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[wheelie-butch]

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[matty-bear]

II. New Tattooist, New Romantic Tension 

type: request !

pairing: idk ! LOL (nothing romantic is gonna happen srry guys 💔)

warnings: SFW, fluff

summary: in desperate need for another tattoo, nick texts mez and asks for an appointment. unfortunately for him, she’s not gonna be available for quite a while. to save the boy's despair and cure his needs, Mez suggests Nick to go to you. it took a bit of convincing, but the oldest triplet ends up in the shop with you. who knew that the blooming friendship between the two of you would cause some issues regarding nick’s younger brothers to form ?  

notes: More of a filler chapter srry guys 😖 nothing very exciting happening rn. promise next chapter will be better ! ^^ anywho, hope u enjoy ! happy reading <3 

WC: 3.7K

PT1

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The soft, consistent buzzing sound of the tattoo gun held in your hand collides with the sound of Billie Eilish playing on the speaker behind you. Somehow, the buzzing didn’t clash too much with the music playing, in fact it added another blanket of comfort and easiness to the current tattoo session. 

As you find yourself softly singing along to L’amoure De Ma Vie under your breath, Nick’s voice cutting through the comfortable silence causes you to lift your head up slightly. 

“So.” The brunette starts, his gaze shifting from the poster on the wall across from him to you. “How long have you been doing tattoos?” 

“Well… it’s my this day here but-“ You begin to say, only to be cut off by Nick gasping halfway through your sentence. 

The boy abruptly lifts his head up from the head cushion he’s resting on, his eyes mimicking those of a deer caught in headlights as he stares at you wide-eyed. “WHAT? GIRL…” The male exclaims, the tone of voice going up a few octaves. 

“You didn’t let me finish.” You say with a soft laugh as you lift the tattoo gun off Nick’s calf. You take a moment to get more ink in your device before continuing, “I’ve been doing tattoos for about five years but it’s only my third day working here in the shop.” 

A loud and long ‘ah’ sounds from Nick as he lays his head back down on the small cushion attached to the recliner. Soon after, soft laughter bubbles up his throat and the brunette finds himself clamping a hand over his mouth to muffle the sound. 

Curious at the male's sudden outburst, you turn your head to face him, a small giggle of your own slipping from your lips as you take a moment to look at him. “What are you laughing at?” You ask with a laugh. 

Nick allows more laughter to rack through his body for a moment more before he removes his hand from his mouth and replies, “I was so scared.” The male manages to say through choked laughter. “I deadass thought I was gonna get scammed or some shit.” 

“Seriously? How would I scam you? You literally saw my Instagram yourself.” At this point, the tattoo gun in your hand has been momentarily forgotten, the buzzing emitting from it falling on deaf ears and your focus staying solely on the current rather silly conversation at hand. 

“I have no idea.” You join Nick in the laughing fit for a little while longer before you remember why the boy was with you in the shop in the first place. 

Quickly, you immediately shift back into professional mode and take a moment to examine the tattoo, which is very close to being finished, on the brunette's lower leg. With a few wipes to clean off the ink residue sliding off the male’s freshly shaven skin, you get back to work. 

Nick, noticing the sudden switch up in your demeanor, quickly clamps his mouth shut and forces the remaining giggles threatening to escape his lips down his throat. It only took a few deep breaths from the male for him to fully calm down and sink into the wrapped recliner seat, his brain momentarily shutting off as it takes in the soft beats of Billie Eilish. 

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 “And….” You sing softly as you gently drag a ink-filled paper towel across Nick’s final tattoo. With a wide, proud smile, you sit up right and stare down at the male's leg for a moment before exclaiming, “We’re done!” 

“Really?” Nick beams, his eyes widening in excitement as he hurriedly attempts to sit up. Seeing how the boy struggles to do so, presumably due to his arms which fell asleep from being immobile for so long, you quickly rush over to where his upper body is.

Slipping your arm behind the brunette’s back and setting your free hand on his bicep, you assist him into a sitting position. Once Nick is comfortably sitting up, he bids you a small ‘thank you’ and stretches his arms out before him.

A small yawn racks through his body for a moment before he quickly bends his leg upwards, his eyes scanning his calf for the new tattoos. When his eyes finally lands on one of them, an excited gasp escapes his lips, followed by his jaw dropping slightly in pure awe. 

“HOLYFUCKTHATSSOCLEAN!” The male exclaims, his words quickly slurring together due to his excitement. “Fuck, where are the other two hold on.” 

A small giggle manages to escape your lips as you turn on your heels to walk over to a cabinet across the room. The moment you open one of the doors, Nick gasping in astonishment yet again sounds through your ears, drawing a soft laugh from you. After scanning the contents stacking the few shelves in the cabinet, you quickly slip a bottle of soap and a clear container off their shelves. 

Once you shut the door gently with a soft thud, you turn back around and approach the recliner where Nick is still sitting. You take a seat back on your chair next to the brunette and use your free hand to pull your rolling tray closer to you. 

You gently set down the container on the cold metal and set the bottle in between your index and middle fingers down on your lap to grab the roll of paper towels with both your hands. You rip a few off the roll rather quickly and set it back down on the tray to pick up the two items you had moments before. 

“Considering how many tattoos you have, I'm guessing you know about the aftercare and such, right?” You ask, batting an eye at the brunette as you flick open the small latch on the clear container. 

“Oh, for sure! I need to not pick at it, no matter how itchy it gets, and keep it cleaned and moisturized until it fully heals.” Nick explains with a firm nod of his head. 

“Good, good.” You mumble as you slip a few adhesive medical-grade sheets out of the container. As you set the small box back on the tray, Nick’s eyebrows furrow in confusion and interest as you begin to flick your pointer finger around the edge of one of the sheets. 

“What’s that?” At the male's question, you momentarily stop your actions and lift your head to lock eyes with him. Now it’s your turn for your eyebrows to furrow in slight confusion. With your head tilted to the side, you ask, “You don’t know what these are?” 

Hesitantly, Nick shakes his head softly. “I’m guessing it’s another wrap of some sort.” 

“Well you’re not very far off.” You take a quick moment to fix your focus back on finding the opening of the sheet before you continue, “It’s clear adhesive medical-grade sheets. They’re a lot better than regular plastic wrap in my opinion since they trap moisture a lot better and prevent little to no bacteria from coming into contact with your tattoo.” 

A hum of understanding sounds from Nick as he gently nods his head. “I'm used to the plastic wrap since Mez usually uses it but I'm very intrigued with these sheets.” 

“Mez likes keeping it old school sometimes. I think she’ll start to use these soon though. Most people in the shop have started to use them.” Nick hums yet again and grows silent to allow you to focus on removing the adhesive sheet from the packaging. 

Once you successfully have it removed, you gently set the sheet back down on the plastic before reaching over to your tray to pick up a single paper towel and the bottle from earlier. You easily flick the cap open with your pointer finger and pour some of the liquid on the thin paper. After shutting it and setting it back down on the tray, you gently grasp Nick’s ankle to draw his leg closer to you. As you move the male’s limb over, the boy quickly scoots over with a sheepish smile. 

Setting down your palm on Nick’s shin, you locate the first tattoo and give it a few wipes to clean the area from any leftover ink or blood. Once that is done, you quickly pick up the adhesive sheet and place it directly over the tattoo. You give the area a few taps to make sure it’s secure before sitting up straight, a small smile immediately gracing your lips as you scan the patched area. 

“Alright, first tattoo is successfully covered! Two more to go.” You state, your smile not faltering as you glance over at Nick. 

“That was it? It usually takes Mez a little bit longer to get it wrapped.” Nick asks, his mouth shaping into a small oval. As the male sits up and leans forwards to examine the covered tat with a surprised expression, you reply, “Well, i’m not covering your entire leg; just the tattoo and some of the skin around it. I’m telling you, this shit is amazing.” 

“It really is.” Nick mumbles as he extends a hand down to graze a finger over the adhesive. You can’t help but giggle softly at the male’s curiosity as you quickly prep your items to cover his next tattoo. The wrapping process didn’t take more than 20 minutes and Nick simply sat back and silently watched as you got to work on cleaning and covering his tattoos. 

Just as you finished placing the last adhesive sheet on Nick’s final tattoo, Lunch by Billie Eilish began to play. The moment the beginning beats of the song spilled from the speaker behind you, a small gasp escaped you as you sat back up. 

“What? What’s wrong?” Nick asks, a look of worry immediately flashing across his face as he hurriedly sits upright. 

“Nothing, nothing.” You quickly reassure the brunette with a small wave of the hand. “I just love this song.” 

“Oh my God…” A laugh of disbelief escapes Nick's lips as he lays back down with a soft thud. “Fucking gave me heart attack.” 

“My bad.” A small giggle manages to slip from you as you send the male a small, apologetic smile. “Anyways, I believe we’re done now. You’re free to go.” 

“Wait, I kinda don’t wanna leave.” Nick mumbles as he brings a hand up to his nape to gently caress the skin there. 

“How come?” You ask the boy as you begin to pry your black gloves off your hands. 

“I had so much fun and you’re so sweet and nice.” At the sound of Nick's voice cracking slightly, you quickly pick your head up and look at him. Immediately, you’re met with the brunette frowning and growing teary eyed. 

“Awh, Nick. Don’t cry!” You quickly wheel yourself over to the male and wrap your arms around his shoulders to bring him into a hug. 

“I’m sorry I really don’t mean to, I promise. I tend to get a little emotional when I'm met with nice people.” Nick mumbles an apology as he sets his chin on your shoulder, a soft sniffle escaping him. 

“Hey, you don’t need to apologize. You’re good, promise. You can cry however much you want. I’m honestly really touched that you think I'm this sweet.” 

“You really are. I swear if we don’t become best friends I'm gonna go insane.”

A soft chuckle escapes your lips as you rub comforting circles on Nick’s clothed back. “I don’t think you have to worry about us becoming best friends. Aren’t we friends already?” 

Nick pulls away from your embrace and takes a moment to wipe his eyes with the sleeve of his zip up before asking, “Are we?” 

“Of course we are! You’re literally the best and sweetest client I've ever had. Not to mention how you have the best music taste. I kid you not when I play my Melanie playlist during a session, the majority of my clients will ask me to change the music. Do you know how many times I've had to sit in this room for hours listening to country music?” 

“Oh my…” Nick mumbles, a look of both horror and fear spreading across his features. The boy lets out a soft laugh before he says, “I swear if I had to listen to only country music during a tattoo session, I’d pass away in the chair.” 

“I almost did for a few sessions.” You say with a small laugh. “I’m down for listening to any genre of music but country is definitely where I cross the line.” 

“Oh, same here.” Nick agrees with a soft head nod. The brunette goes to open his mouth to add onto the conversation but is quickly cut off by a phone ringing. As you unwillingly flinch at the loud sound piercing your eardrums, Nick quickly digs his hand in the pocket of his pants. After a few seconds, the male pulls the device out and softly taps the screen to turn it on. 

When it lights up, his eyes immediately skim over the notifications filling his home screen. Upon reading a certain message, a small frown begins to form on Nick’s lips. At the sight of the sudden switch in the brunette’s mood, your eyebrows furrow, followed by your head tilting to the side slightly. 

“Everything alright?” You ask the male. After a moment of hesitation, you gently set a hand on Nick’s clothed shoulder, your pointer finger subconsciously caressing the soft fabric of his zip up. 

You manage to catch the male take a quick glance up at you before his eyes shift back down to his device. “Umm…” Nick hums, his voice barely above a whisper as he unlocks his phone and opens up his messages. After opening up a chat, the boy continues, “My brother is telling me to hurry up. Kids apparently starving to death in the car.” 

A soft chuckle slips through your lips as Nick sighs softly and begins typing out a response to the message sent from his brother. 

“Is he waiting outside or something?” You ask. 

“Yeah. Both my brothers are.” Nick replies with a small head nod. “I told them they could leave and pick me up when I'm done.” The boy grumbles under his breath, slight irritation present in his tone. After hitting the send button, the brunette finally lifts his head to look up at you. After heavily exhaling through his nose, the boy continues, “I’m afraid I have to go now.” 

At the sight of Nick’s frown depending, you bring the boy into another quick hug. “Hey, don’t sweat it. Come visit me sometime. The door is always open!” You reassure the boy as you rub comforting circles on his back once more. 

“But you’re so sweet and nice, I wanna stay.” Nick mumbles sadly. 

“I would definitely let you stay a bit longer but I don’t wanna get on your brothers’ bad sides. Also, I do think I have another appointment in 30 minutes and I need to start prepping for that.” 

With a loud, dramatic groan from Nick, the boy pulls away from your embrace. The small frown on his lips stays etched onto his face as he slowly slips off the wrapped recliner. “I suppose I'll go then.” Nick mumbles with a sigh, his shoulders dropping dramatically as he does so. “Thanks for the tats. I really appreciate it. You fucking did amazing.” 

“Of course! Also thanks, Nick. That means a lot.” You say with a small smile. “I'll see you soon hopefully?” 

“Most definitely. You’ll be seeing more of my ass in this shop. You’re never gonna get rid of me.” 

A small chuckle escapes your lips as you gently shake your head. After ensuring that he has all his belongings, Nick shuffles over to you and wraps his arms around your shoulders to pull you into yet another hug. You quickly reciprocate the affection by wrapping your arms loosely around his middle. 

After a moment, the boy pulls away and bids you a small ‘goodbye’ and another ‘thank you’ before exiting your room. After ensuring that the door is closed correctly, Nick spins around on his heels and begins his short walk to the front of the shop. Just as he approaches the front door, a familiar voice cusses him to momentarily stop in his tracks. 

“See you, Nick.” 

With a quick turn of the head, Nick locks eyes with the male, who he recently learned is named Mike thanks to you, who’s standing behind the front desk. The raven haired male has his head propped up on the palm of his left hand as the other is lazily draped on the wooden furniture in front of him. 

A small, sluggish smile decorates his features as he keeps intense eye contact with the brunette in front of him. Speaking of the boy, Nick stays frozen in his spot for a moment longer, his mind desperately searching for a decent response. After what felt like an eternity of staring at Mike, (which was really about six seconds) Nick finally opens his mouth to voice a response. 

“See you. Have a nice day.” 

With that, Nick rips his gaze away from the tattooed male and pushes the door open to rush out of the shop. As Nick seemingly bolts down the sidewalk, he nearly misses the van which is parked not far from the shop. Matt, noticing that his older brother has passed the car, quickly sets his hand on the car horn and pushes the area a few times. At the sound of the honking, Nick jumps and quickly turns around, his eyes wide in slight fear and his heart beating loudly in his ears. 

At the sight of the brunette staring at him and not moving a muscle, Matt sighs heavily and rolls down his window to stick his head out. “Get in the car you idiot!” The boy shouts before he plops back down on his seat. 

“Yeah, Big Yellow! Get in the car!” Chris exclaims, also rolling his window down slightly to poke his head out of the car. 

“I’m not even blonde anymore!” Nick shouts back, throwing his arms in the air in slight irritation. The brunette can faintly make out Chris giggling as he gets back in his seat and rolls his window back up. Nick huffs before his legs begin to bring him over to the van. 

Upon arriving at the side door, the boy pushes the button on the handle and waits for the door to slide open before he hops inside. He quickly pulls the lever on the door down to shut it before seating himself down on the seat, a heavy exhale escaping him as he feels the cold air conditioning inside the car nip at his nose. 

“Sooo,” Chris sings as he turns around in his seat to look back at the older, a wide smile clear as day on his face. “How’d it go? Was y/n nice?” 

“God, she was so fucking nice. I kid you not, I thought I was conversing with a literal angel. Not to mention how fucking pretty she is, holy fuck. The session went so smoothly I've never felt so comfortable and content with someone during a tattoo session.” Nick gushes, a bright smile immediately decorating his features as he sits at the edge of his seat, excitement radiating off him. 

“That’s great, Nick. I’m glad she was nice. Did you cry in front of her because of it?” Matt asks teasingly as his eyes shift up to the rear view mirror. 

Nick’s excited expression immediately falls at Matt’s question, his eyes quickly narrowing as he sends a glare to the younger boy through the mentioned overhead mirror. “No.” The boy replies flatly. 

“You’re a fucking liar. I know you cried in there.” 

“OKAY maybe I did. Leave me alone. She was too sweet and you know how emotional I get when I meet such kind people.”  At the sight of Nick turning his head towards the window with a small pout, Matt laughs softly and looks down, a single hand coming up to his face to rub his eyes. 

“Awh, Nick.” Chris chuckles. 

“I don't wanna hear it. Can we go now? I’m hungry.” Nick asks as he crosses his arms over his chest, his gaze staying fixated on the tattoo shop down the street. 

“We’re not gonna get a tattoo reveal?” Matt questions, a fake hurtful expression spreading across his face as he reaches for the gear shift.  

“I’ll show you guys when we get home. I don’t feel like tossing my leg on the center console like it’s a piece of raw meat and risk pulling something. I already walk fucking crooked as hell, I don’t wanna lose a leg and fuck up my walking even more.” 

Both Matt and Chris immediately dissolve into hysterical laughter at the older’s statement. The younger of the two bends forwards, loud laughter spewing from his lips like honey. Matt on the other hand bends his head down and rubs his eyes with both his hands, his mouth slightly wide as softer laughter falls from his lips. 

“He said raw meat.” Chris says through laughter, tilting his head to look over at Matt. 

“Fucking kid.” Matt giggles. 

“It’s literally not that funny. I seriously don’t understand how I can make you guys laugh that hard.” Nick says, confusion taking over his features as he finally turns his head to send judgemental looks to his two younger brothers. 

“You’re just a funny guy, Nick.” Chris says as he finally sits up right, a few giggles still escaping his lips as he wipes away the fake tears at his eyes. Nick raises an eyebrow at the male and shakes his head with a soft sigh before leaning back against his chair. 

“I think the correct term is silly, Chris.” Matt corrects the younger as he drops one of his hands from his face. 

“Matt…” Nick mumbles in pure disbelief as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Don’t. Just don’t.” 

As Matt raises his hands up in surrender, Chris laughs softly and lands a few hits to his shoulder. 

“That’s fucking terrible.” Chris laughs, his eyes squinting as he doubles over in laughter yet again. A proud smile spreads across Matt’s lips as he pulls the gear shift down to reverse. As the male proceeds to pull out of the parking spot, the car fills with comfortable silence, occasional giggles coming from Chris as he scrolls through his Instagram feed. 

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[ericshoney]

Matching tattoos ~ Nick Sturniolo

Warnings: Tattoo, needles.

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Today you were getting a matching tattoo with Nick. You both talked about it for a while and finally settled on one you both like the look off to seal your friendship. You knew Nick had a matching one with Madi and had some dedicated to Matt and Chris, so you felt special now being included after being friends with the boy for two years now.

"Alright who's going first?" Matt questioned. He and Chris settling down to watch you both get inked.

"I will." Nick said happily, going over to the bed that was already set up in their living room, Mez sat with everything ready.

"Are you nervous?" Chris asked you.

"No." You answered.

"Such a quick answer!" Matt exclaimed.

"Cause I'm not nervousssss!" You said, dragging out the word, making the two laugh.

"Don't be funny cause I'll beat your asses." Nick threatened.

The three of you giggled as you sat quietly waiting for Nick to be done. It didn't take long and before you knew it, it was your turn. You laid on the bed, hearing the buzz and the slight burn of the needle.

"What's the meaning behind the tattoos?" Chris asked.

"Puzzle pieces, so she's a piece of my life." Nick answered.

"That's so sweet." Matt said.

"Sickly sweet." Chris teased, getting a slap from Nick.

"Hey! You said not to make you laugh, do the same for me please!" You shouted, making the three laugh.

"Oh yeah cause me getting slapped is sooooo funny!" Chris replied.

"Your a goof." Nick mumbled, with a shake of his head.

You smiled as you ignored the pain in your arm and soon your tattoo was done as well.

"Wow, they look amazing." You said, admiring yours and Nick's matching puzzle pieces in the mirror.

"We look amazing, girl!" Nick shouted, posing in the mirror.

"Oh brother." Chris mumbled, going to get a Pepsi from the fridge.

You giggled as Matt took a picture for you both. You smiled feeling happy to have shared something so special with a close friend.

[fiah88x]

It was my idea. This is what she had been living for. This very moment is the reason she was born. Her greatest accomplishment so far. Other say from rags to riches but for Cindy Crawford it was rags to creating the KeRIn8060. A device smaller than a pea containing all knowlegde, enabling one to have access to the internet and its information all in their head, but the internet had control buttons so will the person wearimg it. A brainwashing device in disguise.

"I did it Dr Mez." She whisper shouted unable to contain her excitement. "Give it to me." Dr Mez said offering his hand waiting for Cindy to hand it over. Despite always being the anonymous genius behind a lot of the worlds greatest inventions she wanted to take credit in this one. She couldnt find it in her her to hand it over. "No." She replied defensively as she clutched the small device to her chest. "It was my idea, I won't allow you to steal them anymore, especially not this one." A dark chuckle filled the room sending chills down Cindy's spine as Dr mez's lips curl into a dissatisfied scowl.

"I had a feeling you'd say that." He sneered at her before snapping his fingers into the air. Suddenly a group of men imerged from behind her trapping her in position. "No no no, stop it, you bastard!" She screamed though her cries fell on dead ears because unfortunately for her Dr Mez didnt give a shit. "Thank you, really Cindy. Do you know what a great deed you've done for me? You have finally given me access to that sly brain of yours through your own creation...well its mine now, and it was my idea." He snickered as he snatched the device easily from her immobile body. "No...you wouldn't they know me. They know I'm the inventor I wont let you." Cindy cried in a pleading tone not only for her hard work but now her life and freedom. "Oh but they wont give a shit if you admit it yourself that you didn't make it." Cindy always considered herself a mad scientist but she truely believed she went mad the minute she heard those words as her face dropped and she let out an ear piercing scream.

"Take her to the opperating room, I found the perfect candidate to be the very first user of this chip." Dr Mez said as he admired the device in his hand with satisfaction ignoring the slowly fading sounds of terror coming from Cindy. "Dr Crawford did it again."

[its-just-bloody-scarlett]

Heyya, I was one of the last ppl to be in contact with mez and was actually name dropped about 3 or so times. I’m sys/fox, the one who was blamed for the breakup

Anyways he lied, his statement stated he never made the ichiner4444 account, he quite literally told me he did. I even confronted him on deviantart abt it and he deleted all of his posts relating to the incident

I can send screenshots privately but I’d like my tumblr itself to remain anonymous.

Yea thats fine with me! (I do apologize for the long reply I had a busy weekend and wasn't on Tumblr much)

[davidadrian2]

Ahead of the Beat 180bpm. MPT (Electronic Rock Drumless)

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[meztliel]

This is a Tumblr hug ❤ Pass it onto 10 other people and don't break the chain!! Have a lovely day!!

thank you friend ༼ つ ◕o◕ ༽つ

[tzalmavet]

mezza-the-mez replied to your post “my sister told me she believes that the Groke can push her spine...”

Im sorry like a pelican???

Yes.

[varibean]

please rant about AUs as much as you like it's super cool hearing! Since I literally got into this day before yesterday I know nothing about the fandom space so I'm glad people do have wild AUs and stuff (my Widdershins blog is like 50% me going 'here's another AU I won't write and nobody else understands, enjoy!' XD )

THE SOLIDARITY!!!!!! random wild aus that u have to really piece together to make them work for the characters/media that u want them too, that’s the solidarity hell yeah! 

[sporadicthingcollection]

Intruders (I’ll leave their affiliations up to you) break into the family home looking for Cad while he is away and Irno is pregnant with Winrel, so she and Mezerel are the only ones there to defend the house (along with the home security system of course).

oooooh what a fun prompt! thank you!

happy star wars day everyone!

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You are Irno Favara. You are having a no good, dirty rotten, take-it-out-back-and-put-it-out-of-its-misery really bad day.

First, you spent most of the night dry heaving over a toilet bowl and most of the morning trying to ease your heartburn. You got sick a few times when you were carrying Mezerel, but this baby really has it out for you.

Then, when you felt well enough to try and eat, you couldn't find Mez. It was only a few minutes, but your damned hormones went all haywire and you started bawling when you found her. Poor li'l thing wasn't even hiding, just snuggled up a little too deep in a pile of pillows and blankets on the couch.

You decide some fresh air will do you good. You pick out your fanciest tea dress that still fits, put on your face, and get Mez all sunscreened up.

And now, just as you’re leaving the apartment, you open the door to find a blaster in your face.

You don’t even have it in you to be scared. “You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me,” you mutter.

A dour-faced Nikto stares back at you, a grizzled Rodian flanking him. "So you're Bane's bitch," he says.

Nuts.

That's not a good sign. Cad wouldn't breathe a word about you and your baby while he's out doing his thing... and it's not like he has friends to brag to, so someone on your end must have blabbed.

You feel Mez’s little fists clutch your skirt. Without taking your eyes off the Nikto, you gently stroke her head.

"I'm a bitch, but I don't belong to anyone in particular," you reply. "And you are?”

“Here for revenge.” He steps forward and into the apartment proper. He motions for the Rodian. "Grab the kid."

Cad once compared baby Duros to loth-kittens -- they don’t lay down and surrender, they fight. And fight she does, the little trooper. She hisses and spits and thrashes as he picks her up. He nearly drops her when she sinks her teeth into his hand, but a sharp swat to the back of the head takes the fight right out of her.

You were going to try and resolve this peaceably, but now these assholes are going down.

"If it's money you want, there's some in the safe in the bedroom," you say.

The Nikto gives a cruel half-smile. "That's a start," he says. "Then we'll give that man of yours a call."

He follows you up the stairs. You exaggerate your pregnant waddle to buy yourself time to think. What's in the bedroom that you could use to defend yourself? Your holdout is in the nightstand, but that's nowhere near the safe. How can you get over there without arousing suspicion?

You enter the bedroom, the Nikto close behind, and open the walk-in closet door.

The safe is hidden behind a shoe rack. Once you're in there, you'll be trapped...

...But so will he.

You open the closet door. "It's behind that rack there," you say. "Could you move it? I can't exactly squat anymore." 

The Nikto enters and shoves the rack to the side. He kneels in front of the safe. "Tell me the code."

...any good criminal knows not to leave your hostage unattended. This guy's an idiot.

You step back quickly and quietly to your nightstand. "Oh, I'm always forgetting the silly thing," you lie. "Try oh-four-two-oh-oh-nine."

The safe buzzes. "Wrong passcode," he says.

"Hang on, I have it written down somewhere."

You slip the drawer open and pluck your holdout pistol from its spot. It's an ELG-3A Cad modified for you for times exactly like this -- still small enough to hide, but now silent as a stone and with enough punch to drop a battle droid.

Time to make your man proud.

"My mistake, it's oh-three-two-oh-oh-nine," you say, approaching the safe.

It buzzes again, and he growls. "Enough games, woman," he says. "Open the--"

As he turns to you, you squeeze off a shot. Then another. Then another. The recoil almost breaks your arm, but the man is knocked to the floor.

You prod him with your foot, and he lets out a groan. You put another bolt in him and snatch up his own blaster. You run out of the closet and close the door. You put a shot into the panel just in case.

As quickly and quietly as you can, you sneak back down the stairs. Peering around the corner, you see the Rodian sitting on the sofa, glaring at Mez as he sucks a spot on his hand. Based on the fact her mouth has been taped shut, you assume she bit him again.

You've never been more proud.

Despite the tape, her agitated chirps are still audible, and she tries to squirm out of his grip. 

"Will you just shut up?!" the Rodian hisses. "Maker, no wonder he's always away..."

He sets his weapon to lean against the armrest as he stands, presumably to further torture your daughter. You won't abide by that.

You've memorized every squeaky floor panel in the room, and you deftly avoid them as you sneak over. A rush goes through you -- you missed prowling more than you realized.

Mez sees you as you get close to the couch. Her red eyes go wide and the tone of her chirp changes. You put a finger to your lips as you grab the weapon.

It's strange-looking. Very heavy, with twin barrels and a hinge. But it has a trigger and that's all you need.

You press the muzzle to the Rodian's head and squeeze the trigger.

Nothing happens. The trigger doesn't even budge.

The Rodian jumps up, dropping Mez. He reaches for the weapon, but finding nothing, pulls out his pistol.

You hit the deck, scrambling away to hide behind the other sofa as he starts taking potshots at nothing. You're worried about your baby until a little streak of purple darts into your arms.

You pull the tape off her mouth, but cover it with your hands. You press your finger to your lips, and she nods.

"Stay right here," you whisper.

"Where are you?!" the Rodian spits. "Come out and I might not kill you."

You ease out from behind the couch. He's standing in the doorway, surveying the hall. You squeeze off a shot with your holdout, but the recoil causes you to miss.

He whirls around before you can hide again, pistol aimed squarely at you. He approaches you slowly. "Never handled a slugthrower, eh? That's unfortunate for you."

Oooh, that explains the trigger. Slugthrowers have hammers that need to be cocked...

You stand slowly, setting your weapons on the ground. "Do what you like to me," you say, "just don't hurt my daughter."

Speaking of which, a quick glance out of the corner of your eye tells you that she's gone. You don't fault her.

The Rodian huffs. "I don't think I'll keep that promise," he says. "Little bitch bit me twice."

You bristle. "Don't you dare call her that again."

"Why? Like mother, like father, like daughter--"

A little purple streak darts out and sinks her teeth into the Rodian's ankle. He howls in pain, the blaster slipping from his hand. You snatch up your weapons and jump to your feet just as he kicks her away, only to receive a high-heeled stomp on the foot from you. He falls to the floor.

You level the slugthrower at his face as Mez runs to you, clinging to your skirt.

The Rodian cowers, scrambling backwards until he hits a wall. “It-It wasn’t my idea!” he sputters. “I was just here for the score! I actually like kids...!”

"Mm-hmm." you say, pulling back the hammer. You glance at Mez. “What do you think, donnina?”

She lets out a quiet hiss, the same kind her daddy makes at times like this. “Don’t like ‘im.”

“I don’t like him either.” You take careful aim. “Go to your bedroom, pumpkin. I’ll tell you when it’s okay to come out.”

She hesitates for a moment, but a stern look from you and she scampers off. You count to three, then squeeze the trigger.

It doesn't fire a laserbolt. With a deafening crack, a shower of razor-sharp pellets launches out of the barrel, and the recoil sends you flying backwards. You land hard on your ass -- enough to hurt, but not enough to upset the baby, thank goodness.

Shredded, bloody meat is all that remains of the Rodian's torso. And all that’s left of the windows are a few shards clinging to the frame.

He sinks to his knees, and collapses forward with a wet splat. All over the carpet you'd just vacuumed.

This is gonna take forever to clean up.

---

Bane knows something is wrong as soon as he touches down on the balcony. One window blown out is an accident with a gravball. But the whole row? That's a giant warning sign.

He avoids the glass shards as best as he can, laying his palm on the butt of his LL-30. Tiny, sharp pellets amongst the glass catches his eye. Slugthrower shot. Someone really wanted to cause some damage. If he's calm and quiet, he can scope out what's going on before he's noticed...

A little purple head pops up from behind the couch, blinks once, then breaks into a needle-toothed smile. The Little Lady clambers over the cushions to trot towards him, chirruping happily.

Bane savors the sound. She's getting to the age where she'll stop doing it instinctively. He has plenty of recordings of her, but it's nothing compared to the real thing...

He realizes she's not wearing shoes. "Not another step, li'l lady," he says.

She listens for once, freezing in place and watching carefully as he picks his way through the glass. But once he's in reach, she hops into his arms. He catches her easily and lifts her up, pressing his rostrum to hers. She grabs his tubes to yank him closer, enough to feel the cartilage flex.

His heart squeezes. It's nice to be missed.

He hopes to see a smile when he pulls away, but her brow is furrowed and her mouth set in a grimace.

"Momma's actin' funny. Ever since the..." She stops herself. "Right, not s'posed to tell you 'bout that..."

He raises a brow. "Tell me 'bout what?"

She looks around, then shrugs. "...I forgot."

He really hopes she doesn't stay this bad at lying. She won't last a minute on a job. "Where's yer momma?"

She points to the middle of the living room. You're on your hands and knees, desperately trying to get a questionable stain out of the carpet.

"Fuckin' piece of shit motherfuckers..." you mutter. "Didn't have the courtesy to get their guts on the tile and now I gotta clean it up..."

Bane looks at the Little Lady, and she shrugs. He shakes his head. "Guess I'm too late fer de party," he says to you.

Normally when he surprises you, you yip. Or peep. Or squeak. Either way, you make a cute little noise that makes him smile and you get playfully annoyed with him.

You don't do that this time. This time, you scream. Loudly. Enough that he flinches and it's the Little Lady that lets out a surprised squeak.

But you quickly realize it's him. Your hand goes to your mouth and you break into a grimace. You try to climb to your feet, but your rounded belly stops you. You fall back with a pathetic thud and bury your face in your hands.

Oops.

He sets the Little Lady down and squats in front of you. "Didn't mean to spook ya, missus," he says gently.

You look up. Your eyes are puffy and your makeup runs down your face in colored tracks. Your lip quivers as you bite it.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... With the baby and those goons, I just... And now I can't get this stain out...!" you hiccup.

Goons? His good mood vanishes. "What happened?" he says, voice low. "Someone hurt ya?"

You try to talk, but the words get caught in your throat. You can only blubber as you bury your face in your hands, shoulders heaving.

At this height, the Little Lady is about eye level with him. She gives him a somber, surprisingly mature look. "Momma's had a really bad day," she says quietly.

Bane signs inwardly. He was looking forward to you fussing over him the way you always do when he comes back, but it looks like that will have to wait.

"Ya know how to start de caf pot?" he asks the Little Lady. She nods rapidly. "Hop to."

She snaps into a salute before bouncing off to the kitchen. He pulls your hands away from your face and hauls you to your feet, guiding you over to the couch. He sits and you immediately flop over across his lap.

He brings his hand down to card his fingers through your hair. It's so thick and lustrous now -- something about your hair not falling out when you're carrying, if he remembers correctly. It's gorgeous.

"Let it all out, missus," he murmurs. "Tell yer ol' man what happened."

Between blubbers, you manage a sentence: "There's a dead guy in the closet!"

He blinks. This story is going to be a long one.

---

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[antiquejem]

I absolutely adore your tags on the Jem series post and couldn't agree more xD I can't wait for it *-*

RIGHT!!! truly can’t wait for the man the myth the legend jem carstairs to prosper and outshine everyone else

[whitecatgraycatblackcat]

Fictober 2021, Day 4

Prompt: “Fine, I give up”

Original Fiction

Rating: PG

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,650

“Fine, I give up.” Lila slammed the wrench down as hard as she could, which wasn’t actually very hard since she only had about 8 inches of clearance between her and the engine above her, and scooted over. Mez picked up the wrench and moved over to where Lila had been and started adjusting some of the bolts as she replied, “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? You really ought to work on asking others for help, Lila.” Lila huffed and replied, “But if I always ask for help how am I ever supposed to figure things out on my own?” Mez sighed and replied, “By seeing their solution”. She stopped fiddling with the engine and started scooting toward the edge so she could get out from underneath the engine.

Lila looked at her, then back at the engine. “Are you done already?” Mez replied, “Yep.” Lila moved over again, looking at where Mez had been working as she asked, “What was the issue?” Lila could hear the smile in Mez’s reply. “The bolts weren’t screwed in correctly. They’re reverse bolts - you were just turning them the wrong way.” Lila frowned as she worked her way to the edge of the engine. “Seriously!? Why didn’t you tell me?” She popped out and stood up to face Mez right as Mez replied. “Because you’re too arrogant, Lila.” Mez spoke softly, but Lila could hear the seriousness in her tone.

Mez continued, “Lila, you’re one of the best engineers I know. Certainly better than I was at your age, and you could probably give me a run for my money right now, bolts not withstanding. But you need to learn to ask for help. You won’t always be able to fix things on your own.” Lila stood, angry and a bit stunned. Mez had reprimanded her before, but not usually like this. Lila knew she was good at her job, and couldn’t understand why Mez was so insistent on her asking for help. She had proven that she could fix things by herself time and time again, but it seemed like Mez just didn’t get it.

After a second Mez said in a more chipper tone, “Now come over here, I have some news for you. Carrot after the stick, right?” Mez sat down on a bench by the wall and patted the seat next to her. Lila thought about storming off, but something in Mez’s tone told her it would probably be worth it to see what she had to say. She sat down cautiously, still trying to fight down her anger. “What is it?”

Mez replied, “I know you think I’m hard on you, and I am, but it’s because I have high expectations for you. A new position as a senior engineer has opened up, and I’m recommending you for the position.” Lila’s mouth gaped, and she stared at Mez for a second before regaining her senses. “What? But isn’t there, like, an age limit? Don’t you have to be, like, over 30?” Mez grinned, obviously pleased to have shocked Lila. “Nope, people just normally aren’t skilled enough to be able to be one until then. You know I think you have faults --I just mentioned them -- but you are extremely skilled and deserve to be a contender for this position.” Lila continued to stare at Mez for a moment, then in a sudden movement reached over and wrapped Mez in a big hug. “Mez I can’t believe you thank you so much I promise you won’t regret it I…” She had to stop to take a deep breath then continued, “Thank you.” Mez awkwardly patted her back. “You’re welcome Lila. You’ve earned it.”

They talked a little longer, discussing the process and how things would proceed. Lila was practically walking on air as she went back to her room. Her, the youngest senior engineer ever at 26.

Lila continued to walk on air the next day. She couldn’t stop thinking about the new areas of the engine rooms she’d get to explore as a senior engineer, and all the benefits that would entail as well. She was doing basic maintenance on a piece of the engine deep within one of the small engine rooms when she noticed a small light flashing on the control panel. She went over to look and realized there was a small problem with one of the circuits. She took a closer look and could see the problem. Typically this would be someone else’s job, and she hadn’t worked on something like this before per se, but she had seen Mez work on them plenty of times before. She was confident she’d be able to figure it out.

She started to fiddle with it, and right when she thought she had it sorted, she heard a loud “Vmmmmm” noise start up, and continue to grow in volume. Oh no. She ran over to the control panel, and now there were numerous lights flashing. Turns out she hadn’t fixed the problem at all, but had managed to make it worse. “Shoot shoot shoot.” Lila couldn’t help muttering under her breath as she ran back to the wire. She knew she should go get someone’s help -- the alarm blaring was a deep bass that shook the whole ship, which meant it was a serious problem -- but she couldn't help thinking, “I’ll just try one more thing.” Sure, she had caused the problem, but if she could also solve it she could at least hold her head up high when she had to explain. She really didn’t want to lose her chance at senior engineer.

She was on her sixteenth “just one more try” when she heard someone pound into the room. “Lila!” It was Mez, and she sounded upset. “How long have you been in there? You need to get out!” It only took a moment for Lila to understand what Mez meant. She had forgotten -- volatile parts of the engine like this were purposely partitioned into small rooms, so that they could be sealed off in cases of emergency. The main system would cut all power to that piece, and stop receiving power from it, so that it could either cool itself down, or if that wasn’t possible its explosion would be confined to that room. The doors would automatically shut after two minutes. Shoot, how long had she been in here?

She tried to think, tried to check the control panel for a timer, but before she could Mez ran into the room, slamming against the engine because she hadn’t even tried to slow herself. She immediately shoved Lila out of the room as she yelled “Get out!” Lila stumbled, taking a few steps to steady herself out of the room. She immediately turned to try and pull Mez out of the room -- “Mez!” but as she did the doors slammed shut. Her last glance had been of Mez, trying to run back to the door. Lila stood, stunned for a moment, then ran over to beat on the doors. “Mez! Mez!” Of course, Mez wouldn’t be able to hear her, and she wouldn’t be able to hear Mez. The doors were sealed, and were guaranteed to contain a near nuclear explosion. They wouldn’t unlock until it was safe to re-enter - either because it had cooled down from its current state, or had exploded and then cooled. Either way Mez’s chances weren’t good. Even if it didn’t explode, it was likely that the engine would superheat the room, killing Mez.

She paced in front of the door, desperately trying to think of how she could get the doors open, of anything she could do to help. Of course, there was nothing. There was literally nothing she could do to help. After a moment the other engineers ran in, and Mez told them what happened. They gave her a pat on the shoulder, then slowly walked out. They knew there was nothing they could do until the doors unlocked.

Every second felt like an eternity, but eventually Lila saw the light by the door blink, and knew she could open the door. She could, but she wasn’t sure if she would be able to. She walked over slowly, trying to remember if Mez would be able to open the door from the inside, if she was still alive.

She got her answer sooner than expected -- as she approached, the door slid open. Lila was afraid to look, afraid to hope, but her eyes were drawn to the door. She took one step, two, then saw Mez step out of the room with a lopsided grin on her face. “Hi Lila.” Lila choked, then ran forward to encase Mez in a hug, tears streaming down her face. “Mez, how, what, how’d you..” Her voice caught in her throat and she couldn’t speak anymore. Mez patted her back gently.

Even through her tears Lila could hear the wry tone in Mez’s voice. “What, you didn’t think I’d heroically sacrifice myself to save you like they do in the movies, did you?” Lila choked out a laugh, then pulled away from Mez, wiping the tears from her eyes. “Seriously Mez, how are you okay?” She scanned Mez up and down, looking for any wounds, anything wrong, then looked past her into the room. Her mouth gaped. Mez looked pristine, but the room looked like a bomb had gone off. She shot her glance back at Mez. “Seriously, how…?” Mez smiled. “There are reasons that only senior engineers can work on certain parts of the engines Lila. There’s also a reason I told you to ask for help. You can’t be an expert in everything.” Lila just nodded her head silently. “I’m sorry Mez. I’m really sorry.” Mez patted her back. “I know Lila. Let’s go get a cup of tea. I think we could both use one.”

[matty-bear]

hey! i love your fanfics. crazy idea, but what if Nick finally gets his lesbian tattoo artist bestie that he's been longing for?! a cross of the two perspectives. Also, crazy thought, what if the Lesbian has only come out to Nick and not the rest of the group, so Matt keeps trying to win her over, but Chris is sure she's got her mind set on him... OMG i would melt if you wrote this!!! (can it be from Nick and y/n perspective? if you think that'll work that would be amazing!!) love ya xx

0I, New Tattooist, New Romantic Tension 

type: request !

pairing: idk ! LOL (nothing romantic is gonna happen srry guys 💔)

warnings: SFW, fluff

summary: in desperate need for another tattoo, nick texts mez and asks for an appointment. unfortunately for him, she’s not gonna be available for quite a while. to save the boy's despair and cure his needs, mez suggests nick to go to you. it took a bit of convincing, but the oldest triplet ends up in the shop with you. who knew that the blooming friendship between the two of you would cause some issues regarding nick’s younger brothers to form ?  

notes: idk why finishing this took so long 😓 u guys don’t wanna know when i started writing this 😭 anywho hope u guys enjoy the first part of this ! not sure if it will be a mini series but i def know that i won’t be able to satisfy anon’s request in a single post :3 we need plot guys 💔 hope anon doesn’t mind that their request is gonna turn into a multi part fic 😭

WC: 5.6K

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“Guys~” Nick lets out a loud whine as he plops down on the sofa. He allows his head to fall back and rest on the back cushion, his eyes shutting momentarily as he shifts a little to get more comfortable. From the kitchen, both Matt and Chris stare at the brunette blankley. The two boys exchange eye contact for a moment before one of them speaks up. 

“You got boy trouble or something?” Chris asks as he turns on his heels and approaches the cupboard. At the boy’s question, Nick abruptly lifts his head and narrows his eyes at the younger boy. 

“Oh, please. I’m not a teenage girl, Chris. I don’t have ‘boy trouble.” Nick mumbles under his breath, his eyes rolling. 

“Then why are you huffing and puffing?” Matt chimes in, his light footsteps barely sounding through the house as he enters the living room. As the boy takes a seat on the opposite sofa from the one Nick is sitting at, the latter sighs again, this time raising a hand to run it over his face. 

“I need to get another tattoo.” The brunette huffs out. “It’s genuinely bringing me pain like I need to get one or I might drop dead.” 

Chris goes to open his mouth to comment on his brother’s statement, however is quickly cut off by the boy speaking again. “Is this what getting addicted feels like? Is getting tattoos my drug?” 

Matt lets out a breathy laugh as he raises the can of soda up to his lips. He takes a quick sip before he replies, “I’d like to think so.” 

“Why don’t you text Mez and ask if she can come over? You have her number for a reason.” Chris suggests as he sets a small skull-shaped glass on their marble countertop. As the boy pops open his can of pepsi with a loud hiss, Nick forces his lips together in thought. Matt silently watches with an unamused expression as the older takes his pointer finger and lightly taps it on his chin. 

“You know what, I think I will.” Nick declares, a wide, child-like smile spreading across his lips as he digs in his pocket for his phone. As the boy busies himself with searching for Mez’s contact, Chris mumbles a small ‘you’re welcome’ under his breath as he picks up his now full glass of pepsi and heads towards the living room. He cautiously takes a seat near Matt, being careful not to spill any of his previous beverage as he sits down. 

“Okay, what’s a good greeting message?” Nick asks, both of his thumbs twilling around his keyboard. Matt raises his head to allow his gaze to shift from his phone to the brunette across from him. 

“Are you serious?” The boy asks, his voice monotone. 

“What?” 

Matt takes a moment to pinch the bridge of his nose, trying to collect the remaining bits of his sanity and brain cells before he replies, “You don’t need a greeting message Nick. Just text her that you want a tat and ask when she’s available.” 

“Alright, alright. My God, no need to be so aggressive.”

“I’m not- Never mind.” Chris snickers under his breath as Matt leans back against the sofa, completely done with the current conversation. Nick flashes the boy an innocent, tight lipped smile before averting his focus back to the device in his hand. After taking a moment to allow the dials in his brain to turn, he finally begins to type out a text. 

After hearting the female’s message, Nick lets out yet another loud whine. The sudden noise causes Matt and Chris to divert their focus from their devices to look over at him. 

“Is she not available or something?” Chris asks, a single eyebrow raising as he eyes his brothers ‘distressed’ state. 

“No. She’s checking her availability right now.” Nick replies, a loud, dramatic sigh escaping his slightly glossed lips as he allows his phone to slip out of his hand and fall to the cushion with a soft thump.

“Well, you seem like you’re going through it right now so-“ 

“I am.” Matt narrows his eyes at Nick as the boy cuts him off. The brunette takes a deep breath to collect himself before he continues, “You seem to be going through it so I suggest that you go eat something. You know, to calm down your nerves and get your mind off you innerly dying.” 

“I have a feeling that I should be offended by that but I'm gonna do what you suggested anyways.” 

“I didn’t have any negative or hurtful intentions behind what I said but whatever helps you sleep at night, kid.” Nick gets up off the sofa with a soft huff, his eyes darting to his two brothers who have both returned to busing themselves on their separate devices.

The boy huffs softly and makes his way to the kitchen, the hollow sound of his platform shoes thumping against the wooden floorboards filing the house. 

Upon arriving at the kitchen, the brunette swiftly opens both doors of the fridge. The moment he goes to scan the contents inside, the feeling of his phone vibrating in his pants pocket causes him to halt his actions.

Without hesitation, the boy whips his phone out, the sight of Mez texting him back sending an excited spark down his spine. With a rather large smile, the boy unlocks his phone and opens up his chat with the mentioned female. 

It didn't take Mez very long for her to send Nick the tattooist’s Instagram. The brunette eyes the @ in the chat for a moment before sighing softly and copying it to his board. The boy didn’t know why he was so anxious about this whole situation. Mez wouldn’t try to set him up with another tattooist who’d do him dirty, right? 

right? 

Before Nick allows his thoughts to spiral, he quickly opens up Instagram and clicks on the magnifying glass at the bottom of his screen. In a few taps, the boy pastes the @ in the search bar and taps on the first account that pops up. Immediately, the brunette is greeted by your profile. The boy subconsciously hums faintly as he begins to scroll through the profile, his eyes scanning the countless numbers of posts illustrating the work you’ve done. 

It didn’t take long for the boy to be super impressed by the numerous tattoos you’ve done and the amazing quality each of them have. It seemed to him like some of your best works were simple lined tats with no color, which for him is a perfect fit for what he’s looking for.

While your colored works are wonderfully done, he wasn’t looking for media like that at the moment. The moment the brunette saw an Edward Scissorhands tattoo that you had made for a client about a week back, he immediately knew you were the one. 

With no further hesitation, the boy scrolls all the way back to the top of your profile. He taps on your bookings highlight and allows his eyes to scan the quick and simple information found there for a moment. Surprisingly to him, you have a lot of open spots. Who knew such a talented tattooist like you would have so many openings? 

Closing out of the highlight, his eyes immediately lock on the number in your bio. Unbeknownst to Nick, the boy began to grow a small, excited smile on his lips as he held his thumb over the number. When it highlights with a light blue color, he removes his finger and swipes out of Instagram.

He quickly opens up his messages app and the moment he goes to open up a new chat, a loud and sharp ringing sound pierces his ears. The boy immediately flinches at the sound, both of his hands shooting up to cover his ears in hopes of muffling the ringing. 

“Nick, shut the fucking fridge! What the hell are you doing?” Matt exclaims, his voice carrying a sense of irritation as he looks over at the older boy standing in front of the refrigerator.

Nick’s mouth shapes into a small oval as he raises his head and locks his eyes on the inside of the fridge. After allowing himself to come back to reality, he takes a few steps back in order to softly shut the fridge’s doors. 

“My bad. Wasn’t paying attention.” Nick apologizes, his free hand raising to rub his nape out of slight embarrassment. 

“You’re fine. You were letting all the cold air out. I was starting to feel it from way over here.” Matt reassures the male, the tone of his voice much softer than it was moments ago. 

“Dramatic ass.” Nick mumbles, his eyes narrowing as he shoots a quick glare at the younger boy. Matt simply shrugs at the brunette’s statement, deciding not to add to the conversation at hand as he brings his phone up to his face again.

Nick can’t help but sigh at the male, his eyes rolling as he turns on his heels to walk to the dining table. Instead of pulling out a chair and seating himself down, the boy stands behind the dark wooded furniture. 

When his chest hits the back of the chair, he subconsciously allows his left arm to drape over it, his right elbow resting on the back and bending upwards as he holds his phone up to his face. It takes a moment for the boy to remember what he was originally doing, considering how the fridge so rudely interrupted his train of thought. However when he opens his messages and sees the new chat holding your phone number at the top, everything comes back to him. 

Without a second thought, the boy allows his thumbs to type a message. After briefly scanning over what he wrote, he sends it with a confident tap. 

“WHOOP! WE GOT AN APPOINTMENT!” Nick exclaims happily, both of his hands shooting up in the air in pure joy. 

“With Mez?” Chris asks as he quickly reaches for the remote next to him. He quickly pauses the show that’s faintly playing on the television and turns his body slightly to give the older male his full attention. 

“No.” Nick’s arms shoot down and plop down on both of his slides with a loud slap. A small frown can be seen creeping onto his plush lips as he paddles out of the kitchen and back into the living room. He plops down on the same seat he sat in moments prior before Chris decides to continue the conversation. 

“With who then?” Both Matt and Chris knew that Nick was, as said previously, ‘attached’ to Mez. The brunette has stated multiple times in vlogs that he won’t allow anyone but Mez to tat him. You know, ‘until she gets sick of Matt going on random tangents about Wingstop’s spice scale.’ 

“She sent me another girl's instagram since she doesn’t have any available for a whole month. She does pretty good work, actually. Like I'm very impressed.” Nick replied, his lips slightly shaping into a pout as he faintly nods. 

“Wait, I wanna see.” In an instant, both Matt and Chris scramble off the sofa and seat themselves down on either side of the older brunette. With an encouraging nudge to the side from Chirs, Nick narrows his eyes at the boy and adverts his focus back to the device in his hand.

The boy has to swipe his screen a few times before your profile on instagram pops up again. When he goes to open his mouth to make a quick comment about your work, Matt snatches the device from his palm.

In response, Nick’s jaw drops and he slowly turns his head to look over at the younger boy who’s now focusing on scrolling through your account. The boy radiated major ‘old person energy’ in accordance to Nick due to him holding the device very far to his face, his eyes squinting slightly as his eyes scan the screen. 

“Now why would you think that snatching my phone from me is a good idea? You stupid fuck.” Nick asks, irritation laced in his tone as he seemingly stares bullets at the boy next to him.

At the sight of the latter waving him off and paying no attention to him, the brunette huffs heavily and turns his head to look over at Chris, who has an unreadable expression on his face. When the boy realizes the older is looking at him, his eyes shift over to him. 

“You’re just gonna let him do that?” Chris asks, a single eyebrow rising slightly. Nick simply shrugs in utter defeat, not knowing what to do. When he goes to reply, the sound of Matt speaking up catches his attention. 

“Holy fuck, look at his Eeyore.” The brunette gushes, his eyes widening and shining out of astonishment as he turns the device in his hand over so it faces his two brothers. Immediately, the latter two examine the detailed Eeyore tattoo done on someone’s calf. 

“Holy shit, it looks like she took it right out of the cartoon. That’s literally unreal.” Chris states, his jaw slacking in utter shock. 

“I’m telling you she’s really fucking good.” Nick says as he crosses his arms over his chest. 

“So when’s the appointment?” Chris asks as he reaches to grab the phone from Matt. 

“This friday.”

“You know you need to upload and possibly edit that day right?” Matt questions the older boy with a single raised eyebrow.

“I know, Matt.” Nick replies sassily, side-eying the younger boy before looking over at his phone which is still in Chris’ grasp. “We’ll film the car video tonight and I'll spend all day editing tomorrow so I don't have to worry about it on Friday. I got it all under control, promise.” 

“Alright… But if the fans start having another freak out because your ass didn’t upload on time, don’t come crying to me because you planned shit terribly.” 

“Matt. I got it.” At the sight of the intense glare that Nick is sending him, Matt raises both his arms up in the air in defense. When the boy allows his arm to fall to his lap, Nick huffs softly, a faint thinking expression painting his features for a moment. “Can we go pick something up?” 

Matt’s eyebrows furrow in slight confusion at the sight of the older sending him a blank expression. “Like… to eat?” 

Nick can’t help but roll his eyes at his brother’s stupidness. With his pointer finger and thumb pinching the bridge of his nose, he replies, “No to own. I’ve decided we’re getting a dog today.” Before Matt (and chris’) stunned expressions turn into one of excitement, the brunette continues, “Of course, something to eat! I’m fucking starving.” 

Matt’s expression falls and shapes into one of disappointment before he sluggishly stands up. “Let’s go then.” The brunette mutters with a heavy sigh. 

Immediately, a wide smile appears on Nick’s lips as he hurriedly grabs his phone back from Chris and also stands up. Matt goes to open his mouth to ask the brunette where he wants to eat, however stops himself when the boy seemingly bolts downstairs and to the garage. As Nick’s rapid footsteps fade, Matt turns to Chris with an unamused expression. When the boy points at the staircase, which the older took moments before, Chris simply shrugs and gets up from his seat. 

“I’m kinda hungry too.” The brunette mumbles, his speech getting cut short as a yawn rips through him. Matt allows the younger to stretch out his sore limbs before he pushes his head and walks to the staircase. “Ow, mother fucker!” 

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After two days of conversing with you and making a few adjustments to the tattoos Nick wants, the boy finally finds himself in the car on the way to the tattoo shop. Matt is (obviously) driving the boy to the said shop and Chris has joined the two in his designated passenger seat.

The brunette told the two that he would ‘feel lonely all by himself’ so Nick reluctantly agreed to him joining. Now, the three boys are sitting in comfortable silence in the car, the faint beats of Melanie Martinez, Mac Miller, and Lil Skies all playing through the speakers. 

“When you said that you were going to get the tattoos done in the shop, I was a little surprised.” Matt speaks up, his soft voice cutting through the silence. 

Nick lifts his head up from his phone and looks up at the rear view mirror to momentarily lock eyes with the younger boy. “Really?” 

Matt shrugs his shoulders and focuses on the road ahead of him before adding, “I mean you always get your tats done at home. I’ve never seen you go to get one done at a tattoo shop.” 

Nick hums softly, his lips forcing together into a straight line for a few seconds. “Well, I've never gotten a tattoo done by y/n before and letting her in my house without properly getting to know her would be a little…” 

“It wouldn’t set right with you?” Chris asks, finishing the boy's sentence for him. 

“Yeah.” Nick nods his head in agreement before continuing, “Besides, y/n said that she's more comfortable in the shop and I would never want to make her uncomfortable.” 

“I love how considerate you are of other people, Nick.” At the sight of Chris turning in his seat to look back at him, Nick sends the younger a weary look and shuffles in his seat a little. 

“Thanks…” Nick mumbles, not really knowing how to respond to his brother’s sudden compliment. Chris sends the male a soft smile before turning forwards in his seat again. 

Comfortable silence fills the car once more as the three boys focus on their separate tasks. After a few minutes, the GPA displayed on the center console alerts Matt that they’ve arrived at the tattoo shop. The boy takes a quick glance at the illuminated screen before looking ahead of him and taking in his surroundings. When his eyes land on the shop, he nods faintly to himself and finds an empty spot to park in on the side of the street. 

“Do you want us to come with you Nick or no?” Matt asks as he pulls the gear shift down to park. 

The mentioned male quickly picks his head up, snapping out of the slight gaze he was in, before he looks through the windshield. “Uhh…” Nick trails off as he eyes the tattoo shop a few feet away. “I can go in by myself, it’s fine. You guys can go somewhere or something if you want.” 

“We can wait here for you.” Chris ensures the brunette as he turns back to look at him. 

“Alright. I’ll go in then I guess.” Nick mumbles softly as he reaches for the door handle. With a soft tug down, the door begins to slide open, allowing the boy to slip out of the car. 

“Have fun!” Matt exclaims with a small smile. Nick simply waves his hand in response and pushes the button on the door handle to shut it. After hearing the faint click, the brunette turns on his heels and begins walking towards the tattoo shop.

A sudden wave of anxiety washes over him and the boy finds himself biting down on his lip subconsciously as he walks down the pavement. Getting a new tattoo isn’t new for him so why is he so nervous? 

Upon stepping in front of the shop door, the brunette seemingly has a small stare down with the black, metal door handle. 

Don’t be a pussy, Nick. Just go in already. You're literally embarrassing yourself. 

With a heavy intake of air, Nick finally grabs onto the handle and pulls the door open. Immediately, the sound of the bell ringing above his head rings in his ears as a small greeting. The boy can’t help but wince slightly at the loud sound as he steps inside the shop. As the door shuts behind him with a soft click, the brunette takes a few moments to take in the new and unfamiliar surroundings. 

The interior was decently dark and decently large to say the least. Despite only being able to see the entrance of the shop, the male carefully examines all the furniture and decorations. Most of the furniture was black apart from the off- white tiled ceiling, framed movie posters which decorated the majority of the walls, and the occasional plants tucked in the corners or the front desk. 

Speaking of which, the moment Nick walked into the shop, a dark haired male twirled around in his spinning chair. He was sitting a little ways away from the front and after sitting up a little, his eyes landed on Nick. The male allows his eyes to study the brunette for a moment before he rolls closer to the desk. Upon reaching the dark furniture, he props his feet up on another chair nearby. 

“Newcomer?” The male asks, his slight raspy voice ripping through the silence in the shop. 

At the sudden voice, Nick flinches slightly and quickly whips his head around. At the sight of the male staring right at him, his brain struggles to search for a simple response. The male ahead of him can’t help but chuckle at the brunette ahead of him and reluctantly slips off the chair he’s perched on.

In a few steps, he stands directly behind the desk and bends his upper half to lean over the furniture. The male proceeds to drum his polished nails on the wooden surface, waiting for Nick to reply to his question. 

After a few moments, which seemed like an eternity for Nick, he finally opens his mouth. “Yeah.” He manages to get out. 

The male in front of him slightly nods his head and reaches over to the clipboard next to him. “You have an appointment?” He asks as his free hand begins to dig in a drawer nearby. 

“Yeah, I do. It’s with y/n.” 

The male yet again nods his head, this time with a soft chuckle. As the male retreats his hand from the drawer, a ballpoint pen now in his hand, he begins to flip through the pages in the clipboard. “That girl has been getting new bookings left and right. It’s fucking insane.” 

“Well, she is pretty talented.” 

“Oh, definitely. Gotta say she’s the most talented person in the shop.” Nick nods his head in agreement and finally begins to walk towards the large front desk. He silently watches as the boy in front of him scans the countless number of sheets in front of him, his pierced eyebrows furrowing slightly in concentration.

After a moment, the boy mumbles a small “ah” and taps the tip of the pen on the paper. He swiftly lifts his head and locks eyes with the brunette in front of him before saying, “Name please.” 

“Nick.” The boy instantly replies. 

“Alright, Nick. I’m gonna have you sign a few papers before I bring you to y/n’s space. Is that alright with you?”  

“Yeah, of course.” 

“Perfect…” The male mumbles softly. He turns on his heels to grab a small packet of papers behind him. When he turns back around, he sets the pack as well as a pen on the table and slides it towards Nick. “Here you go. Sit wherever you’d like and give me the papers back when you’re done.” 

“Will do.” The male gives Nick a small nod as he grabs the stack. As the brunette walks to the waiting room, the boy plops back down on his spinning chair, a soft sigh escaping his lips. The male begins to busy himself by pulling out a miniature sketchbook from the front desk and doodling small designs on the empty pages as Nick gets busy filling out the documents. 

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“I filled everything out.” Nick’s sudden statement startles the tattooist behind the front desk and snaps him out of his slight daze. The male quickly gets up from his seat and walks up to the boy with a small smile. After setting his sketchbook down, he sets an open palm out in front of him, gesturing Nick to set the pack in his hand, which he does. 

“That didn’t take very long.” The male comments as he begins to scan through the packet. “You sure you filled everything out?” He teases. 

Nick can’t help but squint his eyes at the boy before replying, “I’ve filled them out before so it really wasn’t that difficult to finish.”

“Have you now?” 

“Yeah. I’ve gotten tattoos done before.” 

“Really?” Silence fills the shop for a moment as Nick stares down at the male in front of him. After recollecting his thoughts and holding himself back from saying anything smart, he replies, “Yeah, I have a whole sleeve done and some of my leg.” 

The male hums softly, finally lifting his head from the packet to lock eyes with Nick. “Proof or you’re lying.” 

A heavy sigh escapes Nick's lips and he pushes down the strong urge to call you and get him out of this annoying predicament. What’s this dude's deal? After receiving a single eyebrow raise from the male in front of him, the brunette reluctantly rolls up the sleeve of his black zip-up. He turns his arm slightly to allow the male to get a quick look at the designs littering his skin before he rolls his sleeve back down with a faint huff.   

“Hmm. Nice.” Nick rolls his eyes yet again at the bland reaction he gets. As he crosses his arms over his chest, the male before him chuckles slightly and stashes the packet of papers in a vanilla folder nearby. “Shall I get you to y/n?” 

“Please.” After gesturing Nick to follow him with a single wave of the hand, the male slips out from behind the desk and begins to walk to the hall a few steps away. As he begins to walk off, Nick quickly chases after him. As he trails close behind him, he can’t help but allow his eyes to trail down both of his arms, which are filled with numerous tattoo designs. 

From what the brunette could see, there was not a single empty space of the male's skin, even his elbows held intricate designs. Before his gaze wanders further down, the male stops abruptly in front of a door. Nick, not paying attention to anything around him, bumps into the boy a little harshly, a soft ‘fuck’ escaping his lips as he stumbles back. 

“My bad.” Nick mumbles out a quick apology as he rubs his nape, the apples of his cheeks taking on a soft red hue. 

“You’re all good. Just be more careful when you’re staring at people.” The tatted male replies. The boy doesn’t allow Nick to defend himself before he knocks on the door they stopped at. “y/n! Nick’s here!” 

“Come in!” You shout out, your voice sounding muffled due to you being on the other side of the door. 

“You heard the woman.” The black haired male states. He sets a hand on Nick’s shoulder and squeezes the male's clothed skin before adding, “Have fun, kid.” And with that, he retreats back to the front. 

Nick stands in front of your door, his jaw slightly dropped in shock as his brain tries to comprehend what just happened. When your worried voice calls out to him, the brunette snaps out of his daze and quickly opens the door in front of him. Nick slowly pushes open the dark surface and peeks his head inside the room. 

“Nick!” You exclaim excitedly, a wide smile visible on your lips. “Come in, come in!” 

Nick quickly slips inside the room and shuts the door behind him, a small smile of his own decorations his features as he locks eyes with you. “Hey y/n! Great to finally meet you in person.” 

“Same here! Gotta say right off the bat, I absolutely LOVE the Edward Scissorhands tee.” At your compliment, Nick looks down at the graphic tee covering his torso, his smile widening ever so slightly. 

“Thanks!” The male beams. Nick takes a quick moment to examine your space, the room giving off a completely different vibe in comparison to the shop. The first thing the male took note of was the color of the walls. They were a soft pastel pink, which seemed to be the perfect shade considering how your chosen decor complimented the color perfectly. 

Speaking of decorations, the brunette could make out a few Sony Angles and other small figures set on shelves attached to the walls and on the main desk, as well as a few posters of presumably your favorite artists and shows. When his eyes locked on the Cry Baby and Portals posters, Nick couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped his lips. 

“You like Melanie?” The male asks, his jaw dropping in pure shock. 

“I love her! I attended her LA show The Trilogy Tour as well the K-12 Tour!” You reply with a wide smile.

“NO FUCKING WAY!” A small giggle escapes your lips when you watch as Nick’s jaw drops. 

“Yes fucking way.” 

“Bro…” A soft laugh escapes you when Nick rubs his face with his hands, a loud groan sounding from him moments later. 

“I fucking love Melanie. I have yet to see her live and it’s KILLING ME.” 

“Well…” You start as you roll towards your desk and pull out the main drawer. “When she goes on tour again, we can both go.” 

Nick’s hands slap down to his sides with a loud slap. “Don’t fuck with me…” The brunette states, his eyes narrowing as he sends a small warning glare in your direction. 

“I’m not!” You defend with a small laugh. Nick’s expression quickly shifts into one of excitement as you slip a small folder out of your drawer. “Now, I promise we’ll go back to talking about Mel but I think we should start getting you tatted.” 

“Oh, yeah! Where should I sit?” 

“In the recliner chair please. Also, do you mind rolling up your pant leg for me?” 

“Of course!” Without a word more, Nick scurries over to the wrapped recliner and seats himself down on it. After swinging both his legs over so he’s laying down fully, he sits up and reaches down to his leg. As he begins to roll up his pant leg, you roll over to him, vanilla folder in hand. 

“So.” You state as you set the folder on your lap. “You excited?” 

“Very.” Nick replies with a bright smile. You can’t help but smile softly at the brunette as you reach over to the nearby rolling tray holding all your needed supplies and pull it over. Before you go to grab the pair of black gloves, you freeze in your spot and furrow your eyebrows. Noticing the sudden change in your demeanor, Nick turns his head to face you, a worried expression instantly painting his features. “What’s wrong?” 

“There’s no music playing.” You mumble, a soft sigh escaping you as you sit up. Nick can’t help but chuckle at how upset you became over something so small. “Was it always this quiet?” 

“Yeah.” When the brunette softly nods his head, a frustrated groan escapes you. 

“Mike must have turned it off again. I swear to God, that dude drives me to the brink of insanity sometimes.” You begin to ramble under your breath as you walk towards the door. 

“Mike?” Nick asks, his head tilting to the side as he grows confused. 

“The dude at the front desk. He’s also the one that walked you here.” When Nick’s mouth shapes into a small oval and he nods his head in understanding, you reach for the doorknob and twist it to open the door. “I’ll be right back, hold on.” When you slip out of the room and shut the door behind you, Nick finds himself examining your room again.

He begins to hum a random tune under his breath and subconsciously bops his head along to it as he gets more comfortable on the recliner. After a few moments, the door opens and reveals you. When you step inside the room, you flash Nick a small smile and make your way over to him again. 

“Sorry about that. I needed to get the speaker since I let Jen use it for her last session. You don’t mind if I play some music right?” You ask as you set the miniature bluetooth speaker on the counter behind you. 

“I don’t mind it at all. I actually prefer listening to music while getting tattoos done. Helps calm me.” Nick replies with a smile. 

“Okay, perfect.” Whipping your phone out of your cargo pants, you immediately open up Spotify. After scrolling through your playlists, you finally settle on your go to one and push play.

As Red Wine Supernova By Chappell Roan plays on the speaker, you put your phone away and finally reach for the black rubber gloves on your tray. “So, before we start, I am going to prep your skin for the stencils. When that is finished, I’ll set the stencils on the area we discussed over text and move it if needed. And then, we can start. Sounds good?” 

“Sounds perfect.” Nick confirms with a firm nod of his head. 

“Alright, let’s get started then!” 

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I had the weirdest dreams about seb I need to tell them to someone so first I dreamed that someone posted videos that they took of him at a resort in Spain last summer and it turned out he there to see s*lena g*mez?? bc they had a thing and they broke up? the most random shit in the world. then I dreamed that on tiktok a group of people that prank called celebs called him and asked him things, and he said he would answer if they told him how they got his #, and it was their favorite phone call

seb dream anon again: I literally never dream about him and I always wanted a cool dream with him and I can't believe my subconscious did this to me. anyway the tiktok asked him about his fav cap movie, and his other movies and shit and he would answer one at a time and then they would explain how they got his contact info, and apparently he was really nice it was insane. and the other dream it would literally be videos of them talking next to a pool about why they stopped seeing each other wtff (2/2)

Wowww, nonnie! Your mind just threw everything Seb related at once at you huh? 😆 I like the fact that he was really nice to the people who prank called him and was so willing to reply to questions lol! Sounds legit. As for the Selena thing; I recall some videos of Seb and Nina Dobrev chatting next to a pool in Ibiza about two years ago I think, so maybe your subconscious was thinking about those? Interesting combination in any case haha! Thanks for sharing, love <3

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Meeting and Dating Jake Ryan would include~

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(Y/f/n = your full name)

- You meet Jake in school. You’re two years younger than him but you guys have independent study together.

- You catch his eye when you walk into class and like most people you’re infatuated with the boy.

- After a few days of awkward glances toward each other and him slowly finding you prettier and prettier he pays a ‘nerd’ to tell him about you.

- He learns your name, number, some interests and your grade. He kind of finds it cute that your younger than him and seemingly interested in him. That day when he’s driving home he recites your name to himself with a smile.

- After at least a month of school he hears a rumor that you like him and he’s overjoyed. He can’t wipe the smile off his face and keeps imagining you coming up to him and shyly asking him out.

- He still has a girlfriend at this point and decides it’s unfair to be thinking like this while he’s with her; they break up but he doesn’t exactly tell her why.

- His friends give him shit but it becomes obvious to them that he likes you and rumors spread. You don’t really believe them. How could the most popular jock in school like a quiet sophomore girl? Hell you’ve never even talked to the boy.

- When you glance at him; he smiles at you and bites his lip but frowns when you turn away with wide eyes. He wonders if you even like him or if the rumors were all bullshit and he threw away his relationship for nothing.

- He goes to your friends and asks them about you; they’re completely shocked of course (and slightly flustered because it’s Jake Ryan) But they nearly instantly reply that you’re single.

- He smiles and laughs (on the inside he’s screaming at himself that it’s his chance and that he should finally make a move).

- Jake asks them to put in a good word for him with a wink and of course they agree.

- You assume nothing when your friends are trying to convince you to talk to him; you just assume they think you have a shot because of the rumors.

- He really starts to try and impress you. Are you for some reason at his gym class? Watch him do excessive chin ups or run faster than anyone during laps. Anywhere near him? He’ll put on his most attractive look and tries to make himself look like he’s naturally perfect.

- He basically basks in your gaze, he relishes the moments where you pay him attention.

- It’s only a few days after he heard you liked him that he left his last class on a mission. He was ‘at least going to talk to you’ was his first thought. His second was ‘fuck it if I’m going to talk to her then I’m taking my chances’.

- You were standing by your locker when he began walking towards you, he acted casual although he really felt like running up to and kissing you. You realized he was actually there for you when he sidled up to your side, smiled and leaned against the locker next to yours.

- He asked if he could drive you home with a dazzling smile and the smile you gave him in return made his heart melt.

-His friends hollered at the two of you as you both walked toward his car, he only slipped his arm around your waist and pulled you into his side. You honestly pinched yourself thinking you were dreaming.

- He opened the door for you and watched as you climbed in. He was trying to act cool but he felt the same as you and genuinely thought he was dreaming.

- After a few minutes of small talk and driving he glances over at you and asked if the rumors are true. Your heart kind of dropped thinking this was some elaborate scheme to make fun of you and/or ambush you.

- Your face flushed and you stuttered out something like ‘what rumors I have no idea what your talking about’. He glanced over at you and grinned.

“Red looks good on you”

“ Listen, I’ve seen the way you look at mez I like it, you know? Your eyes on me it’s a nice feeling; I could get used to it. I mean your insanely attractive, who wouldn’t want your attention. I just think we’d make a cute couple but you don’t have to agree. I mean if you don’t no harm done you know, this was just a drive and we can both forget about it.”

- He sounds smooth and unbothered but he’s secretly praying that you’ll agree with him like you would ever say no.

- He almost crashes the car when you lean in and kiss his cheek

- He bites his lip and smiles, managing to keep his cool as he pulls into your driveway. He opens the door for you and the two of you stand next to the car glancing at each other in silence for a few moments before he speaks again.

“Correct me if I’m wrong but I feel like you do like me.”

“I feel like you’re enjoying my embarrassment way too much.”

“You won’t have to be embarrassed if we’re dating. No shame in liking your boyfriend ...in fact it’s kind of an unspoken rule.”

“So if I agree to date you…?”

“If you agree then I’ll probably just have to kiss you.”

“I think I would like that.”

“So is that a yes?”

“ I y/f/n wholeheartedly agree to date you Jake Ryan.”

- He pulls you to him by your waist and gives you one of the most breathtaking kisses you’ve ever had.

- When you break apart he has one of the biggest smiles on his face, he picks you up and spins you around promising that it will be the ‘greatest date you’ll ever have’.

- You had to agree; it definitely was the best date you ever had whether that was because of the date itself or because it was with him is up for debate.

- He picked you up at your house with a big bouquet of flowers. When you got to his house he put his hands over your eyes and led you to the set up.

- In his backyard he had set up a hammock, chairs and a projector. He set up a barbecue and some random junk food.

- You spent the evening eating, talking and once it turned dark he set up a movie on the projector. The two of you ended up snuggling together on the hammock watching some stupid teen movie.

- Jake couldn’t stop watching you. And kissing you. He was just all over you the entire time. You were both still in a dreamlike state thinking you were gonna wake up any second.

- There’s a lot of compliments and cute comments throughout the date.

“You just look so adorable in my arms.”

“You have to admit this feels right...us being together. Just you and me.”

- You ended up falling asleep cuddled up to each other and woke up late at night. He watched tiredly rubbing his eyes in a bleary state as you panicked and quickly tried to gather your things.

- He found it kind of cute and funny, he kept trying to assure you that he was sure everything would be fine. He finally stood up and pulled you to him so he could kiss you which only calmed you down slightly.

- You scared your parents half to death and they scolded you for it but you still thought it was worth it. Your parents most likely threatened him as you stood by his side red faced hiding your face in one of your hands in embarrassment.

- He apologized over the phone a few hours after he drove back home. He was so sorry that he had gotten you in trouble that he completely diregarded the fact that he too got yelled at. In fact most of the yelling was directed towards him.

- At school you kind of thought he would want to pretend you weren’t together since you were younger and not incredibly popular. This idea was quickly dismissed as you stepped out of your front door and found him waiting to drive you guys to school in the morning.

- He gave you his jacket and wrapped his arm around your waist as you walked through the doors of the school together. He seemed completely calm and unaware of the eyes on you.

- People whispered and passed the news that the two of you were together extremely quickly. You were genuinely surprised at how fast word had traveled.

- Every girl was envious of you every guy became envious of him though they hid behind comments like ‘she’s not even that hot’ or ‘she’s so young, he’s basically a cradle robber’.

- You became the ‘hottest couple in school’.

- You catch him looking at you a lot, usually with a smile on his face. It never fails to make you flustered and leaves you with warm feeling in your stomach.

He likes to pick you up when you hug. He wraps his arms around you tightly and buries his face in your shoulder or the crook of your neck as your feet leave the ground momentarily.

- Slow kisses while he keeps his hand on your jaw and on your waist.

- Cute thoughtful dates, that make you smile.

- Not a lot of Pda because his friends give him shit for it and he doesn’t want to totally embarrass you in front of the whole school because undoubtedly everyone’s watching. So you guys keep it innocent and light.

- When you leave school it’s a whole different story. He can’t keep his hands off you.

- There’s constant affection pouring out from him.

- He really finds you adorable and can’t contain his love for you.

- He says ‘I love you’ really casually most of the time; like it’s no big deal for him to say. He means it wholeheartedly everytime, it’s so easy for him to say because he was saying the words in his head a while before you started dating.

- He walks you to class and drives you to and from school everyday.

- He gets you little gifts and leaves cute notes in your locker and on your desk. Sometimes he even makes someone whose in your class hand deliver them to you.

- Lots of cuddling. Doesn’t matter what way or for how long but it’s happening everyday. He prefers to hold you as close to him as possible with a grip that’s just tight enough.

- He bites his lip at you a lot, sometimes just absentmindedly and sometimes purposefully but it always makes him smile when you blush/become flustered.

- He makes jokes every now and then about him being older. He likes when you lightly swat his arm with a small smile on your face.

- He also makes some grade A dad jokes too.

- During fights there’s a lot of arguing but not really yelling, you eventually get so aggravated you leave the room or building. He’ll always follow you, mostly trying to see what the hell you think you’re doing.

- Then it becomes obvious that you’re trying to leave to walk home. He tries to convince you to stay as you ignore him. He’ll get worried and start his car, telling you that he’ll drive you home even as you continue to walk.

- He’ll get in his car and drive beside you telling you to get inside, you don’t say anything and keep walking. He’ll honestly keep it up until you’re like a block or two away from your house and there’s no way you’re gonna talk to him and no reason for him to ‘drive you home’. He’ll sigh and yell out a goodbye before driving off.

- He genuinely cares and worries about you. He won’t stop calling you all night, in school he’ll try and get you to talk to him any way he can even if you explode on him. If you yell at him than that’s just one step closer to getting your issue resolved.

- He’ll make this note in independent study it’s like a ‘check yes if you like me’ kind of thing but it’s ‘check yes if you still like me’. You can hear him tap anxiously on his desk as the notes passed over and you read it.

- You end up laughing, you can’t stay mad at him when he comes up to you at the end of class. You hand him the note checked ‘yes’ as you shake your head with a smile. He grins and lifts you up as he kisses you.

- He can’t say no to you 90% of the time. If you ask him to do something for you there’s no doubt that he’ll say yes.

- He’d do anything for you. If you even hint that you want something, it’s done, it’s yours.

- Sometimes he can’t believe that he’s dating you which he finds funny because he’s the Jake Ryan and yet he feels lucky that you’re his.

- He loves hearing how much you like him or that you were talking about him. It never seems to get old to him.

- He’s not too jealous of a person, he knows you love him and not many people in the school can really compare to him; let’s be honest, but it still irks him when he hears that someone asked you out or has a crush on you.

- He has no problem threatening them and usually does but you’ll never find out and even if you do hear about it how could you believe that Jake Ryan would feel threatened by a geek.

- He’s very protective of you. If anyone says anything bad about you it’s all over for them. They might as well drop out because every second they’re in that school they’re in danger.

- He always tries to help you with your work even though he mostly just distracts you. You’ll be trying to understand what he’s saying about algebra and then the next second his hand is on your shoulder and it’s all over.

- His parents are out of town a lot so you often have his house to yourselves. You convince your parents that you’re staying with a friend over the weekend and bribe your friend into covering for you while you stay with him.

- You’ll either wake up with him spooning you or with his head on your chest with his arms are wrapped around you.

- You have a new nickname everyday, he never seems to run out. Babe, honey, darling, angel, etc, etc...

- You take your relationship kind of slow, you guys are together for a while before you actually have sex. You probably lost your virginity to him.

- He’s a very sensitive boy and just wants to be loved.

- He’s the perfect gentleman. He opens doors for you, pulls out chairs, gives you his jacket when your cold, literally carries you over puddles.

- He has no idea of what ‘expensive’ means. He’s practically rich so price really doesn’t matter to him 99% of the time. Honest to god when you got your license he and his parents bought you a car.

- His parents really love you although they were a bit surprised that he broke up with his previous girlfriend for you. Once they get to know you they can’t blame you.

- Your parents love him and hate him at the same time. He’s to likable to fully hate but they feel like he’s to old for you and a ‘bad influence’ because you sneak out to see him and he doesn’t always get you home on time.

- He always remembers your anniversary and always plans this big extravagant day for you guys.

- You are definitely obligated to go to his graduation. He couldn’t imagine you not being there in the seats watching him. He’ll definitely return the favor when you graduate and will cheer louder than anyone.

-There’s a bit of a long distance relationship for a while when he goes off to college. He comes back to town nearly every weekend and visits his family and especially you. After that he’s pretty much ensured a job at his fathers business and is back in town.

- He plans on marrying you, in fact he thinks about it practically everyday. His parents sort of had to convince him not to propose when you turned eighteen. You guys move in together when you graduate from college and he proposes to you not long after. He buys you the most beautiful engagement ring you had ever saw and your wedding is something out of a fairytale.