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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ʷᵉ ᵒᵘᵗᵍʳᵒʷ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʷᵉ ᵒᵘᵗᵍʳᵒʷ ᵃ ᵛᵉʳˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵒᵘʳˢᵉˡᵛᵉˢ

𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗑: 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 (🫧) , 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 (⛈️) , 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍/𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 (🍒) , smau (📲)

minors do not interact! — ୨ৎ

꒰୨୧◞ 。ɴᴄᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴛᴇxᴛꜱ⠀₊ ˚⊹

—★! OT7

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 sending you a selfie (🍒)

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 when you pretend you're mad (🫧)

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 when you can't pay for your date (🍒)

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 when you ask them to fake date you

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 bf!dreamies sending you a random tweet

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 bf!dreamies getting jealous (🍒)

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 bsf!dreamies picking you up from a bad date (🍒)

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 bf!dreamies when you ask who's my good boy (🍒)

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 fwb!dreamies you try to break things off (🍒)

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 bf!dreamies when you text them "come over, he left"

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 bf!dreamies when u reply with "she's busy" (🍒)

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 bf!dreamies u tell them u miss being single (🍒)

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 bf!dreamies and dirty pick up lines (🍒)

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 bf!dreamies when u text them from a new number

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 bf!dreamies you send them a random tweet (🍒)

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 bsf!dreamies when you're crushing on another member but they like you (⛈️)

-> part two (⛈️,🫧)

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 bsf!dreamies when feelings are accidentally confessed (🍒)

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 bf!dreamies when you call them bro (🍒)

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 bsf!dreamies texting you "this u?"

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 bf!dreamies premium air prank

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 bf!dreamies accidentally texting the gc instead of you (🍒)

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 dreamies as your doordasher

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 dreamies as your uber driver

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 dreamies when you match on tinder

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 dreamies asking if you broke up with your bf

-> dreamies when you actually break up with your bf

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 bf!dreamies when you forget to kiss them goodbye

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 bsf!dreamies when you show them your rizz

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 bf!dreamies texting them wyr questions

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 bf!dreamies accidentally making them jealous

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 ex!bf dreamies texting you

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 dreamies when you reject them

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 bsf!dreamies "i'm so hungry i could eat x person"

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 bf!dreamies when you change their autocorrect

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 bf!dreamies when you send them a risky text but another member has their phone

—★! 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘭𝘦𝘦 (𝘮.𝘭)

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 best friend on tour but he's down bad series

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 bf!mark when he gets a new haircut

—★! 𝘩𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘯 (𝘩.𝘳)

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 best friend on tour but he's down bad series

—★! 𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘫𝘦𝘯𝘰 (𝘭.𝘫n)

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 best friend on tour but he's down bad series

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 bf!jeno silly daily texts

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 falling for nerd!jeno

—★! 𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘤𝘬 (𝘭.𝘥𝘩)

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 best friend on tour but he's down bad series

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 boyfriend!haechan texts

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 the cat returns - smau (📲)

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 enemies to lovers!hyuck

-> enemies to lovers!hyuck part two (end) (🍒)

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 falling for your roommate's loser gamer friend!haechan

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 bsf!hyuck helping camgirl!reader (🍒)

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 texts with fwb!hyuck

—★! 𝘯𝘢 𝘫𝘢𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯 (𝘯.𝘫𝘮)

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 best friend on tour but he's down bad series

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 roomie!jaemin daily texts

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 falling for barista!jaemin

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 brother's best friend!jaemin

—★! 𝘻𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘦 (𝘻.𝘤)

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 best friend on tour but he's down bad series

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 bsf!chenle when you thirst over jisung

—★! 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘫𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨 (𝘱.𝘫𝘴)

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 best friend on tour but he's down bad series

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 falling for your loser roomie!jisung

[hughes-your-daddy]

Hey!! You’re so great at writing angst omg!! This could be for any player, but could you do something where maybe this time y/n gets hurt? She’s hurt pretty bad and he’s really worried about her, but instead she just feels horrible that she wrecked his car. He’s just shocked that she would think that he cares more about his car being totaled than her being in the hospital. And maybe a sprinkle of him taking care of her at home when she gets released from the hospital☺️🍦🍒

i love this idea thank youuu

i’m sorry..

pairing: quinn hughes x fem reader

warnings: hospitals, car crash, swearing

summary: driving to quinn’s game took an unexpected turn

“alright babe, peteys here so i’m heading off now,” quinn calls out, walking into your shared bedroom where you’re sat doing your hair and makeup for the game tonight.

he rounds the corner stopping at the door and leaning against it for a moment. “you look so pretty baby.” he smiles, catching your eyes through your mirror.

“thank you,” you blush, spinning around on your stool to see him properly as he pushes off the doorframe coming over.

“you’re wearing that suit i got you.” you smile, seeing his new suit being worn, as he walks over, taking your face in his hands leaning down to brush his lips against yours.

“gotta look good for you tonight baby,” he smiles against your lips before pressing a soft kiss to yours.

“i love you ok, ill see you later, drive safe.” he smiles before pressing one last kiss to your lips, smiling as he pulls away.

“i love you too.” you call out as he leaves the apartment, leaving you to finish getting ready. it was the annual hughesbowl tonight so you decide to go a little more with your routine than normal. you decide on some loose curls in your hair with your normal makeup routine before moving to pull on a pair of slightly baggy jeans, and quinn’s jersey, layering a hoodie underneath to stay warm.

you walk though to living room quickly throwing a few necessities into your bag before sliding on your leather jacket and grabbing quinn’s keys.

your car had been in the shop after the engine just wouldn’t turn over so quinn’s been getting a ride off petey most days refusing to let you get an uber without him as in his words ‘you could be kidnapped baby.’

so that’s how you end up in your apartments garage sitting in the drivers seat of quinn’s car, pulling the seat forward and adjusting yourself before pulling out of the garage heading to the arena.

the arena is t too far away from your apartment, that the whole reason you chose there in the first place when buying it, but the traffic makes the ride so much longer.

sitting in traffic you quickly send him a good luck text like you always do, before the car infront starts moving.

thankfully you start to see the arena come into view and just as the about to turn into the small parking lot for family and friends of the players.

that’s when it happens.

a car pulling out infront of you, speeding.

causing you to crash into them with the hood of the car, sending the buckle spinning.

it all goes dark.

quinn’s walking in, straight to the changing room quickly greeting a few people before starting to get geared up.

he quickly discards the suit, sliding on his base layers before just chucking on a hoodie and some shorts as he’s going to quickly do some media and press before the game.

he’s about to give you a call when luke comes barrelling through the front door, jack not far behind.

the teammates looking between the two brothers then to quinn in shock, thinking what they’re doing in the opposing teams changing room.

he says a quick apology to the few people in there before going over, brows furrowed.

“guys, what the hell are you doing?” he asks, voice sharper than usual, before it immediately softens at their speechless expressions.

“guys, seriously, what’s wrong?” he asks pulling them into the hallway, jack taking a breath.

“it’s-“ jack starts before being cut off by his team manager.

“boy, games been delayed for a while. a crash happened just outside, it’s blocking entryways.” they say before heading into the changing room to tell the others.

“ok jack, finish your sentence man.” quinn prods but by the look on jacks now pale face he knows something’s wrong.

“jack, talk to em yeh?” he says trying to comfort his younger brother.

“the crash, it’s y/n.” jack stutters and that’s all it takes before quinn’s sprinting off out the exit, jack and luke on his tail until he comes to a screeching halt.

he can see it.

the hood of the car crumpled, smashed glass everywhere and blood on the airbags. police manage to barricade off the scene, trying to keep the crowds to a minimum. he runs over to the police, surveying the damage.

“i’m sorry sir, but you can’t be here right now.” the cop says, ushering him back before quinn cuts him off.

“n-no that’s my car, my fiancé was driving.” he says, stumbling over his words as the cops face falls.

“oh im sorry, ill grab one of the emt’s.” he says quickly before heading off towards the ambulance.

“did yous see anything?” quinn asks turning to see his brothers stood behind, faces blank.

luke tries to find some words before jack stops him.

“no, we just saw the car when luke was driving us into the parking lot, apparently it had been gridlocked for ike an hour.” jack says, shaking his head before the cop comes back over followed by an emt.

“family of y/n y/l/n?” she asks, all three nodding, “she’s been taken to vancouver general hospital. she’s not too badly injured, a few scrapes, bruises, a small concussion, but she did dislocate her knee due to the impact but that’s the worst of her injuries.” the emt says, sending a small smile quinn’s way.

“but she’s ok?” quinn asks, the emt nodding. he releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding before realising, they were stood in the middle of the street with a game starting in an hour, fans starting to notice them.

“quinn we’ve gotta move, they’re noticing us,” luke mumbles, hand on his shoulder.

“yeh, yeh, follow me there’s a door round the side.” quinn mumbles still stuck in his own thoughts, before hurrying back into the building heading to the dressing room before remembering about jack and luke.

“um,” he says, turning around quickly, jack and luke nearly running into him, “message mom and dad, just say i won’t be playing and that i’ll see them tomorrow or something.” he rushes out before turning to leave.

“quinn,” jack shouts, quinn turning brows raised, “we’re not playing dude, not when y/n injured like that yeh? get some clothes on, we’ll drive you there.” jack says before pulling him into a tight hug.

“she’ll be fine yeh? take a breather.” he mumbles, quinn visibly relaxing a bit.

“i’ll be quick.” he mumbles before turning to the dressing room.

his teammates side eye him seeing his frantic movements, rushing to pull on some trainers since he’s already got some shorts and a hoodie on before turning to petey.

“woah hughes, what’s happening?” he asks, quinn looking between him and tocchet.

“y/n was in a crash,” he says, expressions of shock being shared around the room, “i can’t play the game tonight. i’ve gotta head straight to the hospital.” he rushes, throwing some stuff into his bag, petey resting a hand on his shoulder.

“don’t worry about us ok? go see y/n,” he says sending quinn a small smile, “just send a message with how she is ok?” he says, quinn nodding before rushing out to the parking lot where jack and luke are waiting the car already running.

he quickly hops in the passengers seat, jack driving with luke in the back before he starts driving over to the hospital.

the ride felt like hours when jack was nearly breaking speed limits getting there in record speed.

jack pulls up to the front doors, quinn quickly jumping out while jack parks up, luke following his eldest brother.

“sorry, excuse me,” quinn says, slightly out of breath, waving down a nurse at reception, “my fiancé was brought here ‘y/n y/l/n,’ she was in a car accident.” quinn rushes out, panic still flooding his body.

“ok, she was brought in about an hour ago, but is currently in surgery so yous can take a seat in the waiting area,” the nurse smiles, but quinn’s mind is caught on those few words ‘in surgery.’

“sorry, what do you mean in surgery?” he asks, the nurse frowning.

“we’re you not contacted?” she asks, quinn shaking his head not recalling a phone call, “she was taken in for a routine knee surgery due to her dislocation.” the nurse says, quinn nodding absentmindedly, “she should be out in around 2-3 hours.” the nurse smiles before moving to assist someone else.

“quinn, come sit down yeh?” luke mumbles, busing him over to a few free seats where they sit down, quinn’s bodies collapsing against the plastic.

they find themselves sat in silence, jack eventually joining them asking for any updates but luke just waves him off, quickly explaining the situation. ellen and jim eventually show up, leaving the arena but due to the crash, traffic there became crazy.

it took them a few hours but when they did show up, ellen was straight to taking quinn in her arms, a few silent tears falling from her eldests eyes.

“i told her to take my car mom, if she wasn’t driving then it wouldn’t have happened to her. i caused this,” he whispers in disbelief, ellen quickly pulling away, a stern look on her face.

“quintin hughes, don’t you dare blame this on yourself,” she says stern, wiping a few stray tears off his face, “it was the other driver, a drunk, none of this was yours or y/n’s fault ok?” she says, quinn giving her a small nod before being brought back to reality by a nurse calling your name.

“y/n y/l/n?” she says, the group rushing over, quinn at the front of them, “she’s out of surgery now, room 315.” she says before they’re off navigating their way through the hospital making their way to her room.

ellen pushes him gently towards the door, his family giving him a moment in privacy to see her before them.

he gently opens the door a small creak echoing through the small room causing you to look over in surprise. that’s when you see it, that familiar mop of brown, and brown eyes meeting yours.

“quinn,” you breathe out before he’s stepping across the room quickly immediately taking you into his arms as you feel yourself break down, as he holds you tight.

“shh baby,” he soothes as you hear his own voice waver slightly as he perches himself on your bed, not loosening his grip.

“i-im so sorry,” you cry, him pulling away in confusion.

“sorry for what baby? that crash wasn’t your fault, it was a drunk guy.” quinn says gently, as you catch his eyes, seeing them red like he’d been crying.

“but your car is ruined.” you mumble, as he takes your face in his hands, pressing a firm kiss to your forehead.

“baby, i need you to know i do not care about my car right now, i just care that the ok yeh?” he asks as you can’t bring yourself to respond, “seriously baby, you’re the most important thing in my life, way more important than a car, i can buy a new one baby, i can’t get abouther one of you though.” he says, voice wobbling slightly towards the end.

“i was so scared.” you whisper, looking down before he’s moving to sit next to you on the bed, kicking his legs up, while his arms coming around your shoulders, you laying into his chest.

“your ok now, all safe with me.” he whispers back as you feel yourself start to finally relax slightly knowing he’s here with you now.

you get released pretty quickly from the hospital, ellen and jim deciding to stay a few more days to make sure you’d be settled back at home. the drive back was ok, quinn making sure he was very gentle with his driving, avoiding any bumps or harsh breaking due to your knee still being in pain from surgery even with it wrapped in a. thick layer of gauze and a knee brace.

he helps you out the car, crutches in hand as he gives you both of them but never leaves your side the whole time from the parking lot to the elevator up to your apartment. he’s by your side, hand on your lower back there for you. if you needed some extra support.

he quickly unlocks your apartment, moving away from you to quickly set up some blankets and pillows on the couch so you can set up there for the day, ellen and jim following behind you.

“we’re gonna head out and grab some groceries for you guys ok? i’ll make sure yous are all stocked up on snacks and meals.” she smiles before giving ew h of yous a hug, before heading out with him, leaving just you and quinn in the apartment.

“here baby, lemme help you.” he says, helping you back onto the couch, laying your favourite fluffy blanket over you.

“i’m gonna grab you some new clothes to change into but we’ll worry about hot showering tomorrow ok?” he asks and you send him a soft smile feeling the exhaustion overcome you.

he doesn’t take long before he’s back with a pair of his sweatpants and his hoodie in hand, coming over to the couch peeling back the blanket.

he helps you get undressed without leaving your spot, easily sliding the clothes onto your body, being careful of every time you wince at the ache in your body or pain in your knee.

“ok, all done baby,” he smiles, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, “you need anything?” he asks, gently rubbing up and down your hip.

“cuddles?” you ask quietly, the grin widening on quinn’s face as he happily complies, sliding behind you on the couch so you can lag between his legs, back against his chest.

“i love you y/n,” quinn whispers pressing a soft kiss beneath your ear, as you smile, taking his hand in yours, resting it in your lap.

“i love you too quinny.”

[shy9-29]

Unfiltered | 이희승

idol 이희승 x idol yn

🍒 SOMAR𝒊O ─── Both you and Heeseung decide to go red. Later on, chaos is brought opon you two. 이희승 𝐱 𝑓. reader ✉️ wc. 3.1k ✶ careful ! skinship, kissing, death treats, etc 🔖 a/n. Thought about Heeseung and Giselle while writing this. Who else freaked at cochella?

You’re sitting cross-legged on the couch, a cozy hoodie draped over your frame, a bowl of popcorn nestled between you and Heeseung. His phone is in one hand, the other absentmindedly playing with the edge of the blanket covering both your legs. The soft glow of the TV lights the room, but he’s not paying attention to the screen—his focus is all on the dozens of hair color inspo pics he’s scrolling through.

“Okay, hear me out,” Heeseung says, holding up his phone to show you a swipe of blonde cut. “This… for Cochella?”

You wrinkle your nose, tilting your head. “It’s cute, but didn’t you already go blonde?”

He sighs dramatically, flopping back against the couch. “That’s what I said! But Sunghoon said it would ‘bring out my eyes.’” He makes air quotes and a mock serious face that makes you giggle.

You lean in, tapping his screen. “What about this one?” A vibrant, fiery red catches your attention. “It’s bold. Different. You’d look hot.”

Heeseung raises an eyebrow, grinning. “Hot, huh?”

You bump his shoulder. “Don’t get cocky.”

But he’s already smiling at the idea, sitting up straighter. “Red’s kind of sick though. It could pop on stage, especially under the lights.”

You nod, brushing some popcorn salt off your fingers. “If you go red… I kinda want to, too. Not, like, matching-matching. Just… accidentally twinning.” You say it teasingly, but there’s a spark in your chest when he looks over at you with that playful glint in his eyes.

He shifts to face you fully, resting his arm on the back of the couch behind you. “Imagine the headlines,” he smirks. “‘Heeseung and Y/N cause chaos with matching red hair.’”

You laugh, not realizing just how close to the truth that prediction would soon be.

“Okay,” he says, voice low and warm, “red it is.”

You clink your popcorn bowls together like champagne glasses.

That night, under soft lights and between laughter, the two of you made a choice that seemed harmless—fun, even.

You had no idea it would become the beginning of everything.

The last couple of weeks have been nonstop—dance practices that go past midnight, vocal rehearsals, fittings, interviews, content shoots. Both your group g/n and Enhypen are in comeback season, which basically means “sleep is optional” and “personal time doesn’t exist.”

You and Heeseung had been texting here and there, sending each other exhausted selfies, complaining about sore muscles and choreo revisions. But meeting up? Impossible. Your schedules didn’t line up, and even when they almost did, something always came up.

It was late one night when you finally had a minute to breathe. You’d just finished another rehearsal, still in your practice clothes, hair tied up messily. You flopped onto your bed, phone in hand, scrolling aimlessly when a notification lit up your screen.

[HEESEUNG is live] — Weverse

You sat up instantly.

Tapping in, the screen loaded to Heeseung sitting on the floor of what looked like the dorm’s living room, hoodie on, a black beanie pulled low over his head. Like, really low. Only a few strands of dark hair peeked out, and he kept adjusting it like he was nervous it’d fall off.

You smirked.

He’s hiding it.

You already knew. A few days ago, his texts had been full of half-panicked, half-excited messages about finally going red. “Bro it’s SO RED, I actually might be insane for doing this” was one of your favorites.

But seeing him now, live, trying so hard to hide it from Engenes—it was cute. Every time he turned his head a little too far, a hint of bright red peeked out, and he’d scramble to pull the beanie back down.

Comments were flying.

enhajvke: DID I JUST SEE RED?

heeseungswiife: Be honest rn�� did u dye ur hair?

engenevroom: LEE HEESEUNG EXPLAIN THE FLASH OF COLOR

You bit back a laugh, watching him try to play it cool.

“I’m not hiding anything,” he said with the most suspicious tone ever, smiling like he knew exactly what he was doing. “It’s just cold in here.”

Yeah, right.

You watched the rest of the live with your chin propped on your hand, amused and weirdly proud. He looked good—cozy, playful, teasing the fans just enough without giving it all away.

And in your camera roll, your own red hair was glowing under the bathroom light. You hadn’t shown the world yours yet either.

Not yet.

But soon.

You didn’t really plan to go live. It just kind of… happened.

You had a rare evening off—no practice, no interviews, no schedules—and it felt weird. Like your body didn’t know how to sit still. So you pulled your hair up, threw on a simple white tank top and joggers, and flopped onto the floor of your room, your phone in hand. No makeup, no filters, no styling.

Just you.

And the new red hair.

You hit “Start Live” on Bubble, not thinking twice.

“Hi, guys,” you greeted softly, adjusting the camera. The chat instantly blew up. You leaned closer, tucking a strand of bright red behind your ear as the comments exploded.

annibeth3: THE HAIR???

jmmstud: Y/N WENT RED?!

gnnofan: wait, didnt heeseung go red too or am I tweaking?

You smiled. “What, this?” you teased, twirling a strand. “I just wanted something different.”

Your heart thudded as you saw the messages piling up, but you kept your tone light, calm. After all, it was just a coincidence… right?

You stretched out a bit on your floor, resting your weight on your elbows, the neckline of your tank dipping just a little as you chatted about practice, comeback prep, and snacks you’d been craving lately. Just normal stuff.

But your phone buzzed behind the scenes.

Heeseung [9:47PM]:

you look way too good right now.

like i’m tryna be respectful but wtf.

I miss you so fucking much yn I’m gonna crash out. The tank top is killing me

Your lips twitched into a smirk, a flush rising to your cheeks. You glanced at the camera for a second, then off to the side, biting back a laugh.

He was watching. Of course he was.

And even if the fans hadn’t fully caught on yet, your phone lighting up with his name while your red hair shimmered under the light—it made everything feel more electric.

They hadn’t noticed.

Yet.

You ended the live not long after that—heart racing, cheeks a little too warm, trying to keep your cool as you read Heeseung’s texts still sitting at the top of your screen.

The moment you were off camera, you opened the chat.

You [9:53PM]:

you’re literally the one who told me to go red too… what did you expect?

also it’s just a tank top calm down

Heeseung [9:54PM]:

“just a tank top” she says like she didn’t just destroy my entire willpower in 15 minutes

i’m calling you after this don’t ignore me.

You smiled, setting your phone down with a little shake of your head. You didn’t even realize how much you missed him until now—until the teasing texts and his dumb comments made your stomach flip again.

Surprisingly, the internet didn’t explode—at least not right away.

Despite your live and the not-so-subtle matching hair colors, fans didn’t fully put the pieces together. A few curious comments here and there, a couple of tweets questioning the timing, but nothing serious. No dating rumors. No trending hashtags. Just… peace.

It was almost suspicious how quiet everything was.

Which is exactly why, when both your schedules finally aligned, you and Heeseung jumped at the chance to film something together. His new song Loose had just dropped, and he’d been dying to do a challenge with you—especially now that you both had that bold red hair. A perfect opportunity, right? Fun, harmless, and definitely not suspicious.

The idea was simple: you’d meet at the HYBE building during a short break in both your days, sneak into one of the practice rooms, and film it quick. No couple-y energy, no obvious glances. Just vibes.

The best part? Both companies were fine with it.

There were no raised eyebrows from staff, no warnings. Since fans hadn’t really caught on, no one was worried. It was just a mutual collab between two popular idols—great for views, great for engagement. Enhypen’s team even offered to film it and post it straight to their official TikTok.

“Look professional,” Heeseung had joked, nudging you with his elbow as the staff counted down to record.

You rolled your eyes, but smiled. The camera rolled. Music blasted. You both hit every beat, in sync, smiling, red hair flying as you danced side by side. The chemistry was obvious, but you figured fans would chalk it up to stage presence. They always did.

After it was done, you both took a couple of selfies—just for memories, nothing for posting—and then went your separate ways, promising to catch up more once promotions calmed down.

Neither of you opened the internet that night. No doom-scrolling. No comments. No TikTok rabbit holes.

You went to bed thinking everything was fine.

But the next morning?

The internet was on fire.

You woke up to your phone vibrating non-stop on your nightstand.

At first, you thought maybe it was just your manager or your group’s group chat buzzing about schedules—until you saw the notifications.

Twitter. TikTok. Instagram. Mentions. Tags. Trending.

You rubbed your eyes and squinted at your screen.

“THE WAY HE LOOKED AT HER”

“NO CAUSE THEY’RE IN LOVE”

“THERE’S NO WAY THIS IS JUST FRIENDSHIP”

Your heart skipped. You sat up fast, blanket falling off your shoulders as you clicked on one of the top tweets. It was a screenshot—mid-frame from the dance challenge. Heeseung was looking at you. Not just looking—staring. And not just staring—smiling.

It wasn’t even subtle.

His eyes were soft, focused on you like the camera didn’t even exist. You hadn’t noticed it in the moment. But now? Paused in HD and blasted across every social platform?

Yeah. It was obvious.

And the comments were wild.

“The way he looked at her when she smiled?? Bye I’m sobbing.”

“You’re telling me that’s not love? Be serious.”

“What is my hee doing with yn 💔.”

“They’re so synced it’s actually suspicious.”

Even clips of the video were slowed down and edited with soft music, hearts, sparkles—fan edits were already flooding your FYP. And somehow, it wasn’t just your red hair people were talking about anymore.

It was the way your hands brushed.

The way your laugh slipped out at the end.

The way he couldn’t stop looking at you when you weren’t watching.

You opened your texts to find one from Heeseung already waiting.

Heeseung [8:04AM]:

we’re trending.

i think we just accidentally confessed.

…it’s kinda cute though.

You let out a breathy laugh, heart pounding.

This was no longer just a dance challenge.

It was the start of chaos—and the world was officially watching.

Within hours, the chaos went from loud to explosive.

The original TikTok—the now-infamous Loose challenge featuring you and Heeseung—disappeared. Gone. No warning. No explanation. Just poof.

You hadn’t even known until fans started posting screen recordings, saying things like:

“Wait… why did they delete the challenge???”

“This is suspicious as hell now.”

“They just made it worse by deleting it.”

“Enhypen’s staff really fumbled this one.”

It was everywhere. The deletion only made people more convinced something was going on. What could’ve passed as a fun collab between two idols now looked like a cover-up. Some fans tried to keep things calm, tweeting things like:

“It’s just a dance challenge, don’t be weird.”

“They probably deleted it because people were overreacting.”

“Red hair doesn’t equal dating, omg.”

But the other side of the internet was spiraling.

Speculation threads popped up. Fan accounts were digging through past interactions, award show clips, music bank moments—anything that could “prove” you and Heeseung were together. Some fans even started pulling screenshots from lives, making timelines.

And then the hate started.

Under your posts. On your lives. In your DMs. Comments calling you “attention-seeking,” saying you were “ruining his image,” accusing you of “using him for clout.” Some even turned on him—saying he was being “reckless,” or “leading fans on.”

It stung. Even though you told yourself it came with the job, it still hurt.

You stayed quiet. So did Heeseung. The companies didn’t say anything either—not yet.

But behind the scenes, your phone was buzzing nonstop.

Heeseung [10:12AM]:

…they deleted it.

i didn’t know they were gonna do that.

are you okay?

You stared at his message, fingers hovering over your screen.

Were you okay?

You weren’t sure. You’d just wanted to dance. To match hair for fun. To be with someone you liked without setting the internet on fire.

But here you were—burning in it anyway.

It got worse. So much worse.

The deleted video didn’t just spark curiosity—it set off a wildfire. What had started as playful fan theories turned into full-blown obsession. And then, into something ugly.

You tried to stay off your phone. Tried to focus on your group’s comeback, the rehearsals, the endless days in the studio. But the comments found you anyway.

Under your recent posts. Flooding your lives. Drowning your mentions.

“It should’ve been me, not Y/N.”

“She doesn’t deserve him.”

“Y/N is ruining his career.”

“She’s not even that talented—she’s just lucky.”

“Break up before your fandom turns on you.”

“I swear if I see them together again—”

And then came the threats.

Disguised as jokes at first. Then full-on direct messages.

“Watch your back.”

“I could dox you at any moment.”

“Hope your company knows they can’t protect you forever.”

You didn’t cry, but your hands shook when you showed your manager. He took your phone without saying anything and made a call.

Later that night, Heeseung texted you.

Heeseung [11:28PM]:

i hate this.

i didn’t think it’d go this far.

you don’t deserve this.

Neither of you had expected it. The hate, the pressure, the firestorm just for dancing together. For matching hair. For being a little too obvious about feelings that weren’t meant to be a secret in the first place.

You wanted to tell him it was okay. That you were fine.

But you weren’t.

And apparently, your companies knew it too.

Because the next day, both HYBE and JYP released simultaneous statements.

Simple. Direct. Unapologetic.

“After confirming with the artists, it is true that Enhypen’s Heeseung and g/n’s Y/N are currently in a relationship.

We ask for your support and understanding. Please continue to respect both artists’ privacy moving forward.”

And just like that—the secret was out.

No more hiding.

No more dancing around rumors.

No more pretending red hair was a coincidence.

It was real. It was official. And the whole world knew it.

You were on set for a music show taping when the news dropped.

One second, you were touching up your lip gloss. The next, one of your members walked in holding her phone out with wide eyes.

“They did it,” she said. “It’s official.”

You blinked. “Wait—what?”

She tilted the screen toward you. There it was. Both companies, side by side, names bolded in black and white. Confirmation.

You let out a breath, sat back in the chair, and shrugged. “Huh. About time.”

No panic. No tears. Just… finally.

Your group’s stylists didn’t say anything. They just nodded and kept working. Honestly, everyone around you kind of expected it already. Nothing about it felt shocking. Even the staff had started side-eyeing the sudden hair changes and locked-door dance rehearsals weeks ago.

Meanwhile, Heeseung texted you mid-makeup.

Heeseung [3:11PM]:

well that’s one way to go public lol

guess we’re official official now huh

You [3:12PM]:

yup

they really waited until we couldn’t say anything back lmao

Heeseung [3:12PM]:

i kinda like it though

now i can look at you on camera without pretending you’re just my “idol friend” lol

You smiled, totally unbothered.

You’d both been through this industry long enough to know how it worked. The hate came and went. The rumors always found new targets. Right now it was you two—but give it a month and the internet would be busy with someone else’s business.

Until then?

You had red hair, a comeback stage, and a very official boyfriend who’d just sent you a selfie with a wink and the caption:

“Guess I’m your problem now.”

Once the news was out, the freedom hit immediately.

You didn’t even bother trying to be subtle anymore. Heeseung followed you on Instagram the same day the statements dropped—no sneaky burner accounts, no “oops I liked it by mistake.” Just straight-up, public, followed. And you followed him back within minutes.

The fans noticed, of course.

“Heeseung followed Y/N??”

“NO CAUSE THEY’RE BEING BOLD NOW.”

“this is highkey iconic behavior tbh”

A few hours later, Heeseung posted a story. A blurry pic of two iced americanos on a café table, one with red nail polish wrapped around the cup. No tags. No captions. Just vibes.

Then you posted a carousel that same evening. The fourth photo? A mirror selfie of you in a hoodie way too big to be yours—sleeves swallowing your hands, the drawstrings hanging low.

Fans put two and two together. Fast.

And you didn’t deny it.

Over the next few weeks, you shared more—still casual, still lowkey, but just enough to send fans into a frenzy every time.

A photo of matching sneakers outside a ramen shop.

A story of two sets of chopsticks over tteokbokki with a soft little “date night” caption.

A boomerang of your hand tugging down a familiar beanie (yeah, that beanie) with the words: “stealing again.”

Comments were mixed, but you both ignored the noise.

You were two idols in love, no longer hiding in dance studios or behind blurry livestreams. And honestly? It felt kind of fun to finally live it loud.

The months that followed were chaotic, hilarious, and—honestly—kinda fun.

Sure, the initial firestorm was loud. Fans debated, haters barked, and your DMs stayed unhinged for a while. But eventually, like all things in idol world, the noise dulled. The shock wore off. People moved on.

And you and Heeseung?

You kept living.

Performing your comebacks, doing variety shows, sneaking glances across music show stages that were no longer that sneaky. You posted what you wanted, shared what you liked, and smiled a little wider every time someone commented:

“They’re actually so cute together.”

“I was a hater at first but now I’m obsessed.”

“Red hair couple supremacy.”

By the time festival season rolled around, your hair was a different color. His too. But everyone still remembered that red era. The hair, the challenge, the way he looked at you like no one else existed.

From a couch conversation to a viral storm—who knew red dye and a beanie would spark all this?

But now, none of it had to be secret.

No sneaking around. No deleting videos. Just you, Heeseung, and whatever came next.

And if the world wasn’t ready?

Too bad. You were already in it. Together.

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you're typically so gentle with him . . . but after a bad day - you can't help but come back and fuck him senseless 

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﹙ Alessio 781. ﹚. . . !! 🍒 : He prefers it rough. Prefers his eyes rolled back into his skull and nails dragged down your back. Prefers the loud slapping and lewd moans pouring through the room as you manhandle him. Him. A 6’7”, highly trained mercenary. Have you any idea how fucking hot that is?

So when you were pounding away at his tight ass and spewing your degradation to his ear. Well, let’s just say that your cock ramming up his prostate was not the only thing sending him to cloud nine. The very notion that his soft-as-a-feather boyfriend was using him as a cocksleeve was enough to have him creaming all over himself.

Your hands left bruises on his olive skin. Ones that took his breath away when he looked at the mirror the morning after. His throat whispered memories of your tight grip stealing his breath away. Making him cling. Making him keen.

And then. . . you went distant. What the hell was that all about?

Alessio has never been good at no contact. Not texting you goodnight drives him insane as is. So don’t be too surprised when he’s crawling through your window at some ungodly hour to find out what the hell is going on.

“You - feel bad for fucking me?”

His half-hung eyes are wide for once. Before his hands grab at your shoulders and hoist you in. “You’re kidding right? Baby - I loved it.”

The puppy-eyed look he gives you is enough to melt your stubbornness. You sheepishly explain the entire situation and behold his frown. It doesn’t take much more until his arms are around you and toppling your body into the plush of couch cushions.

“No seas idiota.” ( “Don’t be an idiot” ) he huffs into your neck that he nuzzles up. “I just want you to do what you need, amore. None of that. Especially not for giving me the night of my life, yeah?” He pulls back to stare you down and then gives you a little peck when you nod.

﹙ Vespasiano 781. ﹚. . . !! 🍓 : It’s no secret that Vespasiano has almost always been on the giving end in a relationship. Not to mention his lack of experience when it comes to men — so he’s still growing accustomed to being with you. His lovely boyfriend. Who also tops him. With that in mind, he quite appreciates your gentle hands and tender pace whenever he finds himself beneath you.

With that being said, he didn’t mind getting his ass ploughed that night you came home full of huffs and tensions. Even with his shock when you had suddenly buried your hand into his hair and forced his head into the pillows. When you started grunting and calling him a whore - splitting him open and making his eyes roll back.

He doesn’t thin anyone has ever fucked him out so much before. You got him to whine. Got him to whimper. Stutter and tell you it’s too much. Him. A man of his age, his experience.

The morning after, while the ache in his body and the realisation of what occurred still left him shocked, pleasure bubbled over his entire being. That felt. . . amazing.

Then came your distance. Anxiety swelled in his chest all over again. He can’t handle that. He’s dealt with it too many times from his ex wife. This sends him right back to the panic of uncertainty. Did he do something wrong? Were you mad at him?

He’s not going to bother with calling. He knows it never gets anywhere. So he’s showing up to your doorstep with big eyes while trying to keep it all together.

“Tesoro. . . did I do something? Talk to me, please.”

He’s collapsing into you before you know it. The guilt in your heart has you spilling everything which leaves him confused through his endless kisses all over your face.

“Too rough? Please. Do you think ‘m glass? I’m sixty-six, baby.” He’s chuckling against your ear despite his shaky demeanor. Cupping at your face and letting out a soft croon. “Nonsense. Is it new? Yeah. Do I hate it? Fuck no.”

He hooks you onto his lap soon after and shoots you a look of concern. “If anything I’m more worried ‘bout that bad day of yours. Won’t you talk to me?”

 

﹙ Jìngyí 209. ﹚. . . !! 🍒 : He’s so used to his tender and gentle loverboy that the second you had him pinned down to the marble kitchen counter and fucking him to delirium — he almost thought he was dreaming.

He’s so accustomed to whispering sweet nothings to your ear, telling you how good you are, what a great job you’re doing. The last thing he expected was to have that replaced by your ragged voice muttering curses rough praises to his neck. Your nails clawing down his skin. Your hands making use of his flexible, snake-like body. With coils, pins, rough handles all over.

With all his work stress, of course he was all for you fucking him dumb and limp into the sheets. What he could not understand, however, was the sudden distance you put up after the morning of softness. Where he clung to you and murmured how much you had completely wrecked him the night before.

Good luck trying to remain distant from Mister Zhao, however. You’d find yourself confronted the second you avoided his call to check on your wellbeing.

He’s at your workstep before you can so much as blink. Pulling you off somewhere quiet and giving you a look through those amber, slitted eyes of his that told you to talk. Truthfully.

“You know how much I hate being ignored. . . sweetheart, what is the matter?”

All you can do is break when his tender hand caresses your face. Thumb rubbing below your eye while you sniffle over your rough day. How it resulted in you taking it out on him —- how bad you felt about it.

You catch his narrow-eyed stare. The look of disbelief and concern that melted through the prior irritation from your avoidance. He’s pulling you into his arms and tucking your head beneath his chin with a small frown.

“Silly boy. . . if I had an issue with it, do you not think I would have stopped you? Please, take it easy on yourself.”

You’ll have a quiet and calm day with him throughout. Anything to show you that he is fine, and so are you.

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❤️ — How many hosts do you currently have, and how many have you had in total?

🧡 — Do any of your hosts (current or previous) have sub/side/hemi/etc-system(s)?

💛 — Do people in your system retire from their roles/'jobs' often/do you have a high turnover rate?

💚 — Do you have an inner world? If so how many? And can you (or any headmate) control any of them?

💙 — If there are certain plural terms that your system doesn't like what are they? And why?

💜 — Do you have any age or age-identity that has more people aligning with it than others? (i.e. more 16 year olds than anything, more agesliders, etc)

🤎 — Is your system collectively any form of otherkin or therian? If so how did you figure out you were that collectively? And do any individual headmates not identify with it?

🖤 — Is there any type of role or headmate you wish you had more of? (i.e. more protectors, more traumaholders, more endogenic headmates, more walk-ins, etc)

🤍 — Do you have any system visitors? (i.e. someone who doesn't live in your system but stops by sometimes— doesn't have to be able to front)

💌 — Are there distinctions between headmates' handwriting? If so who has the worst handwriting? And who has the best?

💐 — Are there any headmates who can do something IRL that the rest can't? (i.e. sing, use chopsticks, dance, do math, etc)

🌹 — Any headmates have over 20 different names?

🥀 — If you have an inner world are there any places from real life that are there? Or any places inspired by real life?

🌺 — If you're a primarily queer system, are there any cishets? And if you're a primarily cishet system are there any queer headmates?

🌷 — Are there any multisourced headmates with over 15 different sources?

🌸 — Is there anyone taller than 60ft/18.2m?

🌻 — If you use emojis (or other symbols) to indicate headmates, have there ever been fights over who gets what?

🌼 — If you could describe your system in words that have nothing to do with plurality or spirituality, how would you?

🌑 — What's the most obscure source anyone has? (OCs do not count)

🌒 — Do you have anyone who wants nothing to do with their source, and doesn't identity with it, but still uses with their name and/or appearance from their source?

🌓 — Do any headmates have allergies that carry over to the body when fronting? If so do they act like normal allergies or are they more 'mild'?

🌔 — Are there any headmates who struggle with modern technology? If so why?

🌕 — Can anyone speak any languages in headspace that they can't speak bodily?

🍎 — If you experience amnesia barriers, are there any headmates who have inconsistent barriers? (i.e. sometimes sharing memories fine, other times being unable to, only being able to share with a select few, etc)

🍏 — What is the highest amount of headmates you've ever had at any given moment? And what is the lowest amount you've had at any given moment?

🍋 — If you have an inner world, has it always been there? Or did you have to work to create it?

🍍 — If you're religious, do any of your headmates practice a religion different from your collective one?

🍉 — If you have an inner world, do you have inner variants of social media or other forms of digital contact? (i.e. phones, laptops, etc)

🫐 — If you're publicly a system, who was the first person(s) you told? And why? What was their reaction?

🍒 — Do you have any headmates that originate from a system other than your own, but now reside within yours?

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[camficdiner]

hello! could I order (1.2)(2.13)(bonus.7)(3.3)(4.3) thank you!! your writing is amazing omg. also could you give this a happy ending? anddd i think you should post that quinn fic 😉

☕️ Cams Fic Diner – Order 060

🍒 Thank you: thank you for giving me everything I’ve ever wanted — enemies to lovers, flowers as obsession, sex on a podcast desk, and a public reveal that breaks the internet. You have my heart.

💬 “Say That Again While I’m Inside You”

✨ description & prompts

• Character: Quinn Hughes

• Prompt: You’re a podcaster — sharp-tongued, loud, chaotic, too much in every way Quinn Hughes claims to hate. He’s quiet, reserved, and cold as hell — and you despise him for it. The two of you pretend to hate each other, but everyone sees through it. After a particularly viral roast on your show, flowers start arriving. No name. No note.

• Type: enemies to lovers • happy ending

• WC: ~1.6k

• type: smut

🛼✨🍒🧁

You knew the flowers weren’t random.

At first you played it off. A fan, maybe. PR stunt. Podcast listeners had been going feral over your recent episode — the one where you, very casually, very unapologetically, roasted the Vancouver Canucks’ captain for being:

“Quiet. Cardboard. Like, the hockey version of unseasoned rice.”

Jack and Luke had texted you cry-laughing emojis. Your comments were full of theories. But the flowers started showing up after that one.

No note.

No name.

Just different types every time. Clean, expensive. Bouquets with meaning, if you knew how to read them. And maybe you did know.

Which is why you started wearing shorter skirts in the studio. Louder lipstick. More smirks on camera when you said his name.

You don’t even flinch when the door opens behind you after your recording session one week later.

You just sip your iced coffee and say:

“You’re late, Hughes.”

The click of the door echoes in the empty studio. You’re the only one left. Everyone else has gone home. Except the camera still rolling, still capturing the tail end of the podcast — and the man now standing in front of you.

Quinn looks like he hasn’t slept in days.

His jaw is locked. His eyes are dark. His hair’s a mess like he’s run his hands through it a hundred times. He’s wearing a hoodie and joggers, but it doesn’t make him look soft. Not today.

Today, he looks like a man about to snap.

“You’ve been sending flowers,” you say, leaning back on your desk. “Very poetic for someone who thinks I’m a fucking nuisance.”

“Shut up.”

Your brows shoot up.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” He takes two steps closer. “You don’t shut up. That’s your thing, right? Loud. Brash. Always running your mouth.”

“And yet here you are,” you purr. “Standing in my studio like a good little fanboy.”

His breath catches. His hands curl into fists.

“You’re exhausting,” he says, voice low. “Every time you talk, I want to throw something through the wall.”

“Then why the flowers, Hughes?”

He stares at you for a long moment. Then?

“Because I didn’t know what else to do with myself.”

He closes the distance between you in two long strides. You’re caged between his arms before you can reply, his hands on either side of your desk.

“You get under my skin,” he growls. “I can’t stop thinking about you. And I hate it.”

“You hate me?”

“I hate how much I want you.”

You smirk. “That’s not hate, baby. That’s obsession.”

Something snaps.

He grabs your face and kisses you like he’s been starving for weeks. It’s not sweet. It’s devouring. Tongue, teeth, breathless fury. He lifts you onto the desk and knocks your coffee to the floor with a crash that neither of you even notice.

“Camera’s still on,” you whisper against his mouth.

“Don’t care.”

He pushes your skirt up. Pulls your panties down. Doesn’t stop kissing you for even a second. You’re gasping into his mouth, legs wrapped around his waist, fingers clawing at his hoodie.

“This how you get off?” he mutters, dragging his fingers through your folds. “Talking shit on camera, teasing me until I snap?”

“Looks like it worked.”

He lets out a laugh — dark, filthy.

“Yeah? Still think I don’t have a personality, princess?”

You open your mouth, but he presses two fingers into you — deep, rough — and you whimper instead.

“Didn’t catch that,” he smirks. “You were saying?”

“You’re such an asshole—”

“And you’re dripping wet for me.”

Then he’s pulling himself free — thick, flushed, already leaking — and you don’t have time to snark back because he thrusts in one long, brutal stroke that makes your vision white out.

“Fuck—”

“Louder,” he hisses. “Since that’s what you’re best at.”

You moan — loud enough to echo off the walls. His hips slam into yours, your desk rocking under you. Every thrust is pure spite and obsession. He grips your throat, not choking, just holding — like he needs to anchor himself to something.

“Can’t believe I’m falling for your loud, messy bullshit,” he growls. “Can’t stand you, and I still wanna be inside you every fucking day.”

You bite his shoulder. He groans and thrusts harder.

“That’s it,” he pants. “Use me. Hate me. I don’t care. Just—fuck—don’t stop.”

Your orgasm hits like a train — all white-hot pressure and Quinn’s name falling off your lips. He follows seconds later, burying himself deep, forehead pressed to yours, hips stuttering.

“Say it again,” he breathes.

“Say what?”

“Call me a boring asshole while I’m still inside you.”

You laugh.

He kisses you again.

And the camera blinks red behind you.

Still rolling.

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It’s only a few seconds of footage.

No sound. No context. Just a single, lingering clip pulled from the raw podcast camera feed before it auto-saved to the cloud.

It shows you on your desk — fully dressed, legs parted just slightly.

Quinn standing between them.

His hand on your jaw.

His mouth on yours.

The kiss is slow. Devastating. Like it’s not the first, and definitely not the last.

He pulls back for a second — and the camera catches his face.

Not angry. Not cocky.

Just ruined.

Like he’s been in love with you for months and finally let it happen.

The clip hits Twitter 24 hours later.

It goes viral in twelve minutes.

“someone PLEASE tell me that’s not Quinn Hughes”

“I know that desk. I know that podcast. I KNOW THAT DESK.”

“The soft lighting? The hoodie? THE WAY HE’S LOOKING AT HER???”

“no sound but I still got pregnant from this”

“she WINS. I don’t know what she won but she WINS.”

PR spirals. Jack leaves a 3-minute voice note screaming. Your producer just texts you: “what if we sold the full footage as an NFT.”

And you?

You don’t say a word.

You just show up to Quinn’s next game wearing his Canucks hoodie — sleeves bunched over your hands, legs bare, hair up, a quiet smile on your lips as you sit behind the bench like you’ve been there forever.

You don’t flinch when the cameras pan to you.

You just sip your iced coffee and wink at him when he skates past.

That night, he pulls you into his lap the second you walk through the door. He holds your face like you’re something fragile. Kisses your shoulder. Kisses your smile.

“Still talking too much,” he murmurs.

“Still fucking obsessed,” you whisper back.

And he doesn’t deny it.

[theemporium]

[3.5k] luke hits the west coast for his first long roadie of the season with some unsettling feelings about leaving jersey for so long. who would have thought his biggest problem on the road would end up being looking at his caller id over the actual hockey games he was playing? (smut)

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Luke Hughes had never felt like more of a fuck boy than he did the moment he had sent the text—which was ironic when he was quite literally the opposite of a fuckboy.

He hadn’t even meant for it to come across that way. Genuinely, he did not.

Despite being officially in the NHL for over a month now, this was the first time Luke was going on a roadie across the country whilst wearing the New Jersey red on his back. Most of their away games had been in nearby cities, where they would maybe spend a day or two in another city before returning to Jersey. 

But this was the longest one yet—a full ten days in the west coast for games against San Jose, LA and Anaheim. 

He wanted to say it wasn’t a big deal, that he was used to the life of hockey taking him to new cities and states. But things were different in the NHL. The stakes were higher, the games meant more even this early in the season, things just felt a lot more intense.

But it felt stupid to confess as much to his brother or any of the other boys when he literally played in the playoff games last season, when the stakes were the Cup. 

However, Luke couldn’t shake off the weird intensity of the roadie. He played off Jack’s concerned looks with some bullshit excuse that he was tired, that he was just struggling to sleep these days. It didn’t wave away his older brother’s concern but it got him off his back for a little bit. It let Jack focus on a different concern and not the real reason (that felt borderline childish to admit) that he felt on edge about leaving Jersey for so long. 

And it meant that Luke was laying in the hotel room alone whilst Jack was out with some of the other guys on the team for dinner, embracing the one free evening they had before the game tomorrow against San Jose. 

He had flipped through a variety of shows on the tv and scrolled through endless apps on his phone before he gave in, his finger hovering over the send button before he clicked it.

It hadn’t even hit him how his text sounded until your reply came through a few moments later. 

cherry🍒: damn hughes

cherry🍒: you gonna ask me what i’m wearing next?

His cheeks instantly burned hot, something quite like embarrassment and awkwardness bubbling in the pit of his stomach. 

At least it was hard to focus on the upcoming games when he was too busy thinking about the quickest ways to flee the country and change his identity. 

hockey boy: absolutely not 

Luke’s fingers moved fast on the screen, already drafting up a second message when your reply came through. 

cherry🍒: rude :( 

cherry🍒: maybe I had something special on for you 

And that was enough to make his brain go blank, the sentence he was in the middle of typing long forgotten as he stared at the words on his screen. He almost felt guilty how quickly his imagination came up with images of you back on his bed, just like his birthday party, in something short and sexy and—

He almost dropped his phone on his face when it began buzzing in his hand, scrambling to sit up in his bed as he answered. 

“H-Hello?” He cleared his throat, his face burning warmer when he heard your laugh on the other side. 

“You sound a little caught off, Hughes,” you teased, lighthearted and playful. “Did I interrupt something?” 

“I—no!” Luke exclaimed, though something inside him relaxed when you laughed again. “I didn’t…I didn’t mean for it to come off like that. I swear. I just wanted to talk to you.”

“I didn’t think so considering it’s been five minutes since my last message and you hadn’t replied yet. Not really setting the mood there.” 

He shook his head, his lips twitching upwards. “So you’re saying you’re not wearing something special for me?” 

“Unfortunately not. Just some sweats and a hoodie.” 

“Hm,” Luke hummed before frowning, taking a quick glance at the time on his phone before he swore under his breath. “Shit, I didn’t wake you up, did I?”

You laughed and something in his chest tightened as he imagined the soft smile on your face as you did so. “No, I couldn’t get to sleep. I was just watching some random episode of The Vampire Diaries before you called.”

Luke blinked. “The what?” 

You fell silent for a moment. “Tell me you’re joking.” 

He paused as well before he spoke in the most unconvincing voice. “I’m joking?” 

“Forget watching it, how have you never heard of it?!” 

“I don’t know!” Luke defended weakly, shuffling back further against the pillows. “Is this your subtle way of telling me to watch it?”

“No!” 

He frowned. “No?”

“I want to watch it with you. I want to see your reactions.” 

Luke snorted but he didn’t disagree, something fond and warm bubbling in the pit of his stomach at your insistence. “Fine, deal,” he mused. “But it would have at least given me something to do.” 

“Wow, is Jack that boring of a roommate?” 

He laughed. “Nah, he went out with some of the other guys for dinner.” 

“You didn’t feel like joining?” 

“Not really,” he admitted. 

“How come?” 

“Just…didn’t feel like it,” he said, his fingers tugging on the drawstrings of his hoodie as the spiralling thoughts began to creep in again. Like a reminder he wasn’t just lying on his bed back in Jersey talking away to you on the phone, that he was actually on the other side of the country. 

And it seemed like you sensed his reluctance, the shift in his voice like he seemed distant and you wanted to pull him back in.

“So you try to sext me instead?” Your voice was playful and taunting and he could imagine the smirk on your face so clearly. 

“Shut up,” he groaned, his cheeks burning once again. “I didn’t—”

“You so did.”

“That was not my intention at all,” he retorted. 

“Damn, Hughes, didn’t take you for a phone sex kind of a guy?” 

Luke could only thank some superior being above that it wasn’t a facetime call, that you couldn’t see how bad he was blushing. “I am neither a sexting or phone sex kind of guy.” 

“Boo, it’s more fun than you would think.” 

His nose scrunched up. “I don’t know.” 

“Don’t knock it until you try it, Luke.”

…

Despite being in two very different states, Luke had found himself on the phone with you most nights of the roadie so far.

It wasn’t really a co-dependent thing, like Jack liked to tease him about when he caught Luke waiting for your message saying you were free to call after the game in LA. It was a similar feeling he had with his friends back in Michigan or his brothers, this strong urge to tell you things. He wanted to share it with you, he wanted to tell you about something stupid Jack did in the locker room or the weird drink Curtis smuggled him at dinner. 

And in turn, he wanted to hear about your day too. He wanted to hear about how the nice barista at the coffee shop on the way to work gave you a free cookie because she fucked up your order by accident. He wanted to hear about the way your upstairs neighbour had taken up tap dancing and seemed to only find eleven o’clock at night the most appropriate time to practise. He just wanted to hear you talk. 

Luke was at least self-aware enough to realise he was being a bit insane with the phone calls every night when he was only gone for over a week. But day six into a ten day roadie and he just kind of wished he was chilling on your couch when listening to these stories rather than a nondescript hotel room he shared with his brother with limited privacy. 

However, the phone calls had become such a routine over the last few days that he didn’t even think twice when he picked up his buzzing phone, answering and putting it on speaker as he walked towards his suitcase in only a towel. 

“Hey, I’ve been waiting for your call,” Luke said, an easy smile on his face as he quickly grabbed some clothes to change into after his shower. 

“Really? I didn’t realise you missed me that much. I miss you too, dude.” 

Luke froze, his eyes widening as he snapped his gaze back towards his phone. He quickly grabbed it off his bed, letting out a soft ‘fuck’ when he realised it was Ethan, not you. 

“Luke? You still there?” 

“Uh yeah,” Luke cleared his throat. “Sorry, I just came out of the shower. So, uh, what’s up?” 

“I caught the game, just wanted to make sure you were alright. Looked like a tough game but you were killer out there, bud.” 

He paused, his lips twitching upwards. “You watched the game?”

“Don’t sound so surprised, dude. The boys watch every game we can. Our boy is in the big leagues! We gotta support you.”

“I didn’t know,” he admitted, his chest tightening a little.

“We miss you on the team, gotta get our fix somehow,” Ethan joked, lighthearted and playful. 

And yet, Luke felt a wave of guilt wash over him. Despite flying out for his birthday party, he hadn’t really been messaging the boys back in Michigan as much as he should have. He knew they were also giving him space to settle into the NHL lifestyle and they were busy with classes and such, but his own surprise from Ethan calling confirmed enough that he needed to reach out more. 

“I miss playing with you guys too,” Luke confessed, and it was true. He loved the Devils and he loved living out his dream but a small part of him itched to be back on the ice with his UMich boys again. 

“Yeah but you never threw us around like that.” 

Luke let out a groan, ignoring Ethan’s laughs. “I didn’t mean to knock him over like that, it was just the momentum!” 

Ethan’s laughs only got louder. 

…

It was the night before the Anaheim game when Jack had all but bolted out the room, muttering something about hanging out with Trevor and that he would be back before dinner. 

In all honesty, Luke didn’t question it much. He just waved his brother off, saying he was going to have a small nap before he started getting ready for whatever restaurant Trevor had booked for them (assuring that it would fit their diet plan but Luke wasn’t convinced). Between the travelling and training on the road, Luke found himself more exhausted than he was from back-to-back games in Jersey.

And he genuinely was going to nap until his phone buzzed with a message from you and he found himself dialling your number before he could help himself. 

“A call already? You didn’t even give me a chance to try sexting you.” 

He rolled his eyes. “I don’t see what the point is.” 

“I like hearing you get all flustered and nervous.” 

“Yeah but it’s not really the same thing, is it?” He commented, running a hand through his curls before tugging his hood back over his head. “Surely it’s just a bit…awkward.” 

“It can be hot if you do it right,” you corrected him. “Personally, I think phone sex is better but it can be fun to sext too. Like a thrill, you know?” 

“Yes because nothing sounds sexier than talking about sex,” he mused.

“It’s not like that,” you laughed, shuffling around on the other side of the phone. “Think of it like…foreplay.” 

His brows furrowed together. “In what way?” 

“You aren’t together but you’re telling each other what you would want to do if you were. What you wish you could be doing. And you’re listening to it all, listening to them get off to your words.” 

Luke swallowed harshly. “It still sounds awkward.” 

There was a pause on the other side. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” he breathed out, shifting a little in his spot. “Wouldn’t it make more sense to facetime them and see them?” 

“It’s about using your imagination, Luke,” you hummed, sounding amused by his grasp on phone sex. “It’s about taking the scraps of what they tell you and letting your brain run wild with it.” 

He let out an unconvinced hum.

“Still sceptical?”

“Maybe.” 

There was a small pause before you spoke again. “You’re alone, right?” 

“Uh, yeah,” Luke nodded, even if you couldn’t see him. “Jack won’t be back for another few hours so—”

“So you can be a good boy for me?” 

His brain went blank.

“C’mon, Luke.” He could almost hear the smirk in your voice. “Remember what we said about words?”

“Yeah,” he let out a shaky breath. “Yeah, I can be…good.”

“I know you can, you’re always so good f’me,” you commented, so nonchalant and casual like your worlds didn’t make his heart beat a little faster. “Tell me what you’re doing right now.” 

“Uh,” he cleared his throat. “I’m lying in bed, talking to you. But you know that—”

“What are you wearing?” 

Luke glanced down at himself, the Devils branded hoodie and UMich sweatpants hardly the sexiest of outfit choices but he muttered out his response regardless. “Isn’t that the exact line you teased me about earlier?” 

“You telling me you’re wearing something special just for me?” 

He snorted, despite himself. “Hardly.” 

“That’s fine. You look better without anything anyway. A shame you’re all the way in California, would’ve been nice to have you all to myself.”

He gulped. “Is this where I use my imagination to guess what you’d do to me?” 

“If you want,” you said, laughing softly and it almost felt like you were right there beside him. “Or I could tell you how I miss hearing those pretty noises you make when you come, the little moans you let out when I touch you.” 

“Shit,” he muttered. “How do you just say those things so…easily?” 

“Because I know what I like and I’m confident with saying what I want. And I really like making you come, you’re always so sweet. You get so blushy and shy, it’s cute. I could only imagine what you’d be like when I get my mouth on you.”

Luke squirmed, his hand reaching down to press down on the length of his cock like it would ease the way he was twitching at her words. 

“Would you like that, Luke?”

“Y-Yeah,” he breathed out, nodding even if you couldn’t see him.

“Bet you would look so pretty, all shy and nervous to touch me even if you wanted to,” you continued, his eyes fluttering shut like he could pretend you were really in the room with him, like you were really whispering all of this in his ear. “But I would want you to, Luke. I would wanna feel your hands in my hair, wanna see you take control.” 

“I would,” he mumbled out, his hand slowly stroking himself over his sweatpants as he imagined it. As he imagined being sat on your couch, with you kneeling between his legs and your eyes glued on his reactions. It made his whole body feel hot and flustered. 

“Yeah, baby? You’d take control? Fuck my mouth?” 

He was almost embarrassed by the noise he let out.

“Are you touching yourself right now? Letting your imagination fill in the blanks?” 

“Mhm,” he nodded. 

“Good, baby, good. Keep touching yourself, keep making yourself feel good.”

“Wish it was you,” he managed to mutter out, his cock straining under the fabric of his boxers and sweatpants. However, any embarrassment or lingering awkwardness was long gone as he pushed them down to his knees, not even bothered to kick them off as he got his hand on himself. 

“Yeah? Me too, baby. I wish I was with you now, could watch you squirm and beg f’me with your dick down my throat.”

“Fuck,” he hissed, squeezing the base of his cock as he tried to mimic the night of his birthday, to mimic the feeling of your hand on him instead. “That’s…vulgar.”

You laughed, and it shouldn’t have been so hot to him but it was. “Too much? You don’t want me to talk about how badly I wish that it was you touching me right now?”

“You’re touching yourself right now?” It was almost a wheeze, like the air had been knocked out of his lungs and it hadn’t even hit him until that moment that you were in the same position as him. 

“Mhm,” you hummed, all sweet and high-pitched and it reminded him of the noise you made just before you came on his fingers. “If I was more patient, I would’ve got a toy. Would’ve felt way better.” 

“Toy?” He rasped. 

“Jealous?” You teased, unaware of the way Luke turned his head to the side, biting down on his pillow to hold back his groans as he continued to stroke himself. “I’ll show you when you’re back.” 

“Show me on yourself?” 

“I can use them on you too, pretty boy, if you could handle it.” 

“I…could,” he muttered out, listening to the breathy, moany laugh on the other side of the phone.

“We’ll see,” you hummed. “Maybe I’ll send you a video for your next roadie. Keep you occupied while you’re away.”

“Nuh uh,” he bit out, shaking his head. “This. I like this. I like hearing your voice.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he repeated, his stomach twisting as his thumb swiped over the head of his cock and rubbed the small bead of precum along his slit. “S’close.” 

“Come f’me, wanna hear you come.”

It was a bit of a mindfuck if Luke was completely honest with himself. The pleasure running down his spine, leaving his body hot and heavy and just as good as it did when he was with you didn’t make sense to him. Listening to the little breathy moans and whines you let out when he came all over his hand, as he listened to you get yourself off shouldn’t have made his dick twitch so soon. He shouldn’t have been able to make himself come so hard just from some dirty talk from you, and yet he had. 

Though, Luke didn’t have a lot of explanations when it came to the way you made him feel.

“You still there?” 

“Yeah,” he hummed, his eyes still shut as he laid on the bed, practically melting into the sheets beneath him. “Kinda need that nap now.”

You snorted. “You should clean up before you fall asleep.” 

“Five minutes,” he murmured out, a lazy smile on his face as your laugh echoed through the phone.

…

He was rushing to button up his shirt when his phone rang again. 

He was already running late for the reservations Trevor made for dinner (if the constant stream of messages from Jack was telling him anything) and his nap lasted longer than he expected. But he couldn’t bite back his smile as he reached for his phone, his thumb already swiping to answer the call as he rummaged through his suitcase to find his cologne. 

“You’re out of luck if you’re wanting to go for a round two,” Luke mused once the call had connected, an odd wave of confidence in his voice as he spoke. 

“Round two of what?” 

Luke froze, yanking his phone away from his ear to see Quinn’s name on his screen. He let out a muttered ‘what the fuck’ under his breath, an odd sense of deja vu from his phone call with Ethan washing over him before he quickly answered his eldest brother. 

“Uh, nothing,” he laughed off, resisting the urge to yank on his own hair after he had spent the better part of the last fifteen minutes trying to make his curls look presentable. “Just some…exercise challenge thing Jack and I were trying out.” 

“And you think he would call you about it? Aren’t you two together right now?” 

“Yes. No!” Luke shook his head at himself. “No, he’s in Nico’s room right now.” 

“I thought you were getting dinner with Trevor?” 

“Right,” Luke laughed once again, awkward and strained. “We are. He just…had to tell Nico something first. You know Jack! Just…always attached to Nico’s hip.”

There was a moment of silence before Quinn spoke again. “Are you feeling okay?” 

“I feel great, actually! Speaking of, I need to go so I’ll call you later. Okay, great, bye!” 

He slammed the small red button until the call disconnected, throwing his phone down on his bed and letting out a long, deep sigh. He really needed to start looking at his phone before answering calls, it was getting a bit ridiculous. 

Luke finished getting ready, shoving some shoes on and making his way towards the elevator as he began typing out a message before slipping his phone into his pocket, already preparing himself for Jack’s whining about how late he is by the time he reached the lobby.

hockey boy: remind me to give you a personalised ringtone when i’m back in jersey

.

[gooobraghhh]

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I own @the-kennel-keeper , he’s cum to me 98 times so far 🩷

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🌟 Masterlist 🌟

🌚 Boyfriend!skz fake texts

Daily texts #1🌞

Daily texts #2🌞

Daily texts #3🌞

Daily texts #4🌞

Daily texts #5🌞

Daily texts #6🌞

Texting bf!skz song lyrics🎸. texting more lyrics!🎤

Sending bf!skz a spicy pic❤‍🔥

Asking bf!skz for a selfie🤳🏻

Bf!skz sending YOU a spicy pic 🌝

Bf!skz reacting to you wanting to go on/off the pill 💊

Bf!skz finding out they're not your bias🤡

Valentine's Day texts🌹

Texting bf!skz "where do you see us in 5 years?"🌱

Bf!skz comforting you when you're feeling sad/upset/insecure 💘

Accidentally flustering bf!skz💋

Bf!skz asking you about your fave straykids song💃🏻

Relationships goals with bf!skz: home screen edition🎯

Bf!skz vs getting you pads🩸

Vibe check with bf!skz⚡

Showing bf!skz your straykids themed manicure💅🏻

Fiance!skz x your engagement ring 💍

Texting bf!skz "I'm going to eat you"😋

Texting bf!skz in your native language 🌏

Bf!skz finds your baby pics/you find his😇

Fiance!skz vs your wedding dress🤍

Texting bf!skz "would you still love me if I was a worm?"🐛

Asking bf!skz to come pick you up🚗

Bf!skz vs you crushing on another idol(ft. ateez!)🎭

Arguing with bf!skz 🌧️

Buying flowers for bf!skz💐

Halloween couple costumes with bf!skz🎃

You vs bf!skz bromances (ft.skz)🤭

Unsent bf!skz texts💔

Needy bf!skz texts👹

Relationship goals with bf!skz: matching items edition👕

"Breaking up" with bf!skz😜

"Sorry wrong number"prank on bf!skz🦄

"Texting bf!skz "i have an ache where you should be"🙊

Random (loving) shit texts with bf!skz 🃏

Bf!skz texts when you lose a loved one/pet/friend☔

Bf!skz vs your GG bias(ft. itzy,nmixx and more!)👠

Asking bf!skz to check if your lips taste like cherries🍒

Texting bf!skz 'baby' with no context🎲

🌚DAD!SKZ MASTERLIST

🌚Fics

🥀EYES WIDE SHUT, Au! Han Jisung fic (completed)

🕯️To Die For - Hyunjin x reader x Felix au fic (work in progress)

0 - I love the way you're screaming my name 1 - Hi, nice to meet ya, got nothing to believe in 2 - The space between a rock and a hard place 3 - It's not living if it's not with you 4 - I found God, I found him in a martyr 5 - So you can drag me through hell if it meant I could hold your hand 6 - Call me friend but keep me closer

🌚 Boyfriend!skz blurbs

Han ♥️

👻Horror nights ⚠️*content warning

🩷Flannel

🍎 I'm not leaving you

🍬Baby are you drooling?

🍯Unconditionally

🫀You are my heart you know? ⚠️ *content warning

🎋 13

🐝Honey bee (dad!hanjisung)

🥛Of monsters and milk (dad!hanjisung)

Leeknow 💜

📷Camera roll

❤️‍🩹I don't mind

☘️Okonomyaki

🐰Childhood videos

🍲Soup

🦷Sweet tooth

💓Bunny (dad!leeknow)

Felix 💙

🍑Peaches and cream

💭Grey areas

🍥You put me back together, actually

Chan 💗

🚗Anytime

🎁Kiki's delivery service

🧶Scooby-Doo

🫰🏼Big heart

🪽Until we are okay ⚠️*content warning

Hyunjin 💖

🌺Preoccupied

🌊Busan

🍃Just sleep

🌸Cherry blossom

🔥Fire fire

💦More?

[heerinnie]

𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐒

𝐋.𝐇 𝐏.𝐉𝐒 𝐒.𝐉𝐘 𝐏.𝐒𝐇.

^^ SEMI NSFW UNDER CUT, MINORS DNI

SYNOPSIS: Them asking for 🍒 pics

WARNINGS: Hyung line x fem!reader, mentions of sending explicit pictures, they’re whiney and needy, jake’s balls will explode, crack + semi nsfw texts.

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𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠

𝐒𝐢𝐦 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧

A/N: I sped-ran making these since I haven’t posted anything in a while </3

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📍Spain | [🎶5% Tint - Travis Scott🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Y/N.xx You know the vibes view all 198 comments…

Winnie.Baby1 Stop hanging without me!!! 😡😡😡 ↳Y/N.xx Only a plane ride away xx User099 Giving pilates & private jet energy in one drop. She’s it y’all. User82 5% tint? More like #5 on RM... Jobebellingham Got you waiting in a lobby? SMH ↳Judebellingham It was five minutes ↳Jobebellingham Long for you tbf… ↳Y/N.xx respectfully disagree 😏 ↳Jobebellingham On the world wide web? About my brother? ↳Judebellingham @/ Y/N.xx 😉 ↳User15 just screamed User37 In the comments and liking in under a minute… bffr User28 The ‘that’s not my man but that’s very much my man’ starter pack User117 Same duffle bags on the same hotel bed ✅ same Hermès blanket ✅ same cocktail ✅ with Trent’s girl ✅ Mirror pic WITH HIM ✅ … Case closed User14 It’s giving context clues WhitneySmith Low key, still sore… ↳Trentarnold66 From what tho 😏 ↳Y/N.xx Under my post… really? ↳Jobebellingham @/Y/N.xx taste of your own User78 GIRL LOL We see the same cocktail from his post Judebellingham Angel. ↳User38 EXCUSE ME?!? ↳User75 I would collapse…. ↳User02 Uh… he really said "Angel." full stop…. User71 So we’re just doing soft-launch olympics now huh??? User00 Madrid just out here subtly becoming the city of love ↳Y/N.xx That'll always be Paris.

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📍Madrid | [🎶Did You See - J Hus🎶]

liked by trentarnold66 and others Judebellingham Lately 🪽 view all 2,034 comments…

WhitneySmith Missed you bae xx ↳ Judebellingham Just leave your man at home next time, yeah? ↳Trentarnold66 @/Judebellingham Unnecessary stray but okay User02 That second slide is literally screaming ‘she’s here’ User45 Soooo the angel comment and now the emoji?? Y/N.xx Who are you on the phone with? ↳Judebellingham 😉 ↳User18 I mean guys come on…. User62 Y’all ever post a carousel and accidentally leak your entire relationship? User38 Slide 3 is giving double date with their girlfriends…. ↳User208 STFFUUUUUU Don’t tell me that! User55 That Hermès blanket looks awfully familiar… 🤨 ↳User89 It’s deffo her under it too…. User90 And you thought we wouldn’t notice the drinks??? Trentarnold66 My Bro 🤝 ↳User64 @/Trentarnold66 tell us what you know? 😭😭😭

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📍Madrid | [🎶Married To The Game - Future🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Y/N.xx Enemies to lovers? view all 387 comments…

User25 OMFG low key…. Is Jude Bellingham punching? JudeBellingham Is this fucking play about us? @/Trentarnold66 ↳WhitneySmith Yes. Yes, it is. Tobybishay Slide 6… do you need us to leave again or?? Louis98 Enlève ce maillot maintenant… NOW ↳Y/N.xx mort de rire User78 You only posted this for clout 🙄 but get your bag girl ig JudeBellingham Didn’t send the 7th slide to me but alright… ↳Use00 So you get texts like that from her 👀 ↳Use185 2 comments? Jude bffr Jobebellingham Photo of T and Whit at dinner has me creasing User90 Icl last slide is the definition of bad gatekeeping. But okay hun, sure. User23 Not the Madrid WAG debut 😭😭 give me a sec WhitneySmith The girls that get it… really do get it ✨ ↳User04 Because… you’re both wags right?!? Tell us the tea girl! User57 The jersey? A double date with TAA and his girl? It’s giving reveal Winnie.Baby1 Fomo… as per 😫 Aurelientchm son porte-bonheur User09 Girl this launch is too soft for the streets and yet too mysterious for the timeline Trentarnold66 That girl with you in slide two tho 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 ↳WhitneySmith ily baby 😘😘😘😘 User09 I’m connecting dots hun… we all are, we all have been User76 Do y’all take applications for fifth wheels or??

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📍Madrid | [🎶John Wayne - A Jah🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others WhitneySmith On a red horse 🚩 Uttf view all 608 comments…

User90 You’re a menace for this subtlety Winnie.Baby1 Answer her facetime T 🤬🤬🤬 User67 Girl I need the full gallery. For research of course. Trentarnold66 You said you wanted to go on a date, didn’t realize it’d be to watch me at work... look good tho baby xx User78 Between this and Y/N.xx post… I need a press release by eod. DeniseBellingham2 Loved seeing you hun xx User73 Oh so this wasn’t just an away game it was a couples trip JudeBellingham Hope you had fun while we worked 🙄 ↳Trentarnold66 @/Judebellingham They think it’s just popcorn and vibes ↳Y/N.xx Is it not? 😭 User711 Jude’s GF reveal was so subtle I had to go to his best friend’s girls ig for it lol User48 Erm…. Anyone else clocking Jude’s comments lately 👀 Ma7ell I’m not saying anything but Imma watch this one unfold 🍿 Y/N.xx My face isn’t even in these but somehow I’m fully exposed ↳WhitneySmith I was your alibi and now I’m your accomplice and I love that for us User56 Is that Jude with her in the last slide or am I spiraling 😭😭 TobyBishay Elite snack selection Whit 🫡

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[🎶 Scorsese Baby Daddy - SZA 🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Y/N.xx Girly Things 🫧 view all 498 comments…

User834 I mean "girly things" and two brothers but ok hun TobyBishay this is why he’s been ignoring me. Got it 👍 Use29 The flowers??!? Girl, is he bothering you? User66 Jude Bellingham, this your girl? Winnie.Baby1 Tag him next time coward 🫶 User5 At least she can drive 😭 Trentarnold66 Chaos merchant with that last slide User777 Who is this… I’m gonna cry. Why is she with them 😭😭😭 User04 Now this is a WAG soft-launch. Subtle. Refined. Dangerous. Judebellingham You left out the slide where I made you breakfast but go off ↳User45 This comment from his main is insane. Judebellingham Still… Unreal, angel. Gotta stop playing with me ↳Y/N.xx No one is playing with you 😉 User17 Her aesthetic + his face = power couple behaviour ↳Use00 Forget him! Go to her profile bc HER FACE!?! User67 You have to stop posting him every 3rd slide like we won’t notice 😭 User99 She said ✨rich girl soft launch✨ and I ate it up WhitneySmith You’re glowing. Must be the Madrid sun. Or the 6’2 baller 😌 ↳Trentarnold66 He’s 6′ 1. Whitney. He's only 6'1. ↳Jobebellingham Definitely 6’1 don’t forget that. User22 She rich, he rich, i’m crying in my uni cafeteria 🧍‍♀️

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📍Madrid | [🎶 Vex- Eight9FLY and Kaytranada 🎶]

liked by trentarnold66 and others Judebellingham Slow mornings in Madrid view all 2,781 comments…

User09 No, because why are you blocking out your lock screen? User22 Are you holding Jobe’s hand in pic 2?!?! LOL ↳Jobebellingham Absolutely not. User74 We already found her @. She’s STUNNING and I’m crying Trentarnold66 @/Y/N.xx how many times did he make you take that "candid" bench pic? ↳Y/N.xx Too many User33 No because this post is hurting me in a personal way 😩 He’s so boyfriend WhitneySmith Tell the Chanel bag and the 84 white roses to text me back ↳ Y/N.xx Check your phone miss girl. I already did 😉 User56 wait. wait. SHE drives a AMG G63 doesn’t she? Y/N.xx Soft boy era huh? ↳Judebellingham you weren’t complaining when you were in that tub from ur ig post… ↳User88 STOP 💀 User45 Someone compare the marble wall from her last ig post to his rn User99 I know a soft-launch when I see one. My FBI training is kicking in. TobyBishay You owe me for keeping things hush while ur out here acting like this…. TobyBishay Silence aint free, yk? ↳Judebellingham Toss ya 500 quid mate ↳TobyBishay 🙄🙄🙄 User782 He’s smiling in that kit pic like he just got off FaceTime with his girl. Not okay. Jobebellingham Love that she lets you outside sometimes, mate User09 Do you think the crop did something? Just tag her OMD.

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[🎶 Yes to Heaven - Lana Del Rey 🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Y/N.xx Heaven is filled with warm light and old frames🪽 view all 478 comments…

User98 She’s pretty AND stylish AND gets Jude?? Unfair. User10 every day i wake up and remember i’m not her 😭 JudeBellingham Heaven looks good on you 🪽 ↳UserR7 can u focus on the season tho bro??? User09 Delete this. I’m going to be ill. Maman103 Tu es le paradis sur terre ma chérie User1 Nah i’m logging off. WhitneySmith It looks like “heaven” is also filled with a certain someone 👀 User22 SO YOU’RE HOLDING JUDE BELLINGHAM’S HAND NOW?!?! Winnie.Baby1 This is why you ghosted our FaceTime. Does heaven not have service?? User76 She’s the one taking his pics I know it 🥲 She’s got the eye AND the man User999 omg I love her aesthetic. She’s giving luxury. I hate how much I like her. Trentanold66 Got him renting out museums…Never call me a melt again @/Judebellingam User09 Finally FOUND HER. Her IG is literally art. No wonder he’s obsessed User15 He’s locked in off the pitch too, huh 🔒 TobyBishay So this is where he disappeared to... Sound. User276 WAIT. That bar pic is the SAME as in Jude’s post. Same chandelier. User89 The timing? It’s HIM. So obvious now. Confirmed.

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📍Madrid | [🎶 Angel Numbers - Chris Brown 🎶]

liked by Y/N.xx and others Judebellingham Vamos 🪽 view all 6,920 comments…

User45 Slide 3… Two people. Two people are in slide 3!!! Trentarnold66 Museum boy now? Never call me a melt again 😤 User22 Vamos at a time like this? Vamos? While I spiral at home? User89 Just @ her OMD. Aurelientchm Vamos? Non, c'est plutôt que je suis occupé ↳Judebellingham sorry mate don’t speak french ↳Aurelientchm non, mais elle oui… Non @/Y/N.xx? User261 Ballon d'Or? Bro’s more focused on boyfriend of the year User344 Posting like it’s aesthetic but you’re actually just down bad JobeBellingham Damn. So you’re artsy now mate? User56 I was really holding out hope he was single 🧍‍♀️ Y/N.xx Are you just going to steal my pic? ↳Judebellingham Maybe just you for another night 😉 ↳User33 Ur actually sick for that reply User788 Not like this… please…🫠 User09 You post more like a model than a midfielder mate User52 Anyone else clocking all the angel hints? The song? The emojis? The comments? Anyone? Literally anyone else?? ↳User22 No same girl… like ??? WhitneySmith Who knew Judey loved art so much! ↳User98 Girl be so fr rn. Just tell us what we already know User899 The song has me on the ledge omfg. User72 You’re both so unserious. She posted the same photo. Be more obvious.

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📍Home | [🎶Pistol - Cigarettes After Sex 🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Y/N.xx Restez chez vous. Prenez soin de vous. view all 1,309 comments…

User834 Don’t you fucking dare like her post…. Trentarnold66 He’s texting me paragraphs don’t worry ↳Winnie.Baby1 He better not be 😠 User00 I’m living knowing he had to google translate that caption ↳User17 Jude if you’re reading this she’s telling everyone to stay safe from brum boys like you User78 you don’t lose girls like this unless you’re stupid or scared ↳Jobebellingham Can confirm stupid ↳WhitneySmith I'll back scared… User94 She’s smoking inside. He’s NOT coming back from this User827 French and heartbroken is dangerous. Be careful Jude 😳 Gabrielderohan1 Toujours aussi belle…Tu me laisses savoir si t'as besoin d’un café ou d’un peu de compagnie xx User111 Let that paint dry but don’t let him back in queen Aurelientchm Carton rouge pour Bellingham. Je t'aime Y/N xx ↳Camavinga Interdiction de jouer au moins 10 matchs 😭 frrr User45 Yikes….Jude liking and unliking… bro’s in the trenches User76 I'll volunteer as your French rebound bébé 🫡 ↳User881 Jude doit être en PLS rn 😭 WhitneySmith You’re sad but you’re still so pretty. It’ll be okay 😘 Maman103 Ne pas fumer chez moi s'il vous plait!!! ❤️❤️❤️ User222 Jude Bellingham I fear you will never recover ↳User91 What happened?!?! Louis98 Même la douleur est belle sur toi, ma sœur xx User677 She’s posted nothing but smoke, wine, and silence. He’s done 🪦 Winnie.Baby1 Never a second option. She is it. JudeBellingham Hope the garden’s still blooming. Said you loved it this time of year x ↳User19 Get out of her comments immediately ↳User17 Got a château, paint, and cigarettes. She’s fine. You’re not. ↳User56 Spiraling confirmed.

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📍Madrid | [🎶Ruby Sparks - Monét Ngo🎶]

liked by trentarnold66 and others Judebellingham Some ghosts don’t knock 🪽 view all 2,034 comments…

User45 you always post when you’re spiralling lmao Jobebellingham bro i KNEW you were down bad but this is cinema fr Trentarnold66 Little late but we’ll take it 🤝 User298 bro u good? Sad boy hours fr Y/N.xx always xx ↳ User75 OMFG they’re back… TobyBishay someone’s back in their loverboy era… User999 STOP the madrid sign & the wine pic MATCH HER POST 😭 User67 “it’s you, always.” i’m in pain WhitneySmith poetry hours I see 👀 User283 men will post like this instead of saying “I’m sorry.” DeniseBellingham2 Just want you two happy hun xx User08 Okay but I just want to know the tea… like what happened??? ↳ User222 FRRRRRR like fill us in. User100 man’s acting like he didn’t score two last weekend. sadness era or soft launch? Winnnie.Baby1 As he should 👏👏👏 User88 I’m late… WHO is the girl in the last photo. who. is. she. Aurélientchm 🤨 un homme amoureux is dangerous… good luck my brother User50 real madrid fans are crying rn and not because of the score

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📍Madrid | [🎶Do I Ever Cross Your Mind - Sombr🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Y/N.xx I’m here again view all 2,134 comments…

User834 I’d forgive him too 😫😫😫 Trentarnold66 So you finally answered his calls…. User89 can you both stop being cryptic i’m trying to enjoy my dinner WhitneySmith Thank heaven 🥺 Angel is back. User103 Wait so the war is actually over???? JobeBellingham And….She’s back. User74 All this just to draw to sevilla 😭 User91 You’re both unwell and I fully support it JudeBellingham Never leave my mind 🪽 ↳User20 He’s so obsessed with her 🥺🥺🥺 ↳User8 I’m not even mad anymore… They’re cute. User00 slide 2 and 8… are we okay??? Aurelientchm les amoureux back again I see 👀 User76 the "P.S. I wish you were here" is haunting me actually ↳User17 Who knew he was such a loverboy User111 girl are we grieving or soft-launching bc I am not stable rn ↳User092 ok but the spilled wine has more stability than they do apparently User103 TBH I would jump to go back to Jude too User87 bro Jude was MY man and now he’s feeding HER wine and holding hands in SHADOWS??? Winnie.Baby1 and you said it wasn’t that deep… User14 if pain was pretty… User91 back like he didn’t just break her heart last week lmaoo User700 who’s the shadow hand… Jk we already know hun

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🍒🌞🍹❤️‍🔥🫶🪩 Part 3 ⇨ Back For More 🪩🫶❤️‍🔥🍹🌞🍒

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Headcanons! THANOS

Character: Thanos x fem!reader

Summary: general boyfriend Headcanons

Warnings: none

1. Su-Bong likes to send you random texts during the day just to check in, even if it’s just a simple “Hey.”

2. He always insists on carrying your bags, even when you tell him you’re fine.

3. When he’s bored, he’ll poke you until you react, just to get a rise out of you.

4. He’ll give you a kiss on the forehead when you’re not paying attention, then act like it never happened.

5. If you steal his hoodie, he’ll pretend to be mad, but secretly he likes seeing you wear it.

6. He sometimes talks to you in that soft, low voice just because he knows it makes you smile.

7. If he notices you’ve had a rough day, he’ll make sure to do something small, like bring you your favorite snack.

8. He’s the type to casually sit close to you on the couch, just to have his leg touching yours.

9. When you’re sick, he’ll make sure you’re comfortable but won’t leave your side until he knows you’re feeling better.

10. Su-Bong gives you a side-eye whenever you make a joke at his expense but secretly loves it.

11. He’ll listen to you talk about your day, even if it’s boring to him, because he just enjoys hearing your voice.

12. When you laugh at something stupid, he’ll grin and shake his head like you’re both in on a secret.

13. He always makes sure your seatbelt is on before starting the car, even if you’ve already done it.

14. He has a habit of fixing your hair or adjusting your clothes if he thinks you look a little out of place.

15. When he’s in a good mood, he’ll just randomly grab your hand and squeeze it.

16. He always steals a bite of your food, no matter how much he says he’s not hungry.

17. If you're watching something and get too into it, he’ll make fun of you for being so passionate.

18. He’ll steal your blanket if you’re not careful, but he’ll also pull it over you if he sees you’re cold.

19. He doesn’t always know what to say, but he’ll silently hold your hand when you’re feeling down.

20. Su-Bong will act like he’s too tough for affection, but when you’re in his arms, he never wants to let go.

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[yuqiune]

Late Night Calls ☆

Summary: What I think talking to the members late at night is like

A/n: HADD to write this bc LNC is my absolute favorite song on the album, literally on replay since it came out 🍒

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Keeho:

I feel like keeho would prefer night face times over texting but he would be okay with anything for you. He would definitely send you pictures from tour and would call you after his lives, you would be watching and waiting for his contact to pop up on your phone. You two would catch up with each other and I feel like he would brag about any fan signs he saw for him, maybe to make you jealous.

Theo:

Now Theo, He seems like an early night sleeper, like around 9 or 10pm. If you spammed him enough, he might wake up enough to respond to you. He might be confused on why you would text him at 2 in the morning but you remind him of the time difference between you two. He would want to listen to you talk more than anything and he would answer your questions when asked. You two exchange quick selfies to each other before bed

Jiung:

Ji feels like the type of person to put weird filters over your face mid conversation and laugh his ass off. If you had a bad day that day, He'll listen to you and plan to do something with you when he comes back to you. Will do something embarrassing to get your mind off it (give me my money 😭). You'll talk about waterbomb and he'll get flustered by all your compliments but we'll show off If he finds you in the crowd. He'll flash his tattoo, get wet ON purpose, and Will act like nothing happened if you bring it up "Ji, you were slutty today" "Huh? What are you taking about?". Literally love him

Intak:

I stand by this when I say Intak 100% dances on your facetime calls. I can see him dancing to you cooking in the kitchen while he waits until he can talk to you directly. He probably talks to you in english to show you the new words he learned from keeho. When you bring up how much you miss him over tour, he'll probably pout and whine about missing you more, if not missing you more than you miss him and He can't wait to be in your arms again. he'll tell you "have a good one" before hanging up, making you confused and giggle at how cute he is

Soul:

Soul is the one calling you but you're doing the talking mostly, he'll respond with his little minecraft villager and alien noises unless you actually need an answer from him "did you feed the fish?" "Phews" "Soul baby-". He will show you little keychains or gifts he got that day and show you the matching set he got for both of you, S and Y on the items. Like intak, he probably dances randomly to anything in the background if you guys face time, which is a lot because you never know if he's actually there or not. I love my alien boy <3

Jongseob:

seob is always on that damn phone so what makes you think he wouldn't text or call you? I can see him on the phone with you while playing a game at the same time. You two probably just sit on the phone and enjoy the presence of each other, imagining actually being together and talking about anything that came to mind or to make sure the other was still there. If your phone automatically hangs out after a few hours, trust that you or that boy is RACING to call back as soon as possible

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☕️ Cam’s Fic Diner — Order 042

🍒 Thank you for this cozy little heartbreak — the kind that lingers in the chest. I hope it makes you smile. I hope it makes you ache.

💬 “Still Showed Up”

✨ Description and prompts:

 Character: Quinn Hughes

 Prompt: Quinn cancels plans due to injury, but you come over anyway to take care of him. He doesn’t expect it. Friends with benefits dynamic, but with an emotional undertone and

 Word Count: 1.1k

 Type: fluff + comfort + quiet emotional shift

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Quinn’s text comes through at 3:42 p.m.

hey, can’t do tonight.

tweaked something during practice.

kinda wrecked.

sorry.

You read it twice. Then a third time.

It’s not like you had anything big planned — just a loose agreement, a standing “if you’re free” sort of thing. The kind of arrangement that doesn’t require confirmation, labels, or real emotional commitment.

You’re friends. You sleep together sometimes. You watch dumb movies and share takeout. You make out on his couch, sometimes fall asleep on it. No promises.

Still, your fingers hover over the reply.

no problem. feel better.

But you don’t send it.

Instead, you grab soup from the little place he likes down the block. You stop by the store and get the blue sports drink he always has after games. You bring Tylenol, a cold pack, and one of those ridiculous microwaveable animal-shaped heating pads you joked about last week.

And then you show up at his door.

He doesn’t hear the knock at first. It takes two, then a text, then finally the sound of footsteps.

When he opens the door, he’s a mess.

Baggy hoodie. Hair messy. An ice pack half-falling out of the waistband of his sweats. No shirt under the hoodie. And a look of complete disbelief on his face.

“You came?”

You hold up the bag of soup. “I brought dinner.”

He blinks.

Then steps aside silently to let you in.

He’s quieter than usual.

Not cold. Just… unsure. Like he’s trying to figure out what this means.

You don’t push. You unwrap the soup. Set out the Advil. Heat the little penguin-shaped heating pad in the microwave. He watches you from the couch like he doesn’t quite know how to breathe.

“You didn’t have to come,” he says finally.

You smile. “You said you were wrecked.”

“I thought that’d scare you off.”

“Quinn,” you say softly, handing him the spoon. “I’ve literally seen you cry over the ending of a Pixar movie. You’re not that scary.”

He laughs. It breaks the tension.

You help him adjust the heating pad behind his back.

You tuck the blanket around him.

You refill his water.

And then you just… sit.

Side by side. Watching something dumb. Not touching. Not saying much. Just there.

And he keeps glancing over at you. Like he doesn’t understand.

It’s two hours later when he finally says it.

You’ve both half-dozed off. The TV glows softly. His head lolls toward you, shoulder brushing yours. He mumbles, voice barely above a whisper:

“Didn’t think you’d come.”

You open one eye. “Why not?”

He swallows.

“Because I canceled. Because I couldn’t give you what you wanted.”

You blink. Sit up slightly. “And what do you think I wanted?”

He shrugs. Doesn’t meet your eyes.

“I don’t know. Sex. Company. Distraction. Something easy.”

You stare at him.

“Quinn,” you say. “I came because you needed someone.”

He doesn’t reply for a long moment.

Then, so quietly it nearly disappears:

“I didn’t think I mattered like that.”

You don’t know what to say.

So you reach for his hand. You hold it. You let the silence stretch.

And he doesn’t let go.

He almost says more. You feel it in the shift of his fingers. The way his thumb brushes yours like a promise he’s not sure he’s allowed to make.

But he doesn’t speak again.

And you don’t ask him to.

Later, when you finally stand to leave, he says your name.

You turn.

“You didn’t have to stay,” he says.

You shrug, smiling softly.

“You didn’t have to matter. But you do.”

You think you see it then — just for a second — that flicker in his expression. Like maybe he wants more than late nights and fading kisses.

He doesn’t say it.

But maybe next time, he will.

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