your mom is in town?" She questioned. "Why aren't you with her?"

"Can I just have the flowers?" He said getting annoyed and nervous.

"So you do have a girlfriend," She said and secretly started recording.

"Will you give me the damn flowers if I say I do" He started growing angry rather than annoyed.

"Yes," She stated.

"Fine, I have a girlfriend happy?" He said as she smiled.

"Very, here are your flowers," She said handing him the bouquet.

He paid and walked down the street. He wasn't aware of the worker posting the conversation on Twitter. Once he made it to your apartment he didn't need to knock for the door to open.

"Hey baby" He smiled handing you the flowers

"Thank you" I smiled and let him inside. "How was practice?"

"It was fine we are almost perfectly in sync"

"That's good," I said as Changbin's phone rang.

"One second," He said before walking outside. "Hello?"

"Whatever person you were with recorded your conversation," Minho said over the phone.

"What do you mean?" He panicked.

"The cats out of the bag"

"Damn it" He sighed. "What do I do now?"

"I would talk to the company," Chan said taking over the phone. "I'm sure they'll understand."

"Yeah right," He mumbled.

"Play nice so you don't blow it" He heard Seungmin say from the background just to tease him.

"Your lucky I'm not at the dorms," Changbin said before hanging up now having to explain that you two needed to go to the company.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Hyujin: ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Hyujin loved having off which meant he could cuddle and watch different Kdramas with you. You both were watching Doctor Stranger together that week. You decide to make him a gift when he got back from practice. You made the bracelet one of the characters in the show makes for his lover so you decide to do the same. Hyujin was over the moon when you showed him the bracelet. He held out his wrist as you wrapped and tied the string together around his wrist. He keeps it on all the time even during interviews. He thought it was fine since Doctor Stranger came out in 2014 and wasn't that popular but boy was he wrong. When the interview started the interviewer kept looking at his wrist which was unusual. It wasn't until the interviewer realized what it was. That interviewer just so happened to interview the cast of Doctor Stranger. He should've done his research on who interviewed the cast but he would never imagine this interviewer would.

"That's the bracelet from Doctor Stranger correct?" He asked Hyujin who started to panic.

"It is" He chuckled nervously trying to cover it and looking over at Chan for help it's not that you minded if people found out it was more of his worries about how his fans would react.

"Well in the show one of the lovers gifts it to the other so does that mean you have a girlfriend?" The interviewer smiled tapping her note card finally getting something huge out of the interview. Hyujin's silence confirmed the fact that indeed he had a girlfriend.

"I thought we were here to talk about the comeback" Felix tried to joke around and avoid any more questions directed at Hyujin.

"Ah, so I'm sure the lucky lady was your inspiration for Case 143? That's cute" The lady was very pushy and Hyujin scooted close to Felix as he grew more and more anxious.

"I like Circus a lot I would say that's a popular one in our new album. It was really fun to shoot that's for sure" Chan said stalling the time the lady had with them it thankfully worked and the interview went back on track talking about songs and the concept rather than love life. Han patted Hyunjin's back to calm him down.

When the interview ended they all said bye before walking backstage. Hyunjin took a deep breath and thanked his members for helping him. Thanks to the popularity of that interview had more articles came out. They all focused on Hyunjin's actions until one fan on Twitter noticed in one of his selfies of a girl in a small mirror. It was indeed you in the small mirror that was barely visible. The tweet blew up and the whole internet had proof of his relationship. He was with you when he found out and you both talked it over and decided to tell everyone.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Han: ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

You were his stylist so no one thought much of it when you two would laugh together. You would hold his face with one cheek to do his makeup on purpose just to make him blush just a little and it worked almost every time. You also did that so you could calm him down if he was nervous while doing his makeup as well. Wherever he went you did which was a perk of being his stylist so the relationship worked well. When one of the boys would come over with the camera you pretended like you didn't just kiss his nose on "accident". You took longer on his makeup to spend more time but when you made the finishing touches you would send him on his way even if he didn't want to.

"I'll still be here when you get back" You whispered putting a small lip tint on his lips. "Have fun"

He would roll his eyes jokingly and go over to tease the other members. You smiled and watch him laugh with his members before going to talk to Felix's stylist. You needed to use the bathroom so when you were in the hall you happened to bump into your boyfriend. He quickly kissed your cheek seeing no one in the hallway and walk to the boy's bathroom. You rolled your eye smiling. Well unfortunately for you two the next day an article with a picture of him kissing your cheek blew up. Han paced around the dorms biting his nail.

"If I didn't kiss her cheek none of this would have happened," He said blaming himself.

He kept talking out loud about how worried he was about you possibly losing your job or getting too overwhelmed with hate that you end up breaking up or the company making him choose between his career or you. He started tearing up until Minho hugged him telling him everything would be alright.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Felix: ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Felix just wanted to make brownies with you since you haven't seen each other as much because of his comeback. You and Felix were making some brownies and flour was everywhere of course. You both were fooling around and instead of cleaning the flour up right away, you ate the remaining batter in the bowl. Even after the brownies were done you guys didn't clean up the flour as you wanted to taste your brownies. You guys laughed the whole time over trying to get a piece out. You guys were too busy fooling around to put butter in the pan so you could get the dessert out. In the end, you guys managed to eat half the pan despite struggling to get them out.

"You guys need to clean up," Seungmin said trying to grab a snack without stepping on flour.

"Sorry we'll get to it now," I said. "I'll go get some paper towels and soap."

"Alright I'll start the dishes," Felix said as you walked away.

"Felix what happened " Jeongin laughed holding a camera.

"Me and Y/n made brownies, She's going to get the paper towels and soap." Felix smiled he didn't see the camera Jeongin was holding. When Felix didn't hear a reply he looked back at Jeongin who looked scared.

"I'm live"

"What's wrong?" I walked in the camera on me now.

"I'll be going now," Jeongin said before awkwardly walking away still live.

"Everyone knows about our relationship now" Felix sighed. "I'm so sorry Y/n I understand if you don't want to be with me now but-"

"Don't say that I'll always be here even if everyone knows, no amount of hate will make me leave you."

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Seungmin: ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

I watched the boys make the music video cheering them in from the side. They all were focused and made sure everything was perfect. Once they were done Seungmin came up.

"What do you think?"

"I think you guys did amazing," I said.

"That's good as long as you like it," He said and grabbed my hand.

"Where are we going?"

"Back to the changing room"

"Seungmin I can't go and see you change"

"It'll be fine," He said and dragged me into the room.

"Just sit behind here" He grabbed one side of the curtain and pulled it covering my view of himself and the members. "See?"

"It's very stuffy in here"

"I won't take long," He said poking his head through. "Promise"

"Take your time talking to your members"

"I talk to them enough," he said earning a pillow to his head from Changbin.

"Hurry up"

"Fine fine bye"

"Bye," I smiled and watched him get ready. If I'm being honest I'm tired too. I laid down on the floor that wasn't that dirty. I turned on a YouTube video and accidentally fell asleep watching it.

"Seungmin acts so cute when Y/n's around," Han said teasing him making everyone laugh except Seungmin.

"It's not that funny" He rolled his eyes pulling his normal shirt on. "Plus she doesn't act like crack heads"

"Don't act like you don't" Minho said as he finished changing.

"Whatever I'm tired I'll meet you guys at the dorms," He said stretching. Everyone was done changing so he went over to the curtain and opened it up to see you sleeping with the video still playing.

He smiled and took out his phone to take a picture. He put the phone back in his pocket and shook you awake.

"What the hell" I whined putting my hand on my face.

"Let's go sleeping beauty," He said as he held his hand out for me to take.

"Done already?" I yawned.

"Yup," He said as you stood up.

"My back hurts"

"Probably because you were sleeping on the worst type of floor," He said as he tried getting the random stuff off your back. "You can come back to the dorms with me."

"Alright just know I'm not making any food if that's what you want me to do I'm too tired to make stuff."

"Not today, I just want to cuddle up and sleep"

"Sounds good," I said holding his hand as we walked to the car. "Let me drive"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah you need some rest too"

He just nodded as I got into the driver's seat of my car. Once he got in the passenger seat and we were both buckled up I started to drive. It wasn't that long of a drive but it felt I smiled as I saw him taking pictures of the things we were passing from the corner of my eye. He fell asleep fifteen minutes into the ride. I drove around a block to let him sleep a little longer before I woke him up.

"Come on Seungminie," I said gently shaking him.

"Hmm, "He rubbed his eyes waking up.

"Let's get inside," I said as I got out of the car Seungmin slowly followed behind.

He unlocked the door and opened it quietly, the members already asleep. Seungmin locked the door behind him before walking to his room which I followed.

"You can get changed before me," I told Seungmin who would usually protest but was too tired too.

He went to change and came back and fell back on the mattress. I smiled and got up to change myself. I kissed his cheek and went to change myself. Seungmin who was half awake decided to post the photos he took especially the one he took of you on his private Instagram, little did he know he accidentally posted it on the public account. It took him a second when he saw more comments than usual and then it hit him. He fumbled with his phone as he took down the post. Any sort of sleep washed away with him as he panicked. He knew that it was probably all over Twitter and didn't want to open it out of fear. When you walked out of the bathroom to see his face you quickly walked over.

"I'm sorry" He whispered.

"For what?"

"I accidentally posted a picture of you on the official account," He said which made you silent. "I'm so sorry I really didn't mean to"

"It's fine Seungmin people were bound to find out anyways " I smiled softly. "Let's just sleep we can figure it out tomorrow.

Seungmin just nodded wrapping his arms around you and kissed your head as guilt clouded his mind. The feeling of you rubbing circles on his back was the only thing keeping him calm enough to fall asleep.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ I.N: ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

The last period class was finally over I stood up grabbing my things. I felt a pair of eyes on me but just shrugged it off as I put my backpack on. It felt nice standing after sitting in an uncomfortable chair. I walked out the classroom door and headed straight to my locker. I wanted the day to be over. I put my binders back in the locker except for the ones I needed for homework. I closed the locker and looked around feeling a pair of eyes on me again. I shook it off and went to look for my friend. As I walked down the hallway I was pulled into an empty classroom the only light coming from the window. I looked at who had grabbed me and saw my one and only boyfriend.

"You gave me a heart attack," I said holding my chest.

"Sorry I just wanted to see you" He smiled softly.

"You saw me two hours ago" I laughed lightly as he wrapped his arms around me. I did the same as him and smiled more.

"I don't care I haven't been able to see you lately because of the comeback" He sounded upset but I just rubbed his back.

"Don't worry I understand" I said. "Why don't you come over? My mom is inviting her friends over so there will be enough food for you"

"I don't want to be a bother"

"She wants to see you again," I said pulling away from the hug. "So I'm sure she won't mind you coming over."

"I have practice today though," He said looking down.

"Then I'll come to you, how about I watch you practice?"

"Really?!" He beamed.

"If that's okay"

"It perfectly is"

"Hurry up let's go then," I said.

I kissed him on the cheek and held his hand. The halls should be empty considering the school day ended a long time ago and after-school activities were canceled.

"Minho is picking me up," He said as we walked down the hall hand in hand not a single person in sight. What we didn't notice was one of my close friends taking pictures of Jeongin and me holding hands and me kissing his cheek.

"Didn't know you were bringing" Y/n Minho said unlocking the door of the car.

"I hope you don't mind," I said.

"Your fine" He replied as Jeongin and I got in the car.

The rest of the ride was comfortably silent. The studio wasn't far so that's why it wasn't so awkward. Once we made it the staff gave Jeongin and me weird looks. I grabbed Jeongin's hand getting a little anxious about everyone staring at me. He looked confused but shrugged it off. When we got to the studio Chan was sitting on the floor looking at his phone.

"I thought no one at your school knew about your relationship"

"What do you mean?"

"One of your classmates released a few photos of you two on Twitter and it blew up quickly," Chan said he sounded annoyed not at you guys but at your classmate. "Do you know her?"

Chan held his phone out and looked at the original post. I just stood there wanting to cry then and there. There was your best friend's Twitter account leaking everything she could find. Both boys looked at me sadly. I talked about her all the time and how happy I was.

"Sorry Jeonginie," I said looking down and letting go of his hand.

"Hey you didn't do anything"

"I might have ruined your career and your dream"

"Hey look at me everything will be fine I promise" He gently cupped my cheek pulling my head up to look at him. "We'll talk to my manager and get everything sorted out"

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