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[solvyn]

could we get devin booker angst + smut? devin + yn gets into a heated argument before they go to a party. yn decides its a good idea to make devin jealous, she starts speaking to other guys (gets a lil handsy) he sees that and starts to become angry. he decides once they get home hes going to teach her a lesson 🫠

burning for you - d.booker

summary: a heated argument fueled by jealousy ignites a night of passion, forcing devin and y/n to confront their feelings word count: 3.8k warnings: angst, arguments, smut - oral (fem! receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v, fluffy ending an: thank you so much for requesting!! i hope you enjoy!! <3

the apartment felt smaller by the second, the air thick with unspoken words. you and devin had been circling around the issue for days now, and tonight, it had all come to a head.

"you’ve been avoiding me all week," devin’s voice cut through the silence, low and tight, frustration evident in every word. "i don’t even know what’s going on with you anymore, and i can’t keep guessing."

you flinched at the accusation, but your anger flared up immediately. “avoiding you? you’re one to talk,” you shot back, your tone biting. “you’ve been so wrapped up in your schedule, your games, your friends��do you even remember the last time we spent a real evening together?”

his jaw tightened. “i’m not asking for much, y/n. i've been trying to balance everything, but i don’t even get a damn minute of your time. and when i do try to talk to you, it’s like i’m talking to a brick wall.”

you scoffed, rolling your eyes. “and when was the last time you actually listened to me? you’re always too busy with your basketball career, your endorsements, or whatever else you’ve got going on. you don’t even notice when i’m upset, or when i’m telling you that i need more from you. you just expect everything to be fine, like i’m supposed to drop everything for you every time you need me.”

he stepped closer, his voice low but simmering with anger. “i’m not saying you should drop everything for me. but you’ve been shutting me out for weeks. i know something’s wrong, and every time i try to ask, you either ignore me or change the subject. what do you want from me, y/n? i’m here, but you’re so distant. you don’t even seem to care.”

your heart was racing now, a rush of emotions flooding your chest. “what do i want from you?” you shook your head in disbelief. “i want you to actually see me, devin. i want you to stop treating me like i’m some afterthought. you think i don’t see how you prioritise everything else before me? you think i can’t tell when you’re too busy to even give me five minutes of your time?”

devin’s frustration was palpable as he ran a hand through his hair. “i’ve been trying, y/n. i’ve been trying to balance everything, to make time for you. but it feels like no matter what i do, it’s never enough for you.”

your chest tightened at his words, and a rush of hurt and anger surged through you. “it’s not enough because it’s always on your terms, devin. you get to decide when you have time for me, and i just have to be okay with it. but i’m not okay with it.”

“then what do you want me to do?” his voice cracked, frustration leaking through. “i’m doing everything i can. what more do you want?”

“i want to feel like i’m a priority,” you snapped, your voice shaking. “i want to feel like i’m not just here when you need something. i want you to care about me, not just the idea of me when it’s convenient for you.”

his expression hardened, a mixture of confusion and defensiveness crossing his face. “you think i don’t care about you? that’s what this is about? you think i don’t care about us?”

the words hit harder than you expected, and suddenly, your voice grew smaller despite the anger bubbling inside you. “that’s exactly it. i don’t know if you care anymore. you’re always too busy for me, and when you’re not, you’re distracted by everything else. it’s like i don’t even matter.”

the hurt in your voice caught devin off guard, and he took a step back, clearly not knowing how to respond. “i didn’t mean to make you feel like that. i didn’t realise—”

“i’m tired of being ignored,” you interrupted him, your voice breaking, the weight of the argument sinking in. “i’m tired of not feeling important. i need more from you than just your presence when it’s easy for you. i need someone who actually listens, who’s there when i need them. and right now, i don’t feel like you’re that person.”

the words hung in the air, heavy and charged. devin's eyes were wide with frustration, and you could see the anger boiling beneath the surface.

“you think i don’t care about you?” he spat, his voice rising. “are you really going to stand there and say that to me? after everything i’ve done for us?”

“i don’t know what you’ve done for us, devin!” you fired back, stepping forward, your chest heaving with anger. “you’ve been so fucking caught up in your own world that you haven’t even noticed me slipping away. i don’t even recognise this version of you anymore, and frankly, i’m tired of pretending everything’s fine when it’s not!”

he stepped closer, towering over you, his voice low but laced with fury. “you don’t get to throw that shit in my face, y/n. you don’t get to act like i haven’t tried. i’ve been trying to balance everything, but you keep pushing me away. what the hell do you want from me?”

“what do I want?” you laughed bitterly, shaking your head. “i want you to stop acting like i’m supposed to be your second priority! i want you to actually see me for once and not just treat me like some backup plan. i’m done playing second choice, devin!”

the anger surged through him, his hands balling into fists as he took another step forward. “maybe you should just stop being so damn selfish, y/n. maybe you need to understand that i have responsibilities too. it’s not all about you, all the time!”

your voice grew louder, sharper. “i never said it was all about me! but damn, you act like i don’t matter. you act like i’m just here when it’s convenient for you!”

the silence that followed was thick, both of you standing there, seething, eyes burning with frustration. neither of you were willing to back down now.

devin's face contorted in rage as he snarled, “you want to see how i really feel? fine. but don’t you dare come crying to me when you push me too far.”

without waiting for a response, he turned and stormed toward the door. the slam of it as he left made the tension in the room feel suffocating.

-

the car ride to the party was suffocating. the air between you and devin was thick with anger, your argument still fresh in your mind. the silence was heavy, both of you too stubborn to break it.

devin’s hands were gripping the steering wheel, knuckles white, jaw clenched so tight you could see the muscle twitch. he was furious. so were you. but neither of you wanted to be the first to back down.

when he pulled up to the party, he didn’t even glance at you before stepping out and slamming the car door shut. you rolled your eyes, inhaling sharply before following him inside.

the house was packed, the music loud, the air buzzing with energy. people were already deep into their drinks, laughing and moving through the space in a way that made it clear the night was just getting started.

devin barely acknowledged you as he walked in, already getting pulled into conversation by some of his teammates. you stood there for a moment, watching him, the way he seemed so effortlessly comfortable, acting as if nothing had happened.

as if you hadn’t just fought.

as if he wasn’t still seething.

your blood boiled as you watched him interact with his friends, laughing at their jokes, nodding along to whatever conversation they were having, while you were left standing alone, gripping the drink someone had handed you.

fine.

if he wanted to act like everything was fine, like you didn’t exist, then two could play that game.

you wandered through the party, smiling at people you barely knew, sipping at your drink a little too fast, letting the warmth of the alcohol settle in your veins. you talked to a few acquaintances, laughing at their stories, forcing yourself to focus on anything but devin. but it wasn’t working.

every time you glanced in his direction, he was still completely unbothered, still talking, still laughing, as if you weren’t even in the same room.

that was when the idea hit you.

you weren’t just going to ignore him. you were going to make him feel ignored.

you spotted a group of guys by the bar, one of them—lucas—standing out immediately. he was attractive, charming in that easygoing way, the kind of guy who knew exactly how to work a conversation. you had met him a couple of times before through mutual friends, and he had always been friendly, maybe a little flirty.

perfect.

you sauntered over, your hips swaying just a little more than usual, your lips curving into a smirk as you slid into the group effortlessly.

“y/n,” lucas greeted you, flashing you a grin. “didn’t think i’d see you here tonight.”

you shrugged, swirling the drink in your hand. “last-minute decision.”

“well, i’m glad you came,” he said smoothly, his eyes flicking over you appreciatively. “you look—” he let his gaze linger for a second before meeting your eyes again. “stunning.”

you let out a soft laugh, tilting your head slightly. “that so?”

you could feel devin’s gaze before you even turned to confirm it.

he was still across the room, standing with his teammates, but his focus was entirely on you now.

good.

you leaned into the conversation more, laughing at lucas’ jokes, letting your hand brush against his arm here and there. every now and then, you’d flick your gaze toward devin just to see if he was still watching.

he was.

and he did not look happy.

his jaw was clenched, his eyes dark, his entire posture stiff as he watched you with barely contained fury. he wasn’t even pretending to be engaged in the conversation with his friends anymore. he was locked in on you.

you smirked to yourself before turning your full attention back to lucas.

“what are you doing after this?” lucas asked, leaning in slightly, his hand resting lightly on your waist now.

you opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, a firm hand wrapped around your wrist, yanking you away with enough force that you barely had time to react.

“we’re leaving.”

devin’s voice was low, dangerous, filled with something that sent a shiver down your spine.

lucas frowned, stepping forward slightly. “hey, man—”

devin turned his head, shooting him a glare so sharp that lucas immediately took a step back, raising his hands in surrender.

you didn’t protest as devin dragged you through the party, his grip unrelenting. you barely had time to register the heat rolling off of him before you were out the door, stepping into the cool night air.

the second you were outside, he spun you around, pressing you against the side of his car, his body caging you in.

his eyes burned into you, filled with something dark and possessive.

“making me jealous?” he asked, his voice low, dangerously calm. “is that what you think is a good idea?”

you swallowed hard, refusing to back down. “seems like it worked.”

his hand came up to grip your jaw, tilting your head so you had no choice but to meet his gaze.

“you don’t get to play games with me, y/n,” he murmured, his voice dripping with warning. “you want my attention? congratulations. you have all of it.”

you smirked, your pulse racing. “what are you going to do about it?”

the corner of his mouth twitched, something dark and amused flickering in his eyes.

“oh, you’ll see.”

-

the car ride home was thick with silence, but it wasn’t the same as before.

this wasn’t the heavy, suffocating quiet of your earlier argument. this was something else. charged. dangerous.

devin’s grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles white as he drove through the empty streets, his jaw set in a hard line. he hadn’t said a word since he dragged you out of the party, but he didn’t have to. his entire body radiated anger.

you sat beside him, arms crossed, your heart still hammering from the way he had looked at you outside the party—like he was two seconds away from losing control.

you bit your lip, suppressing the smirk threatening to form.

this was exactly what you had wanted.

he pulled into the driveway, cutting the engine abruptly before stepping out of the car without so much as a glance in your direction. you followed, the tension between you crackling like static.

the second the front door shut behind you, he turned.

"you think you're funny, huh?" his voice was sharp, but there was something else there too—something rougher, something possessive.

you lifted a brow, feigning innocence. "i don't know what you're talking about."

devin scoffed, running a hand down his face as he let out a bitter laugh. "don't play dumb, y/n. flirting with other guys? letting that idiot put his hands on you? did you really think i was just going to stand there and let that slide?"

you met his glare head-on, refusing to back down. "oh, now you care? now you suddenly have something to say? you ignored me all night until i gave you a reason not to."

his eyes darkened. he took a step closer. "you think i didn't care? you think i didn't notice? i've been pissed off since the second we walked into that party, but i was trying—really fucking trying—not to let this get out of hand."

your heart pounded as you stared up at him, your breath shallow. "so what, devin? you were just going to let me sit there and wonder if you even gave a damn? was i supposed to just shut up and wait for you to remember i exist?"

his nostrils flared, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "that's not what this is about, and you know it."

"then what is it about?" you pushed him, both hands against his chest, shoving him back a step. "because from where i’m standing, it sure as hell looks like you only care when someone else wants me!"

that was the breaking point.

devin moved fast—so fast that you barely had time to react before your back hit the wall, his hands slamming against the surface on either side of you, trapping you in.

his face was inches from yours, his breathing ragged, his eyes burning with something dark and untamed.

"you want my attention?" his voice was low, rough, sending a shiver down your spine.

you opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, his lips crashed onto yours.

the kiss was angry, desperate, all the frustration from the night pouring into the way he claimed your mouth. his hands gripped your waist, pulling you against him as if he couldn’t stand even a sliver of space between you.

you gasped into the kiss, and he took advantage of it, deepening it, his tongue sweeping against yours in a way that made your knees weak.

your fingers found his shirt, fisting the fabric as you pulled him closer, matching his intensity, pouring your own frustration into the way you kissed him back.

his hands roamed, sliding down to your thighs before he lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist on instinct. he didn’t hesitate, carrying you through the house with purpose, never breaking the kiss as he manoeuvred into the bedroom.

the second your back hit the mattress, he was on you, his body pressing you down, his hands exploring, his lips never straying too far from yours.

the tension, the anger, the jealousy—it all burned away, leaving nothing but pure, unfiltered need in its wake.

and neither of you had any intention of stopping.

devin’s lips were relentless, his hands everywhere at once—gripping your waist, sliding up your sides, threading into your hair as he kissed you like he was trying to erase every trace of anyone else’s touch.

you matched his energy, tugging at his shirt, your fingers desperate against his skin. he let out a low groan against your lips as you traced your nails down his back, his grip tightening around you in response.

"you drive me fucking crazy," he muttered, his breath hot against your jaw as he kissed down the column of your neck, his teeth grazing sensitive skin. you gasped, arching into him, your hands tangling in his hair.

"good," you shot back, your voice breathless, teasing. "now you know how it feels."

devin growled, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. his pupils were blown, his jaw tight, his chest rising and falling heavily. "you really think i don't notice you? that i don’t care?" his voice was rough, the weight of his words thick with emotion.

your breath hitched, but before you could answer, he was kissing you again—deeper this time, slower, like he was trying to prove something.

the air between you was scorching, his hands sliding under your dress, fingertips pressing into your thighs as he settled between them. you gasped as he shifted, his lips trailing down, his hands making quick work of the fabric between you.

"you're mine, y/n" he murmured against your skin, his voice dark, possessive. "and i’m about to remind you exactly why."

his lips trailed down to your collarbone, and you let out a shuddering breath as his fingers traced the line of your panties. you could feel the dampness between your legs, and you knew you were ready for him.

he hooked his fingers under the fabric, pulling it aside as his lips found your most sensitive spot. you cried out, arching your back as he began to work you over with his tongue. it was almost too much, and you had to grip the sheets to keep from writhing beneath him.

"devin," you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper. "please."

he chuckled darkly against your skin, his fingers teasing your entrance as he continued to torture you with his tongue. you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

finally, he slid a finger inside you, and you cried out, your body shaking as you came apart beneath him. he continued to work you over, prolonging your orgasm as you rode out wave after wave of pleasure.

when you finally came down, you found yourself panting and sweaty, your body still trembling with aftershocks. devin pulled away, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at you.

"you're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "i could watch you cum all day."

you smiled, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. "i think it's your turn," you said softly.

he grinned, leaning down to kiss you deeply before pulling away and stripping off his clothes. you watched as he revealed his toned body, your eyes brightening as you looked at his cock.

he climbed onto the bed, settling between your legs as he positioned himself at your entrance. you could feel your heart racing, your body already eager for more.

he slid inside you slowly, his eyes locked on yours as he filled you completely. you let out a low moan, your body stretching to accommodate him. it was almost too much, but it felt so good that you couldn’t help but beg for more.

he began to move, his hips rocking against yours as he set a steady rhythm. you matched his movements, your body moving in sync with his as you lost yourself in the sensation of him inside you.

it wasn’t long before you felt yourself building up again, your body responding to his touch as if it had been waiting for this all night. you gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you urged him on.

he groaned, his movements becoming more desperate as he felt you tightening around him. you could see the pleasure written all over his face, and it only made you want him more.

finally, with one last thrust, you both came apart, your bodies shaking as you rode out the wave of pleasure together. you clung to him, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

devin collapsed against you, his weight grounding you as you both fought to catch your breath. his forehead rested against yours, his skin damp with sweat, his chest rising and falling in sync with yours. neither of you spoke for a long moment, the only sound in the room being the lingering echoes of your shared pleasure.

his hands, once gripping you with unrelenting force, now moved softly, tracing idle patterns along your bare skin, his touch slow, almost reverent. you felt his lips press against your temple—gentle, lingering. a stark contrast to the desperation that had consumed you both just moments before.

you exhaled shakily, your fingers ghosting up his back, feeling the tension still coiled in his muscles. even after everything, his body remained taut, his jaw still clenched. the weight of the night, of the argument, of the jealousy, hadn’t entirely faded.

devin pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his brow furrowed slightly, his fingers brushing over your cheek. "you really think i don't care?" his voice was rough, quieter now, but still edged with something raw.

your throat tightened at the question, at the vulnerability behind it.

"you ignored me all night," you admitted, your voice softer than before, but still holding its own weight. "i felt like i didn’t even exist to you."

his jaw tensed, and for a second, you thought he might get defensive again. but instead, he sighed, his head dropping slightly before he looked at you again, his gaze intense. "i was mad," he admitted, his thumb tracing the curve of your lip. "but not at you. at myself."

you frowned slightly, confused. "devin—"

"i don’t always know how to handle shit when it comes to you," he cut in, his voice low but firm. "you mean too much to me. and sometimes, that scares the hell out of me."

your breath caught at the admission, at the way his eyes searched yours, like he was afraid of what he’d find.

"you don’t have to be scared," you murmured, your fingers running through his hair, pushing the damp curls from his forehead. "i just need to know you’re here. that you see me."

his lips parted slightly, his expression softening.

"i do," he whispered. "i always do."

he kissed you again, slower this time, his lips moving against yours in a way that felt like a silent apology, a promise.

you melted into him, allowing yourself to believe him, to let go of the frustration, the jealousy, the need to push and pull. because, in the end, you both wanted the same thing—each other.

and tonight, that was enough.

[solvyn]

covered in me - j.hughes

summary: jack insists you stay wrapped in his arms, and exactly where you belong word count: 290 warnings: suggestive but no smut

the soft glow of the bedside lamp cast warm shadows across the room, the air thick with the remnants of your lovemaking. you stirred beneath the sheets, limbs tangled with jack’s, your body still humming with the aftermath. you exhaled a deep, contented sigh, pressing a lazy kiss to his chest before shifting to sit up.

jack’s arm tightened around your waist immediately, his grip firm as he pulled you flush against him. “where do you think you’re going?” his voice was thick with sleep and satisfaction, a smirk curling at his lips as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

you laughed softly, your fingers threading through his messy hair. “i need to shower,” you murmured, though you made no real attempt to move. “i’m all sticky.”

jack hummed against your skin, his lips pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to your shoulder. “that’s the point,” he murmured, voice rough with possessiveness. “you’re covered in me.”

you rolled your eyes, but your stomach fluttered at his words. “jack—”

“stay,” he interrupted, his hands sliding down to your hips, his thumb tracing idle circles against your skin. “i like you like this.”

you shivered beneath his touch, a delicious warmth spreading through you. “you’re impossible.”

jack grinned, shifting so he was hovering over you, his weight pinning you down. “and you love it.”

you sighed dramatically, but the way your fingers curled into his back betrayed you. jack chuckled, pressing a teasing kiss to your lips before settling against you once more, his arms locking you in place.

“the shower can wait,” he murmured sleepily. “just stay here, just like this.”

you smiled, surrendering to the warmth of his embrace. “fine,” you whispered.

jack smirked against your skin. “good girl.”

[solvyn]

home is you - q.hughes

summary: after a long, exhausting day, quinn comes home to you—his safe place, his comfort, his always. word count: 728 warings: fluff

it's late when you finally hear the front door open, the soft creak of the hinges making your heart skip. you'd been curled up on the couch for the better part of an hour, the tv playing some random show you weren’t really watching, your attention fixed on the quiet hum of the city outside. but now, with the sound of keys clinking against the wood bowl by the door, your whole body relaxes.

quinn’s home.

he looks exhausted, dark circles smudged beneath his eyes, his hair a little messy from running his hands through it all day. his suit jacket is draped over one arm, the first few buttons of his dress shirt undone. when his eyes find yours, he smiles—small and a little tired, but warm enough to melt you instantly.

"hey," he says, voice soft as he toes off his shoes and makes his way over to you.

"hey, you," you whisper back, shifting to make room for him as he drops onto the couch beside you. he sighs the moment his head hits your shoulder, his whole body sinking into yours like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

"long day?" you ask, pressing your lips to the crown of his head, breathing in the faint mix of cologne and the chill of the night air clinging to him.

"the longest," he groans, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. "missed you."

"missed you more."

he hums, content, nuzzling further into you. your fingers find their way into his hair, combing through the strands, and he practically melts under your touch. he’s always like this after a rough day—quiet, clingy, needing to be close, needing the kind of comfort only you can give.

"did you eat?" you ask after a moment, your fingers trailing down to rub slow circles against his back.

he shakes his head, eyes still closed. "was gonna just sleep."

"quinn," you sigh, pulling back just enough to look at him. "you can’t go to bed without eating."

he pouts—actually pouts—and it’s so unfair how cute he looks, all sleepy and soft like this. "m’too tired to cook."

"good thing i made something for you then, huh?"

his eyes flutter open, the hint of a smile playing at his lips. "you did?"

"of course i did." you press a quick kiss to his cheek before slipping off the couch, tugging him up with you. "come on, baby. let’s get you fed."

he grumbles a little but follows, trailing behind you into the kitchen. you plate up the meal you made earlier, reheating it quickly before setting it down in front of him. he watches you the whole time, something soft and sleepy in his gaze, like he’s still processing the fact that you’re here, taking care of him.

"you're the best, you know that?" he mumbles around a bite of food, eyes flickering up to meet yours.

"i try," you tease, nudging his foot beneath the table. "eat up, huggy."

he rolls his eyes but doesn’t argue, finishing his food quickly before standing to rinse off his plate. you move to help, but he stops you with a firm shake of his head, hands settling on your waist instead.

"i got it," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. "you already did enough."

"you sure?"

"positive."

so you let him, leaning against the counter as he moves around the kitchen, the exhaustion in his body a little less obvious now that he’s eaten, now that he’s home with you. when he finishes, he reaches for your hand, tugging you gently toward the bedroom.

"come to bed with me?"

"always."

you barely make it under the covers before he’s pulling you in, tucking you against his chest, his arms looping around your waist like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go. you settle easily into the warmth of him, tracing lazy patterns along his back.

"thank you," he murmurs into your hair, voice thick with sleep.

"for what?"

"for being here. for taking care of me."

you tilt your head up, brushing a kiss against his jaw. "always, quinn."

his arms tighten around you, a content sigh leaving his lips, and within moments, he’s out, his breathing slow and steady against your skin. you smile to yourself, nuzzling into his chest, and let sleep take you too.

[solvyn]

dnook n his dog are sooo cute and i just think they look alike 😭

could u write somente cute and kinda funny about his dog beeing so in love with his gf and dbook getting all jealous cause they have a special bond without him

( love your writing and sorry english is not my first language)

i LOVEEE haven she's the cutest pup everrrrr<3 also i hope u enjoy this, lovey!

Devin swore he was this close to putting his own dog in timeout.

Haven was supposed to be his girl. His best friend. The one creature in this world who was supposed to love him the most, no questions asked.

But apparently, all it took was you waltzing into his life for all of that to go straight out the window.

It started small. At first, Devin thought it was cute—the way Haven would get excited when she saw you, how she’d wag her tail a little harder when you walked through the door, how she’d trot over to you first before acknowledging him.

But then? Then it got worse.

Suddenly, Haven wasn’t just excited to see you—she was obsessed with you. If Devin and Haven were sitting on the couch and you so much as breathed in their direction, Haven would immediately get up, abandoning him without hesitation to curl up at your feet like a lovesick puppy.

If Devin called her name, she might look at him—might—but the second you called for her, she was sprinting like her life depended on it.

And don’t even get him started on bedtime.

Because Devin had spent years with that dog loyally sleeping at the foot of his bed, never once complaining about her designated spot. But now? Now she had options. And instead of curling up where she belonged, Haven had somehow finessed her way into sleeping on your side of the bed—pressed against you, her head resting dramatically across your legs like she was claiming you as her own.

It was treason, honestly.

And tonight? Tonight was the final straw.

Devin walked into the living room, fresh out of the shower, expecting to find Haven in her usual spot on the couch. But nope. Instead, there she was—lying belly up in your lap, eyes half-lidded in pure bliss as you scratched behind her ears like she was at a damn spa day.

And the worst part?

She sighed.

A deep, satisfied, content sigh that Devin was pretty sure she had never once let out for him.

He deadpanned.

“Oh, hell no.”

You barely held it together before bursting into laughter.

Devin stood there in the doorway, towel slung over his shoulder, staring at his traitor of a dog like she had just committed the ultimate act of betrayal. Haven, meanwhile, had the audacity to blink up at him lazily before closing her eyes again, settling deeper into your lap like she hadn’t just heard him.

“Oh my God,” you wheezed, covering your mouth as you tried (and failed) to stifle your laughter. “Are you actually jealous of your own dog right now?”

Devin’s brows pulled together, his jaw tightening. “No.”

But the way he said it? Defensive. Way too quick. Absolutely a lie.

That only made you laugh harder.

“She literally lives with you,” you said between giggles. “You’re with her all the time.”

“Yeah, and for years, she’s been my number one fan,” Devin shot back, pointing at Haven like she wasn’t even in the room. “Now? I’m chopped liver.”

You snorted. “Oh, baby, I hate to break it to you, but you’re not even top three in her rankings.”

His mouth dropped open, like you had personally wounded him. “Not even top three?!”

You shrugged dramatically. “Nope. It’s me, the guy at the pet store who gives her treats, then you.”

Haven let out another content sigh at that exact moment, nuzzling further into your lap, like she was agreeing.

Devin glared. “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me.”

You were fully cackling now, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. “I swear, she loves you, Devin—she’s just got a special bond with me.”

He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest, looking so betrayed. “I raised her. I feed her. I take her to the vet. And now she’s acting like I’m the outsider in my own damn house.”

You reached out, trying to grab his hand, but he yanked it away, still sulking.

“Oh, come on,” you giggled, tilting your head at him. “You’re adorable when you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous,” he grumbled, dropping onto the couch with a huff.

The second he sat down, Haven instantly lifted her head, staring at him for a moment before slowly… slowly… shifting in your lap until her front paws stretched onto him.

Like she felt bad.

Like she knew he was mad.

You bit your lip to keep from laughing again. “Ohhh, she’s trying to make it up to you.”

Devin narrowed his eyes at Haven, unimpressed. “Oh, now you remember I exist?”

She blinked at him. Then, in true drama queen fashion, she licked his arm once before resting her head back on your lap.

You lost it.

Devin groaned, rubbing a hand down his face. “I cannot believe this.”

“She apologized,” you teased, scratching Haven’s ears again. “You gonna forgive her?”

He sighed heavily, glancing down at his fake-apologetic dog, then up at you, his lips twitching like he was trying so hard to stay annoyed.

Finally, he muttered, “I want joint custody of you.”

You smirked. “Oh, babe. She owns me now.”

Devin groaned again, falling back against the couch, mumbling under his breath. But when you curled into his side—Haven still sprawled half across you—he let out another dramatic sigh, pulling you closer anyway.

And yeah, maybe he’d lost his number-one ranking in Haven’s heart.

But in your heart?

He’d always be first.

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in the silence - d.booker

summary: y/n let's her jealousy get the best of her, and her and devin share a quiet moment. word count: 1.6k warnings: fluff and angst

you’re sitting in the corner of the room, watching the night unfold around you. the sound of laughter and casual chatter fills the air, but it doesn’t reach you. you feel the chill, a familiar ache in your chest that you can’t shake. you force yourself to smile, nodding politely as someone mentions the game tomorrow. your mind, however, is elsewhere—back on her.

the woman who’s laughing too loudly, too close to devin. you can’t help it. every time she brushes against his arm, or looks up at him with those wide, eager eyes, you feel a sharp pang deep inside. the kind of jealousy you thought you were above, the kind you never thought you’d feel, especially not with devin. but it’s there now, creeping in quietly like a cold shadow.

you swallow hard, trying to ignore the way your pulse quickens with each passing second. you hate this feeling. you hate that she has the ability to make you feel so small, so insecure.

devin doesn’t notice. of course, he doesn’t. He’s too wrapped up in the conversation with her, laughing at something she’s said. his smile is the same one he gives you sometimes—the soft, comforting one that makes your heart flutter. except, now, you’re watching it, wishing that smile was for you.

you try to focus on something else. you try to find solace in the quiet of the corner, but there’s no escaping it. her laugh rings louder in your ears. every time she gets a little too close, you feel your stomach churn, the jealousy seeping deeper into your bones. and devin, oblivious as always, just continues to chat with her.

you turn away, excusing yourself to the bathroom with a forced smile, and the moment you step inside, the door slamming shut behind you, you feel the tears welling up. you don’t want to cry. you can’t cry. you’ve never been the type to let your emotions spill out like this, but something inside you breaks.

you can’t stop the feeling of being overlooked, of being replaced. devin’s always surrounded by people. it’s part of his life, and you knew that when you agreed to be with him. you knew the crowds, the cameras, the fans—everything that came with it. but this? this jealousy? this ache in your chest, like you’re no longer the most important thing to him?

you’re not sure when it happened. maybe it was the way he stopped texting you as much when he’s on the road. maybe it was the way he seemed so distracted during your last video call. but this moment? it’s like all the small cracks you’ve been ignoring suddenly shatter.

a knock at the door. “y/n?” devin’s voice, soft, hesitant, on the other side.

you wipe your eyes quickly, trying to steady your breath. “i’m fine. i just needed a minute,” you call back, hoping he can’t hear the tremble in your voice.

but the door opens anyway, and there he is—looking at you with concern in his eyes. you hate how he can always tell when something’s wrong. it makes you feel even more exposed.

“hey,” he says gently, stepping into the room. “what’s going on?”

you turn away, not trusting yourself to look at him. “nothing,” you lie, wiping your face with the back of your hand. “it’s just… i’m tired.”

devin sighs, and you can hear the frustration in his voice. “baby, don’t lie to me. i know something’s bothering you. what is it?”

you can feel the anger bubbling inside, a mixture of hurt and confusion, and you snap before you can stop yourself. “maybe i’m just tired of feeling like i’m invisible when you’re around other people. like i’m just some afterthought, and everyone else gets your attention while I’m stuck in the background.”

he freezes, clearly taken aback by your outburst. “what are you talking about? ba-babe, you know that’s not true.”

“no,” you interrupt, your voice rising. “i’m talking about her. The girl who won’t stop laughing and touching your arm. the way she looks at you like you’re the only person in the room. don’t act like you don’t see it.” your heart is pounding in your chest, and you don’t know where this anger is coming from, but it’s too late to take it back.

devin’s face hardens for a moment, and then something shifts in his expression. it softens. he walks closer, his steps slow, as if unsure of how to approach you. “baby,” he says quietly, reaching for your hand. “i’m not interested in her. i’m interested in you. i don’t want anyone else but you. can’t you see that?”

you pull your hand away from him, tears brimming in your eyes. “but i don’t feel like you see me anymore, devin. i don’t feel like I’m enough.”

the words cut you more than you care to admit, and as much as you want to take them back, the damage has already been done.

he stares at you, his expression torn. “baby… i-i never meant for you to feel this way. i swear to you, i’m not looking at anyone else the way i look at you. you mean everything to me.” his voice cracks a little, and it’s the vulnerability in his tone that makes your heart break even more.

you turn away from him again, feeling the weight of your emotions closing in around you. “i don’t know, devin. i don’t know if you understand how it feels when you’re with someone who’s always surrounded by people and you’re just… in the background.”

he steps forward, gently cupping your face in his hands. “i do understand, baby. you’re not invisible to me. you’re not just some background character. you’re my everything, and i’ve been an idiot for not showing you that more.”

you stay silent, eyes still downcast. he gently lifts your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. “i’m sorry. i don’t want you to ever feel like you’re not enough, because you are, y/n. you’re more than enough.”

the silence stretches between you, and slowly, your anger begins to melt away. you realise the fight isn’t about her, or about the jealousy you feel. it’s about feeling unseen, about the quiet pain of not being enough, even when you know you’re loved.

“i’m sorry for snapping,” you whisper. “i just… i don’t know how to deal with this sometimes.”

he pulls you into his arms, his warmth surrounding you. “i’ll do better. i promise you won’t feel this way again. you’re mine, baby, and i’m yours. i’ll prove it, every day.”

and somehow, despite everything, you believe him.

-

the fight feels like it happened in another lifetime, a distant memory now that you’re curled up on devin’s couch. the tension has dissolved, the weight lifted from your shoulders. you’re not quite sure when the walls between you came down, but now, everything feels warm and easy again.

devin is next to you, his arm draped casually over your shoulders as you both watch a movie, but you’re barely paying attention to the screen. instead, you’re focused on him—on the way his fingers absentmindedly trace small circles on your arm, on the way his soft laughter fills the space between you whenever something even slightly funny happens on the screen.

you’ve had your share of moments where doubt crept in, where insecurities snuck up on you. but here, in this quiet, simple moment, you feel like you’re exactly where you belong. his hand finds yours, intertwining your fingers like it’s the most natural thing in the world, like you’ve been doing this forever.

“i’m really sorry about earlier,” devin says, breaking the comfortable silence. he looks at you, his expression soft and sincere, and you can tell he means it. “i never want to make you feel like you’re not enough.”

you lean into him, resting your head on his shoulder. his scent, that comforting mix of cologne and something uniquely him, calms the last remnants of tension inside you. “it’s okay,” you mumble. “i was just… being silly.”

“you’re not silly,” he replies, his voice low, but there’s a smile in it. “you’re the most important person to me, y/n.”

you close your eyes, smiling softly to yourself, feeling a warmth in your chest that has nothing to do with the blanket you’re wrapped in. it’s the kind of warmth that only devin can give you—the kind that’s steady and sure, the kind that makes everything else fade into the background.

“i know,” you whisper back. you reach up, brushing your thumb over his cheekbone and letting it linger. “i just… i love when you’re here, when it’s just us.”

he tilts his head down to press a kiss to your hair, a sweet, simple gesture, but it means everything. “me too. i wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

you look up at him, your heart skipping a beat as your eyes meet. it feels like the world could be spinning around you, and still, this moment would be the one that stands still in time. the way he looks at you—it’s like you’re the only person in the room, the only person that matters.

“i don’t know how I got so lucky,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper, but it’s enough for him to hear.

devin smiles, the kind of smile that makes you feel like everything’s right in the world. “you didn’t get lucky. we’re just… right for each other.”

you nod, snuggling closer, content in the quiet comfort of the moment. the world outside may be noisy and unpredictable, but with devin, in this space, everything feels just right.

you close your eyes again, letting his presence wash over you, and for the first time in a long time, you let yourself believe that maybe, just maybe, you don’t have to be afraid anymore. you’re enough. and with him, you always will be.

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