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[totalswag]

since it’s award season!!! can i request singer!reader winning a grammy and ofc she takes drew as her plus one. and the internet goes wild!!! watching them interact with eachother :))

grammy award winner ⎯ DREW STARKEY!

authors note you must’ve read my mind cause when i got immediate inspo for singer!reader at the grammys. i love writing singer!reader.

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summary attending the grammys with four nominations, performing, and bringing your handsome, supportive boyfriend along with you.

warning(s) cursing and bunch of cuteness

The Grammy's. The day you've been waiting for since you were a little girl sitting on the couch with your family watching some of your favorite artists perform. Now, you're blessed to say you're attending the Grammys with four nominations.

You're allowed to bring a plus one. Drew, your boyfriend, will be coming along with you. You wanted to repay him for bringing you to his events and bring him to the Grammy's. Plus, he's been talking about it non stop.

"Okay, plan is to have you walk out on the carpet first, take a few pictures, then have Drew come out" Your manager, Alysa, explains before signaling you to walk out.

You nod in agreement, gently squeezing Drew's hand, looking up at him⎯he's already looking at you with so much love and devotion. "I'm so proud of you baby, you got this, take a few deep breaths" he reassures you.

"Thank you baby, I really needed that" you smile.

You start by briefly taking photos on the carpet. You gesture Drew over for a few photos as you turn around. He stands tall and to your right. His left arm is fastened around your waist, and his thumb is gently rubbing circles to keep you calm.

You two stole everyone's hearts with your complementary outfits—elegance and love manifested. Every time you two attend an occasion, your wardrobe always complements or matches that of the other person.

You let out a giggle and moved in his direction, clasping hands, before he twirled you around in a playful manner. The genuine joy and pure devotion that radiated between you two was captured by the incessantly clicking cameras. He kissed you quickly on the temple as you sat back next to him.

He whispered, "I love you," in a voice reserved for you.

Your eyes gleamed as you gazed up at him. "You have my ultimate love."

The paparazzi were getting loads of video and camera footage of your little interaction.

By the time you arrived at the arena, you were taken backstage to prepare to play two of your most popular songs from your latest album. You've been working with your dance team on geography and making sure everything is flawless. There's an outfit change that alters the whole vibe.

Drew and your manager were in your changing room before the show, seated in the front of the stage. He wished you luck before Drew and Alysa took to the floor where everyone else was.

Chase, his co star on Outer Banks, is here attending with his girlfriend, Kelsey. Drew mentioned prior to leaving the dressing room they were gonna catch up.

"Good luck out there, you're gonna kill it out there, I love you baby," he says, embracing you with a gentle yet loving hug that makes you feel protected.

"I love you handsome."

Once it came time to performing, you stood on top of the stairs when the lights were placed on you. The first few chords sounded out, and the audience burst into cheers. So many things running through your mind on stage⎯you got this.

As your final song ended, the audience erupted in applause, giving you a standing ovation. You turned to face Drew, and there he was—on his feet, applauding swiftly whistling with his fingers, pride on his face.

For the viewers at home watching got to whiteness Drew's reaction after the performance. The way he looked at you was filled with so much emotion, love, and excitement. They were going crazy on social media.

Then came the awards. Your category was up, and the excitement was evident. Drew's fingers intertwined with yours under the table, causing your heart to race.

Best Pop Vocal Album Category.

“And the Grammy goes to…" The entire arena was on their toes as the card was being open.

"Y/N Y/L/N!”

Gasps and shouts erupted around you, but your thoughts went blank for a second, incredulity sweeping over you before Drew gently pulled you up. "It's you, baby. "Go get your Grammy."

Your jaw fell, free hand on your chest, searching your surrounds, unable to think or feel what was going on. You've won your first Grammy.

He walked you up to the stage, his support unwavering. He brings himselve back the table⎯giving you your moment to shine on stage. This moment is about you.

Taking a shaky breath, you accepted the award, emotions thick in your throat. Finally glancing up from staring at the award in your hand, "This… This is unbelievable," you began, peering out into the crowd. "I've dreamt of this moment my whole life, and I wouldn't be here without my incredible team, my fans, and the people who've supported me through everything."

Drew's eyes caught your attention amid the crowd, filled with unshed tears and pride. "And to my partner in crime, Drew, thank you for always believing in me and being my rock. "This is ours."

Drew placed his hand over his heart and nodded, sending a silent 'I'm very proud of you' your way.

After giving thanks to winning your award, you were guided back stage that trailed towards the front of the stage where the tables were. Drew's eye's were already on you when he could see you in his eye of vision.

He gets out of his chair, adjusts his tie, walks towards you, "my girl won her award tonight," and wraps his arms around you.

Trying to hold back your tears, you acknowledge in a hushed tone, "I fucking love you so much, and I love having you by my side throughout this entire process."

"And I love you more than you know; I'll be here every step of the way," he says, gently swinging your bodies side to side. The height gap between you two is rather noticeable.

As the show continued, there were more performances that were unbelievably beautiful no one could take their eyes off the stage. More awards were given out from different categories. You ended up winning two more awards from Album of the Year and Best Pop Solo Performance.

There are no words to describe how honored you feel after tonight. Everyone has been discussing the idea of an after-party following the Grammy Awards. After that, you can celebrate and spend time with Drew.

Fans couldn’t get over the interview of you backstage after the show with Drew by your side. He couldn’t take his eyes off you the entire time as he smiled. You would put your right hand on his chest whenever you spoke about him.

fan33: can we please talk about the tears forming in drews eyes when y/n stood on stage?!? #boyfriendoftheyear

fan2: they fit each other so well I LOVE IT

fan7: this is what love looks like if y'all were wondering

fan22: alexa play that should be me 😔

fan10: DREW GET ON THAT KNEE NOW 🫵

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[selfloverrrrrr]

hey bae , this is my first time making a req 😭🙏🏻 , so i was thinking about where y/n is a prisoner sent to an all male prison and geto/gojo is the chief security guard who works there. he is very attracted to y/n and at night he goes non con y/n

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Prisoner~

Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, Noncon, revenge, prisoner reader, chief secretary guard Gojo, physically and emotional abuse, biting, torture, size difference....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

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Y/n's POV

This shitty people can't even investigate a case properly. First they put me in for the time crime I never did and now they're moving me to another jail?! The iron gates of Blackwood Prison creaked shut behind me, I found myself enveloped in a world dominated by rough faces and even rougher hands. I was the only woman among hundreds of convicts, a fact that made me stand out like a sore thumb.

The first few days were a blur of harsh fluorescent lights, cold meals, and the constant hum of male voices echoing through the concrete hallways. I kept my head down, learning the routines quickly - lights out at 10 PM sharp, wake-up call at 6 AM.

One evening, during dinner in the massive cafeteria, I felt eyes burning into my back. I turned slightly to see one of the guards standing against the wall. His name tag said 'Gojo'. He was tall, muscular, with an aura that demanded attention. His blue eyes seemed to follow my every movement.

As the days wore on, I started noticing Gojo everywhere. He seemed assigned to my wing more frequently than the other guards. Each time our paths crossed, his gaze lingered, a flicker of something - admiration? - passing through his steely expression before he quickly looked away.

One crisp autumn night, as the prison settled into uneasy quiet, I lay on my narrow bunk, straining to hear the faint scrape of metal against metal. Suddenly, my cell door clicked open. Gojo stood there, silhouetted against the dim hallway light, his muscular frame filling the doorway.

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft thud. His boots echoed on the cold floor as he approached my bunk. He didn't say a word, just reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me towards him.

"what are you doing?! why are you even here?!" I asked being shocked. Gojo smirked. His grip tightened. "Easy," he said softly, his voice low and urgent. "Thought you might need...company. It's tough being the only woman here"

"what do you mean?" I asked."You know exactly what I mean," he whispered, his face inches from mine. His hand moved to my waist possessively. "Being surrounded by all these hungry eyes...you must be tired of the constant stares, the unwanted attention." He paused, his thumb tracing circles on my hipbone. "I could..."

"I could make them all disappear," Gojo murmured, leaning in closer. His breath was warm against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "You'd be mine, and only mine. No one else would dare to look at you, let alone touch you." He desperately whispered in my ear.

"y-you should go" I said. "Should I?" Gojo chuckled. And I didn't notice when his fingers start to unbuckle my belt. "You really want me to leave you here all alone, with those little shits inmate dreaming about getting their hands on you?" He paused, his hands pausing at the button of my pants.

"w-what are you doing w-wai-" I finally realised but Gojo cut me off with a firm kiss, his lips crashing against mine. He pinned me against the bunk, his hands roaming over my body as he effortlessly pushed my pants down. I was about to protest when "Shh," he murmured against my lips. "Just let me take care of you tonight."

"N-No....leave or I'll tell the other officers" I said. Gojo pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire. "Go ahead," he said confidently, his hand sliding into my underwear. "Who do you think they'll believe? The quiet little prisoner or the chief security guard?" He started to caress me slowly.

And I couldn't reply. I was silent. "Exactly," Gojo whispered, his fingers exploring further as he hooked his legs around mine to keep me from kicking him off. "Now, be a good girl and stay quiet," he warned, his other hand reaching up to cover my mouth. "Or I'll have to gag you..."

"please leave me I don't want this." I begged. Gojo's smirk widened. "Too good for a criminal's touch?" He pulled his hands away suddenly, his voice harsh. "Maybe I should make you scream instead. Give the guys out there what they've all been dreaming of." He unbuckled his belt threateningly. "Answer me honestly - do you want this or not?"

"I don't.... P-Please" I said. His expression softened slightly at the plea, but his hand remained on his belt. "You're making the wrong choice," he said softly, leaning in close. "You don't know those men they're ready to get their hands on you any time they want. Just for pleasure" His fingers traced my neck possessively. "I don't want you just for pleasure.... I want you permanently....all mine" he whispered.

Fear grabbed me by my neck. I couldn't even think anything when suddenly he kissed me again. He deepened the kiss forcefully, his tongue invading my mouth as he pressed his body against mine. His hands released my wrists to roam my body again, gripping and squeezing roughly. He only broke the kiss to start unbuttoning his shirt with one hand, the other still holding my head in place.

he took off his shirt and threw it on the floor. Gojo leaned down to capture my mouth again, his bare chest pressing against mine as he pinned me beneath him. His calloused hands explored my body roughly, leaving red marks in their wake. He broke the kiss again to nip and suck at my neck, marking me possessively.

Then he tore off my shirt. I wasn't wearing any bra. "You're fucking hotttt," he muttered, eyes darkening as he took in my exposed body. His rough hands traced my curves before moving to my breasts, squeezing and kneading. He lowered his head to capture one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while his fingers pinched the other.

"P-Please stop" I begged. "Too late for that," Gojo muttered, releasing my nipple with a pop. He raised his head to look at me, taking in my scared expression and half-naked body. He grabbed my pants and pulled it down with my panties. "Spread your legs," he ordered softly, his voice lower than before.

I didn't do anything. I was too scared. Gojo growled in frustration as I refused to comply. His eyes narrowed dangerously. "I said, spread your fucking legs," he repeated, more forcefully this time. With lightning speed, he grabbed both my thighs and forcibly pushed them apart, settling himself between them.

I cried out. He unbuckled his belt and pants with one hand, kicking them off his legs. He was left in just his boxers, the bulge prominent. He hooked his arms under my knees, pulling my legs up and back, exposing me completely.

Gojo shoved his boxers down, freeing his rigid cock. Without hesitation, he thrust forward, brutally piercing into my pussy. He groaned loudly, not caring if the entire jail heard my screams. "Fuck, so tight..." he grunted, starting to pump into me violently.

Gojo reached between my legs to rub my clit roughly, the stimulation making my cries even more desperate. He fucked me mercilessly, his cock pounding into my pussy like a jackhammer.I was through my legs with pain and begging him to stop. And he liked it so much. His thrust became harder and harder.

I clenched around him tightly and he moaned loudly " ughhhhhh....ahhh s-so...ahhhh....so f-fucking tight " he started rubbing my clit with his thumb and I bite his shoulder scratched his back to control myself. With a few more thrust I came. He was still thrusting roughly. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. I tried to push him away with all of my strength." Ughh...no no no no...ahhhhhh... I don't want this ..." I moaned. Suddenly I felt his teeth gazing at my neck. "No no no d-don't please don't Mark me please " I cried out. He just ignored my please and bite my neck harshly. I dig my nails more deeper into his back as he Marked me. He continued thrusting. Within a minute he came inside me I could feel his seed inside me. He pulled out. He was panting.

He sits on the floor. The sound of his panting filled the room. Suddenly he started laughing. "I've heard you're in jail for a crime you didn't even. And you also don't have any family to help you.... and also I've heard that you are going out of jail this year. Don't worry darling, I know how to make you permanently MINE" He said darkly.

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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ PROMISE ⋆

Synopsis -> all those waiting for 5 years in vain. Hearing her name doesn’t make you go all fluterry and flustered anymore, instead it makes you growl in hatred

Pairing -> non-idol!giselle x non-idol!f!reader

Genre -> angst, lovers to strangers (?)

Warnings -> angst,3.6k WC, Karina is being mentioned, yelling, Karina is just a sweet caring boss, hurt hurt hurt, lmk if I missed anything that wasn’t mentioned

A/N -> boomshakala another angst 🤓 wanted to post this story before I start the first chapter of the series, ALSOOOOO if you want a continuation please lmk or if you have continuation ideas lmk🥹, was lit listening to “slow dancing in the dark” by Joji and it would lowk go well with this imagine buh I got that planned for another one 😌😉

You stared blankly at the small, velvet box on your dresser, the engagement ring Aeri had given you before she left gleaming in the dim light of your room. It had been months since she'd departed, leaving you with a promise to return and a heart full of longing.

You remembered the day she left like it was yesterday. You had stood in the airport, clinging to each other as tears streamed down your faces. Aeri had whispered promises in your ear, vows to return to you as soon as she could. And you had sworn to wait for her, to never leave her side once she came back.

But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, you couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that had settled in your chest. You had tried to stay busy, to distract yourself from the ache of Aeri's absence, but nothing seemed to fill the void.

You opened the box, running your thumb over the intricate design of the ring. It was a symbol of Aeri's love for you, a promise of the future you were meant to share. But as you gazed at the ring, you couldn't help but wonder if that future was still within reach.

The years had dragged on, each one a painful reminder of Aeri's absence. Your friends had tried to intervene, setting you up on blind dates and attempting to coax you back into the world of the living. But you had refused to budge, your heart still stubbornly holding onto the hope that Aeri would one day return to you.

Your parents had grown tired of your moping, their patience wearing thin as the months turned into years. They had urged you to move on, to find someone new and leave the past behind. But you couldn't bring yourself to do it. The thought of loving someone else, of replacing Aeri in your heart, was unthinkable.

So, in a desperate bid to escape the suffocating weight of your hometown's expectations, you had made the decision to leave. You packed up your belongings and moved to a new city, one where no one knew your name or your story. It was a fresh start, a chance to begin anew and leave the pain of your past behind.

But as you stood in your new apartment, surrounded by unfamiliar walls and the echoes of silence, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were still waiting. Waiting for Aeri, waiting for the day when she would finally return to you. And as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, you wondered if you would ever be able to move on.

As you settled into your new life, you were determined to start fresh and leave your past heartaches behind. Getting a job was the first step, and you were thrilled to land a position as a secretary for the CEO of a large and prestigious company. Your new boss, Ms. Yu, was everything you had hoped for and more. She was kind, compassionate, and genuinely cared about the well-being of her employees.

From the moment you started working for Ms. Yu, you were struck by her warm and approachable demeanor. She took a genuine interest in getting to know you, asking about your background and your goals. She made sure you felt welcome and supported, and you found yourself looking forward to coming to work each day.

As you worked alongside Ms. Yu, you began to notice the way she interacted with the other employees. She was always available to listen, offering words of encouragement and guidance whenever needed. She fostered a sense of community and camaraderie within the office, making everyone feel valued and appreciated.

Despite the demands of her high-powered position, Ms. Yu remained humble and kind, never once making you feel intimidated or afraid to approach her. You found yourself feeling grateful to work for someone like her, and you couldn't help but wonder what her story was. What had shaped her into the compassionate and empathetic leader she was today?

You nodded attentively as Ms. Yu briefed you on the meeting, taking mental notes of the details. You had worked with her on numerous occasions, but this meeting seemed particularly significant. The fact that she needed you by her side suggested that the stakes were high, and you were determined to provide her with the support she needed.

As you arrived at the five-star restaurant, you couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. The opulent decor and impeccable service were a testament to the establishment's luxurious reputation. You smoothed out your dress, making sure you looked professional and composed, before following Ms. Yu to the private dining room where the meeting was to take place.

You stood beside Ms. Yu, sipping your glass of water as you waited for the important client to arrive. The private dining room was elegantly decorated, with soft music playing in the background. You checked your watch for what felt like the hundredth time, wondering when the client would show up.

Just as you were starting to get impatient, the door swung open and a figure stepped inside. Your heart skipped a beat as you locked eyes with the person, a face you never thought you'd see again. Your mind went blank, and you felt like you'd been punched in the gut.

The person's eyes met yours, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. You could feel the air thickening with tension, and your heart racing with anticipation. And then, your gaze drifted to the person standing beside them, and your world came crashing down...

You felt like you'd been hit by a ton of bricks. Mrs. Uchinaga? Married? The words echoed in your mind, refusing to sink in. You couldn't believe that the Aeri you once knew, the Aeri you had given your heart to, was now standing in front of you, married to someone else.

You tried to maintain a professional demeanor, but it was a struggle. Your eyes kept drifting back to Aeri, taking in the subtle changes in her appearance. She looked older, wiser, and yet, her eyes still sparkled with the same mischievous glint you remembered.

The woman beside her, her wife, seemed kind and gentle, with a warm smile that put you at ease. But you couldn't help feeling a pang of jealousy, of resentment, towards this stranger who had taken Aeri's heart.

As Ms. Yu began to discuss the details of the meeting, you found yourself zoning out, your mind consumed by thoughts of Aeri and what could have been. You felt like you were stuck in a nightmare, unable to wake up from the pain and heartache that threatened to overwhelm you.

As the meeting drew to a close, you couldn't help but feel like you were in a daze. You had barely spoken a word, content to let Ms. Yu handle the negotiations while you struggled to process your emotions. Aeri's presence had thrown you off balance, and you couldn't understand why you were still feeling this way after all these years.

You caught Aeri's eye once, and for a fleeting moment, you thought you saw a glimmer of recognition, of understanding. It was as if she knew exactly what you were thinking, exactly how you were feeling. And then, just as quickly, the moment was gone, leaving you wondering if you had imagined it altogether.

But you didn't imagine the look of guilt and regret that crossed Aeri's face. It was a fleeting expression, one that she quickly masked with a neutral smile. But you saw it, and it left you feeling even more confused and unsettled. What did it mean? Was Aeri regretting her decision to leave you all those years ago? And if so, why was she here now, married to someone else?

You felt a flush rise to your cheeks as Ms. Yu's hand rested on yours. It was a gentle, comforting gesture, but it caught you off guard. You nodded hastily, trying to play it cool, and assured her that everything was fine.

"Hey, is everything okay?" Ms. Yu asked, her voice low and concerned. She leaned in closer, her eyes scanning your face for any signs of distress.

You nodded again, trying to reassure her. "Yeah, everything's fine, Ms. Yu. Just a bit...distracted, that's all."

Ms. Yu's expression softened, and she gave your hand a gentle squeeze. "If anything's bugging you, I'm right here, okay? You can always talk to me."

You smiled weakly, feeling a bit flustered by her concern. "Thanks, Ms. Yu. I appreciate it."

Ms. Yu's hand lingered on yours for a moment before she turned her attention back to Aeri and her wife. You took a deep breath and tried to compose yourself, but your mind was still reeling from the shock of seeing Aeri again.

As the meeting drew to a close, Aeri's wife stood up, smiling politely. "It was lovely meeting you, Ms. Yu. And...Y/N," she added, her eyes flicking to you with a hint of curiosity.

Aeri stood up as well, her eyes locking onto yours for a brief moment. You felt a jolt of electricity run through your body, and you quickly looked away, trying to break the spell.

Ms. Yu smiled warmly, standing up to shake hands with Aeri's wife. "The pleasure was mine. I'll have my assistant send over the contract details by the end of the day."

As the two women exchanged pleasantries, you couldn't help but steal glances at Aeri. She seemed...different, somehow. More poised, more confident. But there was still something in her eyes, something that hinted at a deeper emotion.

You felt a pang of curiosity, wondering what had brought Aeri to this point. What had she been doing all these years? And what was the story behind her marriage to this woman?

As the meeting drew to a close, Aeri's eyes locked onto yours, and she spoke up, her voice low and husky. "Y/N, I'd like to talk to you privately."

The word "privately" was emphasized, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. Ms. Yu looked at you hesitantly, seeming to weigh her options. After a moment, she nodded. "Alright, I'll wait for you in the car. Take your time."

You nodded, feeling a sense of trepidation. What did Aeri want to talk to you about? You stood up, smoothing out your dress, and followed Aeri out of the private dining room.

She led you to a more secluded area outside of the restaurant, a small garden surrounded by tall trees and vibrant flowers. The sound of gentle chirping and soft rustling of leaves filled the air, creating a sense of tranquility.

Aeri stopped in front of a small fountain, her back to you. You could see the tension in her shoulders, the stiffness in her posture. You felt a pang of curiosity, wondering what was going through her mind.

"Aeri?" you said softly, breaking the silence.

She turned around, her eyes locking onto yours. For a moment, you just stared at each other, the air thick with unspoken emotions.

"I'm sorry," Aeri said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so sorry for what happened between us."

You felt a lump form in your throat as you looked at her. You had waited so long to hear those words, to hear her acknowledge the pain she had caused you.

"Why did you leave?" you asked, your voice shaking slightly.

Aeri took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving yours. "I was scared, Y/N. I was scared of my feelings, of what they meant. I didn't know how to process them, how to deal with them. So I ran."

You felt a pang of sadness, of regret. You had loved her so much, and she had thrown it all away.

"Why are you married?" you asked, the question tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop it.

Aeri's eyes dropped, and she took a deep breath before answering. "I thought it was what I wanted, what I needed. But the truth is, Y/N, I've never stopped loving you. I've never stopped thinking about you."

You felt like you'd been punched in the gut. Aeri still loved you? But what about her wife? What about the life she had built without you?

You felt a surge of anger and hurt as you confronted Aeri. "So all those years of waiting were for nothing?" you asked, your voice rising in indignation. "Five years of my life, wasted on waiting for you, and it was all for nothing?"

Aeri tried to interrupt, but you cut her off, your emotions pouring out of you like a dam breaking. "Y/N, please—"

"No, Aeri, you listen to me!" you exclaimed, your voice growing louder. "Do you have any idea how long you've made me wait? Thinking that you'd come back to me, that you'd make good on your promises? My friends tried to set me up on blind dates, but I refused, because I was holding out for you. My parents scolded me for moping around the house, telling me to move on, but I said no, I'm waiting for Aeri. And all this time, you were out here living your life with someone else?"

You felt a lump form in your throat as you thought about all the years you'd wasted, all the opportunities you'd missed, all because of Aeri's broken promises. "I moved out of my hometown because the stares of pity were too much to bear," you continued, your voice cracking with emotion. "I couldn't take the constant reminders of what I'd lost, of what you'd taken from me. And now, you're standing here, telling me that you still love me? After all these years? After everything you've put me through?"

Aeri's face went pale, and she took a step back, as if she'd been physically struck. She knew she was wrong, that she'd hurt you deeply, and that there was no excuse for her behavior. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She just stood there, frozen in silence, as you poured out your heart to her.

The sound of your own voice, loud and angry, was like a slap in the face, shocking you out of your emotions. You took a deep breath, trying to calm down, but your heart was still racing, your mind still reeling with the implications of Aeri's words.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Aeri spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper. "Y/N, I...I don't know what to say. I was wrong to leave you like that, to make you wait for so long. I'm so sorry for the pain I've caused you."

You looked at her, searching for answers, but all you saw was regret and sorrow etched on her face. You didn't know what to say, either. A part of you wanted to forgive her, to take her back, but another part of you was screaming to run away, to leave her and her broken promises behind.

You stood there, your face buried in your palms, as the weight of your emotions threatened to overwhelm you. You had forgiven Aeri, but the pain and hurt she had caused you still lingered, a constant reminder of what could never be forgotten.

"I've forgiven you," you murmured, your voice barely audible. "But it's not something I can forget that easily."

Aeri took a step closer, her eyes filled with a deep sadness, but you immediately backed away, your hands still covering your face. You couldn't bear the thought of her touching you, of her trying to comfort you. It was too much, too soon.

You slowly lowered your hands, your eyes locking onto Aeri's face. You stared at her, your expression almost expressionless, as if you were trying to mask the turmoil that was brewing inside you.

"I need to go," you said finally, your voice firm but quiet.

Aeri nodded, her eyes never leaving yours. "Okay," she said softly. "I understand."

You turned and walked away, leaving Aeri standing alone in the garden. You could feel her eyes on you, watching you, but you didn't look back. You couldn't.

As you walked towards the parking lot, you could feel the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You had thought that confronting Aeri would bring you closure, but now you realized that it had only opened up old wounds.

You spotted Ms. Yu's car in the distance and quickened your pace, eager to escape the emotions that were threatening to overwhelm you. As you reached the car, Ms. Yu looked up at you with concern etched on her face.

"Y/N, are you okay?" she asked softly.

You nodded, trying to compose yourself. "Yeah, I'm fine," you lied.

Ms. Yu looked at you skeptically, but she didn't push the issue. Instead, she started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, leaving Aeri and the past behind.

As you sat in the car, staring out the window, you couldn't help but wonder what the future held. Would you be able to move on from Aeri, or would the memories of what could have been continue to haunt you? Only time would tell.

As you sat in the car, your mind began to wander, replaying the previous encounter with Aeri over and over again. You were oblivious to Ms. Yu's concerned gaze, too caught up in your own thoughts to notice her watching you.

The car ride seemed to pass in a blur, with you zoning out and losing all sense of time. You didn't even notice when the car pulled up to your front door, it wasn't until Ms. Yu spoke up that you snapped back to reality.

"We're here," she said softly, her voice gentle.

You looked up, feeling a bit disoriented, and saw that you were indeed parked outside your apartment building. You thanked Ms. Yu, feeling a bit embarrassed for zoning out on her, and stepped out of the car.

As you walked into your apartment, you felt a sense of relief wash over you. You were finally alone, free to process your thoughts and emotions without anyone watching. You freshened up, washing your face and changing into something comfortable, before collapsing onto your bed.

You plugged in your headphones and put on some music, letting the familiar melodies wash over you. You stared up at the ceiling, feeling a sense of numbness wash over you.

As the music played on, you found yourself getting lost in thought. You couldn't stop thinking about Aeri, about the way she had looked at you, about the things she had said. You couldn't help but wonder what could have been, what would have happened if she had stayed.

The music seemed to fade into the background as your thoughts consumed you. You felt like you were drowning in a sea of emotions, unable to escape the tidal wave of feelings that threatened to overwhelm you.

As the hours passed, you remained frozen in place, lost in your own thoughts and emotions. The music played on, a constant companion in your solitude, but you barely even noticed it. You were too caught up in your own world, too lost in the memories of what could have been.

As the hours passed, you slowly began to feel the weight of your emotions lifting. The music had changed, shifting from a melancholy tune to a softer, more calming melody. You felt your eyelids growing heavy, and before you knew it, you had drifted off to sleep.

When you woke up, the room was dark, the only light coming from the moon outside your window. You rubbed your eyes, feeling a sense of grogginess wash over you. As you sat up, you realized that the music had stopped, and the room was quiet.

You looked around, taking in the familiar surroundings of your apartment. It was a reminder that life went on, that even though Aeri was back in your life, you had moved on. You had built a new life, one that didn't revolve around her.

As you swung your legs over the side of the bed, you felt a sense of determination wash over you. You knew that you couldn't change the past, but you could control the future. You could choose to move on, to leave the memories of Aeri behind.

You stood up, feeling a sense of resolve wash over you. You walked over to the window, looking out at the city below. The lights twinkled like stars, a reminder of the possibilities that lay ahead.

You took a deep breath, feeling a sense of closure wash over you. You knew that you would always carry a piece of Aeri with you, but you also knew that you were ready to move on.

As you turned away from the window, you felt a sense of peace settle over you. You knew that you would be okay, that you would find happiness again. And with that thought, you smiled, knowing that you were ready to start a new chapter in your life.

[billiesbabygirleilish]

Island Heat

an: is this what you wanted anon??? i did red roots billie bc i’m mentally still in that era. also ik billie is bi but i couldn’t find a way to make the words flow sooo she’s lesbian today :)

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.*.*•┈••✦★✿ »•» ~~💙~~ «•« ✿★✦••┈•.*.* The glaring Malibu sun beat down on the Love Island villa, the kind of heat that made your skin slick under the barely-there fabrics the producers insisted on. You, Y/N, were sprawled on a daybed, pretending to listen to Liam drone on about his gym routine, when she walked in.

Billie Eilish.

You nearly choked. Knowing she was rumored to be a surprise contestant was one thing, seeing her saunter through the villa doors, all oversized tee and crimson red roots, was another. Her gaze swept across the gathered contestants, lingering a beat too long on you. Your stomach flipped.

The cameras went wild, the other contestants were buzzing, but all you could focus on was Billie. The energy radiating off her was tangible, a magnetic pull that had you instantly hooked. You caught her eye again, and she gave you a tiny, almost imperceptible smirk.

Liam’s voice faded into the background. This summer just got a whole lot more interesting.

As the days turned into nights, the Love Island formula began to unfold. Awkward dates, forced conversations, manufactured drama. But amidst the chaos, there was Billie. You found yourselves gravitating toward each other, drawn by an unspoken connection. You���d steal moments on the periphery, whispering jokes, dissecting the other contestants with a shared, cynical humor.

You learned she hated forced interactions as much as you did, that she preferred dogs to cats, and that her favorite color was blue. You learned her laugh was a low rumble that vibrated straight to your core.

One night, after a particularly grueling challenge involving whipped cream and questionable kissing, Billie pulled you aside as everyone else went inside. “Wanna go to the hideaway suite?” she murmured, her voice husky.

Your heart hammered against your ribs. The hideaway. The infamous “Love Room,” where couples were sent for "private time.” You swallowed hard. "Are you serious?"

She nodded, her eyes dark and challenging. "Thought we could use a break from the cameras, and the… drama."

The producers, predictably, were thrilled. They ushered you both to the hideaway with a chorus of knowing winks and suggestive comments. You tried to ignore them, your focus solely on the nervous flutter in your stomach and the anticipation that hummed in the air between you and Billie. The hideaway was predictably cheesy – rose petals scattered everywhere, a heart-shaped jacuzzi. But as soon as the door clicked shut behind you, all the artifice melted away.

Billie turned to you, her gaze intense. "So," she said, a playful edge to her voice. "What do we do now?"

You closed the distance between you, your hands reaching up to cup her face. "I have a few ideas," you whispered, before pressing your lips to hers.

The kiss was electric. It started slow, tentative at first, then quickly escalated into something deeper, hungrier. You tangled your fingers in her hair, pulling her closer, feeling the heat of her body against yours.

You broke apart, breathless. Billie's eyes were dilated, her lips slightly swollen. "Damn," she breathed.

You pulled the duvet up, creating a curtain of privacy, a small shield from the ever-present cameras. You could hear the muffled sounds of the villa – laughter, chatter, the clinking of glasses. But in this small, draped space, it was just you and Billie.

She kissed you again, deeper this time, her tongue tracing the seam of your lips. You moaned softly, your hands sliding down to cup her ass, feeling the firm curve beneath the fabric of her shorts.

Billie moved her hand beneath the duvet, her fingers finding your thigh. She squeezed gently before slowly sliding them upwards, inching towards your center. You gasped, arching into her touch.

Her fingers danced against your clit, teasing and circling, sending shivers of pleasure through your body. You whimpered, your grip tightening on her hair. "Billie," you breathed, your voice thick with desire. "Oh god..."

She continued to pleasure you with her fingers, each stroke sending you closer to the edge. You gripped the duvet, your body trembling as you rode the wave of sensation. You cried out, clutching at her hand, as you reached the peak, your body convulsing with release.

As you slowly came down, Billie leaned in, her breath warm against your ear. "You feel so good," she murmured.

Later, wrapped in each other’s arms, you both fell asleep, exhausted but content.

The next morning, the villa was in an uproar. The cameras had caught enough to suggest something had happened in the hideaway, and the other contestants were buzzing with speculation. But nothing could have prepared you for the reaction back home.

Soon enough, the internet exploded and the world was being told by television channels that Billie Eilish was a lesbian. Your mom FaceTimed you from her couch, her eyes wide with excitement. "Y/N! Honey! You and Billie Eilish? On national television?"

Your dad, usually stoic, was grinning from ear to ear. "Your Aunt Carol is losing her mind! She's been a Billie fan for years!"

Your little sister sent you a string of frantic texts, filled with heart-eye emojis and demands for insider information.

Even Maggie and Patrick, Billie's parents, caught wind of the commotion and sent you both supportive texts. They didn't say much aside from "We hope you both have fun!" and "Don't let the cameras get to you!".

The online reaction was a mixed bag, of course. There were the expected cries of outrage, the homophobic slurs, the accusations of "doing it for the cameras." But overwhelmingly, the response was positive. People were thrilled to see Billie, an icon of individuality, find a connection with someone as real as you seemed to be.

Back in the villa, the manufactured drama of Love Island felt even more absurd. You and Billie had found something genuine, something real, amidst the fake tans and forced conversations. And you knew, regardless of how the show ended, that this connection was something worth holding onto, long after the cameras stopped rolling.

[beelanddiavolosimp-blog]

The brothers take MC to a kink club

*NSFW obviously*

Lucifer

He was only going because MC had asked him to. He also feels he would keep you the most safe there so he didn't think twice. He stay close to your side when there and once he started getting into the flow of everything he ended up basically showing you off. Stating you could use almost all the toys set out with ease since he uses a lot of them on you. Or that you can take some pain because he likes to be rough. Just him feeding into his pride and indulging in you his two favorite activities.

Mammon

You asked him and he was reluctant at first. Since he parties with asmos often he has seen and been around those types of things often. He isn't grossed out or anything just finds some stuff extreme. He caved since you really only need to ask twice for him. He never let you out of his sight and had a pretty red hue that deepened the more as time progressed. He was often taking notes of things to do to you when walking around the club.

Levi

You basically tricked him by getting him to even enter such a place. He thought it was something anime related and once those doors shut and he saw someone being spanked he realized this was not for anime. He clung to you in fear instead of protectiveness alike his older brothers. He did however get a little excited when you whispered to him about the things you were planning on doing to him once you two were done.

Satan

He went because asmos couldn't attend with you. He was there more so for your safety he says but he was curious. He has read a lot about kinks and such but never saw it in person. He kinda was taking mental notes not being a good bodyguard because he would stand and admire something happening or an item. You often times had to find and drag him around with you. He did however stall a little longer on a pet play scenario. You attempted to drag him away when he suddenly stated "I think about you that way" and you suddenly stall and your face flushed a deep red.

Asmos

He takes you to these things for fun or for inspiration if you two were experimenting with stuff. He often times joins in just for a little as you watch or he sometimes gets you to join as well. He somehow makes it a fun time instead of only freaky. It's still highly sexual but still.

Beel

He went alike Satan as a bodyguard for you. He did protect you well from people who wanted you to join in a lot of different things. He if you agreed would stay and watch with a red face and hard on. He wouldn't do anything but admire you. After you two exited he suddenly asked if you'd be willing to do such things for him. Why would you ever deny?

Belphie

He went for shits and giggles at first. But once inside he didn't find it as funny. He watched as you interacted with things and took notes about you. When you asked him his opinion on something he purposely teased you by placing you in the sub position as he spoke. He ended up enjoying teasing the hell out of you throughout most of it.

[arxiwon]

More Than Just a Birthday | yjw

Since it's Jungwon birthday I make a cute and fluffy college AU where he's your loving boyfriend, and you plan a special surprise for him <3

Synopsis:

As Jungwon's birthday approaches, you go all out to prepare a surprise celebration—secretly gathering his closest friends, decorating his favorite café, and even baking a cake despite your questionable baking skills. The only problem? Jungwon, being the observant boyfriend he is, starts getting suspicious of your odd behavior. Convinced you're hiding something, he hilariously misinterprets the situation, thinking you're avoiding him for some unknown reason. But when the surprise is finally revealed, he's left speechless—because, for once, someone put him first.

The first rule of surprising Yang Jungwon: don’t act suspicious.

And yet, you were failing miserably at it.

For the past three days, you had been sneaking around campus, whispering to his friends, and sending cryptic texts that you refused to let him see. You were supposed to be his sweet, doting girlfriend—the one who always greeted him with a smile, who clung onto his arm when he walked you to class, who stole sips of his iced americano even though you claimed to hate coffee. But now? Now you were a whole different person.

You were avoiding his gaze. You were shoving your phone into your pocket whenever he got too close. You even bailed on your usual lunch dates, citing flimsy excuses about “study group meetings” that mysteriously didn’t exist.

At first, Jungwon didn’t think much of it. He knew how busy college could get. But by the third day, as he sat across from you in the library, watching you fidget with your pen and glance at your phone for the hundredth time, he couldn't ignore it anymore.

“Okay, what’s going on?”

You blinked. “Huh?”

“You’re acting weird.”

You forced a laugh, a little too high-pitched to be natural. “No, I’m not!”

Jungwon narrowed his eyes. “Yes, you are.”

He wasn’t the type to overthink things, but the way you had been treating him lately… it felt off. Was he annoying you? Did he do something wrong? He replayed every interaction in his head, searching for any mistakes, but nothing came to mind. Maybe you were just stressed, but you always talked to him about those things. This time, you were keeping something from him.

And he hated it.

Before he could press further, your phone buzzed, and you practically lunged for it. “I—uh, I have to go! My study group is waiting,” you blurted out, stuffing your books into your bag in record time. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

You kissed his cheek—quick, fleeting, barely there—and rushed off before he could get another word in.

Jungwon sat frozen in his seat, hand absentmindedly touching the spot where your lips had been. He wasn’t sure if he should feel relieved or more concerned. One thing was certain, though: something was definitely up, and he was going to find out what.

The day of Jungwon’s birthday arrived with him feeling both excited and anxious. He hadn’t mentioned it, waiting to see if you would bring it up first, but as the hours passed and there was no mention of “Happy birthday, Won!” from you, his stomach twisted uncomfortably.

By the time evening rolled around, he was convinced. You had forgotten.

Dragging his feet back to his dorm, he tried not to sulk. Maybe he was being childish. Maybe birthdays weren’t a big deal to you. But still… you were his girlfriend. If anyone should remember, it should be you, right?

Just as he was about to open his door, his phone pinged.

Y/N: “Hey, can you come to the café near campus? I need to talk to you.”

Jungwon stared at the message, his heart sinking further. This was it. You were going to break up with him, weren’t you? You’d been distant all week, avoiding him, making excuses… it all made sense now.

Bracing himself for the worst, he trudged to the café, mentally preparing for whatever speech you had prepared.

The moment he stepped inside, however, he was met with darkness.

Then—

“Surprise!!”

The lights flickered on, and Jungwon nearly stumbled backward. The café was filled with familiar faces—his friends, his classmates, even some of his professors. The entire place was decorated with fairy lights and banners that read Happy Birthday, Jungwon! in big, bold letters. There was a cake sitting on the counter (a slightly lopsided one, but still charming), and standing in the middle of it all was you, grinning from ear to ear.

Jungwon blinked. Then again. Then again.

“You—what—”

Before he could gather his thoughts, you ran up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck in a tight hug. “Happy birthday, my love,” you whispered against his ear.

Jungwon exhaled, his hands finding your waist as he held you close. “You planned all of this?”

You pulled back, a mischievous glint in your eyes. “Of course. Why do you think I’ve been acting so weird?”

Jungwon let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. “I thought you were avoiding me,” he admitted, feeling a bit ridiculous now.

Your eyes softened. “I could never.” You cupped his cheeks, thumb brushing over his skin. “I just wanted to make today special for you.”

And just like that, all the doubts, all the anxiety from before melted away. Jungwon leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours. “You’re the best,” he murmured, a smile tugging at his lips.

You grinned. “I know.”

The rest of the night was filled with laughter, cake, and endless teasing about how dramatic Jungwon had been. But he didn’t care. Because at the end of the day, he was surrounded by people who loved him—and most importantly, by the one person who loved him the most.

And that was the best birthday gift he could ever ask for.

(+) If u have any req. Feel free to tell me okey 🥰

[reveriebae]

Tidal wave

pairing(s) : Park Seonghwa x reader

word count : 2124

summary : Seonghwa finds you struggling with desire and offers to help. What starts as a moment of relief turns into an intense and emotional encounter, leaving both of you tangled in a complicated new dynamic.

genre : smut

warning(s) : sexual frustration (reader), fingering, slight edging, unprotected sex. Let me know if I missed anything!

part of Songfic

Minors do not interact, 21+ only!!

🪐smut under the cut 🪐

It was a quiet evening when Seonghwa returned to the apartment, his shoulders tense from a long day at work. He barely heard the door close behind him before he heard it—the soft, desperate sound coming from your room.

A muffled sigh. A sharp inhale. It was unmistakable.

Seonghwa’s heart skipped a beat. His steps faltered as he stood in the hallway, listening to you. The noise was subtle, but there was no mistaking the desperation in your breath, the way it hitched as if you were trying to hold it back.

His lips parted, his mind racing. What was happening in there?

He couldn’t help it—he stepped closer to your door, just a few inches from it, before stopping himself. His mind screamed at him to turn around, to walk away and leave you in your private moment, but the curiosity gnawed at him. He leaned in, pressing his ear against the wood, hearing your voice this time—soft but unmistakably strained.

“I… I need release, but it’s hard,” you murmured, the words laced with frustration and need.

Seonghwa froze. The air in the hallway seemed to thicken, pressing in around him. His hand trembled, but not from fear—no, it was something else entirely.

She needs help.

He bit his lip, forcing himself to take a step back. He couldn’t just barge in—couldn’t make this worse. But the thought of you, alone in your room, struggling with something so intimate, sent a thrill down his spine that he couldn’t ignore.

Your voice broke through the haze of his thoughts.

“I can’t do it… not like this.”

Seonghwa couldn’t stop himself. He knocked on your door, his knuckles tapping lightly against the wood, his pulse pounding in his ears. He waited, heart hammering in his chest.

A pause, then a soft, almost defeated “Come in.”

He opened the door slowly, his gaze meeting yours. You were sitting on your bed, your legs crossed, your hands clenched tightly in your lap as if you were holding onto whatever shred of control you had left. Your eyes widened when you saw him, a flush creeping up your neck.

Seonghwa’s gaze swept over you, your flushed cheeks, your disheveled hair, and the way you looked so vulnerable in that moment, and something inside him snapped.

“I heard you,” he said, his voice rougher than usual.

You swallowed, your throat bobbing nervously. “I… I didn’t mean for you to hear that.”

Seonghwa’s eyes darkened, his lips curling into a small, knowing smile. “It’s okay,” he said, his tone low, almost soothing. He stepped closer to you, his presence filling the room in an instant. “I think I can help.”

You looked up at him, uncertainty in your eyes, but there was a flicker of something else there—something deep and desperate. You didn’t say anything at first, just hesitated, as if weighing the decision.

“Seonghwa,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know if I can—”

But Seonghwa cut you off before you could finish, his hand reaching out to gently brush against your cheek, his fingers warm and steady. “You don’t have to do anything, sweetheart. Just let me help you,” he said, his voice tender, but there was a rawness to it that made your heart race.

You could feel the weight of his words, the heat in his gaze as he leaned in closer. He hovered just an inch from your face, the tension in the air thick, suffocating almost.

And then he whispered, so low that you barely heard it. “Let me give you the release you’re begging for.”

A shiver ran down your spine. His words were like a magnet, pulling you closer to him despite every hesitation, every doubt. You tried to gather the courage to say something—anything—but it caught in your throat, the need for him swallowing everything else.

Seonghwa leaned in, his lips brushing against yours just barely, teasing you with the promise of something more. You wanted to push him away, to pull back, but you couldn’t—your body was already betraying you, wanting what he was offering more than you ever realized.

“I’ll make it good for you,” he murmured, his voice thick with intent. “Trust me.”

The moment he kissed you, all rational thought left your mind. He took control with a fierceness that sent a shock straight to your core. His hands slid down your body, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips to claim you completely.

You moaned into his mouth, the sound raw and desperate, and his hands moved lower—so much lower—until you felt his fingers brushing against the heat between your legs.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” Seonghwa growled, his fingers teasing you through your clothes, his touch gentle but demanding all at once. “You didn’t have to suffer alone.”

You gasped, squirming beneath his touch, but he wouldn’t let you move away, his other hand gripping your wrist to keep you in place.

Let him help. Let him take you there.

With that, Seonghwa removed his hand just long enough to strip you of your clothing, leaving you bare and exposed before him. His gaze never left yours, his eyes dark with hunger as he took in the sight of you—vulnerable, desperate, his.

“I’m going to make you feel good,” he promised, his voice low, almost a growl. “I’ll make it all go away.”

You nodded, too overwhelmed to speak, but your body reacted before you could even process it. You wanted him—needed him—so badly.

Seonghwa didn’t waste another second. He moved between your legs, his breath coming out in shallow gasps as he finally touched you where you were aching most.

He knew exactly how to make you forget everything else.

Seonghwa didn’t waste another second. His fingers slid effortlessly between your thighs, his touch firm and steady as he traced the contours of your most sensitive spots. You gasped, your breath catching in your throat as his fingers glided over you with a calculated slowness that made you ache for more.

“Tell me what you need, sweetheart,” Seonghwa’s voice was rough, deep, almost a growl. “I want to hear you beg for it.”

You shuddered at his words. Something about the way he spoke to you—like you were his to claim—sent a thrill coursing through your veins. It was raw, intense, and you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“I need you,” you managed, your voice trembling as you shifted beneath him. You felt like you were drowning in the overwhelming mix of need and longing. “Please, Seonghwa… I can’t do this by myself.”

His eyes glinted with satisfaction as he finally slid his fingers inside you, the stretch of his digits making you gasp, your hands grasping the sheets beneath you for something to hold onto. He wasn’t gentle—he wasn’t going to let you off easy. The way he fucked his fingers into you was almost punishing, and yet it felt like everything you needed.

“Good girl,” Seonghwa praised, his lips curling into a wicked smile. “I’m going to make you feel things you can’t even handle.”

Your body arched instinctively, your legs trembling as he pushed deeper, faster. You could feel the heat pooling in your stomach, the pressure building with every thrust of his fingers, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m so fucking close,” you gasped, your breath coming out in shallow bursts as you rode the wave of pleasure he was giving you. “Please, Seonghwa, don’t stop…”

But instead of giving you exactly what you wanted, he pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you hanging—teetering on the edge of release. You whimpered in frustration, your hips instinctively thrusting up, trying to catch him again.

Seonghwa’s grip tightened on your hips, holding you in place. “You think I’m just going to let you come that easily?” he teased, his voice dripping with dominance. “You have to beg for it, sweetheart. You need to earn it.”

Your pulse raced, and you couldn’t help the way your body reacted to him—needy, desperate, wanting everything he could give you. You wanted to let go, to fall into that blissful release, but he wouldn’t let you. Not yet.

“Please,” you whispered again, your voice barely above a breath. “I can’t take it… I need you so bad, Seonghwa. Please make me come.”

There it was—the desperation in your voice. The way you gave yourself over to him completely.

Seonghwa’s expression softened just a little, the edge of his dominance shifting into something more tender, though the hunger in his eyes still burned. He slid back into you slowly, deliberately, and the shift in pace was maddening.

He let out a low groan as he fucked into you, the rhythm steady but relentless, driving you to the point of madness. Your legs tightened around him, your body jerking with each thrust, the tension building again until it was almost unbearable.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” Seonghwa breathed, his voice strained as he held your gaze. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be used by me like this?”

You could barely answer him through the haze of lust clouding your thoughts. Your entire world had narrowed to the feel of him inside you, the rhythm of his thrusts, and the overwhelming need to release.

“Tell me,” he demanded again, his voice dark, a wicked edge to it. “Say it. Say you want me to use you.”

“I want you to use me,” you gasped, your chest heaving as he pushed you closer to the edge. “I want you to make me come, Seonghwa. Please, please, please…”

That was all he needed. Seonghwa’s pace grew more frantic, more desperate, as he drove into you with abandon. His hand reached down to circle your clit, the added pressure sending you tumbling over the edge, your body convulsing beneath him as you finally shattered, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave, pulling him down with you.

He groaned your name, his own release spilling into you just as your body clenched around him. For a moment, everything stopped—time stood still as the world outside the bedroom disappeared entirely. It was just the two of you, tangled together in a mess of sweat, pleasure, and raw need.

But even as the last shudder of your orgasm wracked your body, the quiet aftershock left an ache in your chest. Because you knew—Seonghwa knew—you’d never be able to go back to the way things were.

There was no going back from this.

Seonghwa collapsed beside you, his breathing still ragged, the warmth of his body against yours a stark reminder of the intimacy you just shared. The silence that followed was heavy—charged with a quiet tension, the kind of tension that would never quite go away.

You could feel the weight of it on your chest as you lay there, both of you caught in the afterglow. But while your body was still trembling, he just… watched.

His hand brushed over your thigh, fingers gentle, almost absentminded, but his gaze never left your face. It was as if he was searching for something—an answer, a sign, anything to let him know this wasn’t just a one-time thing.

“You’re not leaving, are you?” he asked, his voice softer now, though the possessiveness still lingered beneath.

You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you turned your head to meet his gaze. The lingering warmth in your chest felt like a cruel reminder of how easy it was to get lost in him, in the things he made you feel. But you couldn’t let yourself forget what you had been before.

You rolled over, pulling the sheets up to cover your naked body, not sure how to respond. You felt the heat in your core still simmering, but there was also something deeper gnawing at you.

“I never wanted you to leave,” he murmured, his hand trailing up your arm, his fingers curling possessively around your wrist. “I just needed to know you’d stay.”

You didn’t say anything. What could you say? There was nothing more you could give him—nothing more he could take.

Seonghwa’s lips pressed to your forehead in a soft kiss, but you knew—this was a line crossed, and nothing would ever feel the same again. He wasn’t just your roommate anymore.

And somehow, you weren’t sure if you wanted to go back.

[lumdays]

please notice me, prince!! ♡

au by @alli-ily << i've been meaning to join this au for a little while now hehehe

*click for better quality LMAO,,, sorry i have no idea why it's so fucked up but i did transcript the important stuff down here if you want

sir? dame? siyun (aka azul's worst nightmare)

"though they are very capable, they're quite unpopular with nobles as they tend to disobey even direct orders if they figure that there is a more efficient way to do things. they're also a little too honest for high society's taste."

siyun hails from far away lands, practically another world (hehe nod to them being a yuu). it is known that they have two younger siblings and that their parents are both well but it seems that they are no longer in contact.

...ashengrotto despises them (they give him SO many headaches, FREE HIM 🙏🙏)

some more stuff utc,, ARGHHH I BRAINROT OVER AUS LIKE THIS SO FAST💔💔💔 it's the evil manhwa lover in me

ALRIGHT SOOO.... the reason why i keep mentioning azul is because In My Head (please correct me if i'm wrong/you don't want me making up stuff HELPPP i didn't know what to go off aside that there's a bunch of kingdoms and nobles), he was accused/is suspected of embezzlement and siyun was dispatched to monitor him.

...they might as well be the bane of his existence honestly. embezzlement is likely the one crime he has yet to commit but with a highly competent knight keeping a close eye on him, it's gotten a lot harder for him to do anything that is remotely not outstanding-member-of-society material, which pisses him off to no end (...that's kinda just his own assumptions though LMAO, siyun does NOT care that much about the matters of some rich merchant,, unless someone gets hurt that is).

ANYWAYS. this made me think i should probably write down how they feel about lady ariya and prince shin

starting with lady ariya

siyun truly admires her resolve to clear her family's name. but they also can't help but feel something akin pity for her, the path she chose for herself will be long and arduous, especially alone—very few manage to walk out, head held high and pride intact. still, she seems like a promising young lady and siyun is a hopeful person, "i will assist you should you ever call for me."

prince shin (@liyuviq)

humble beginnings, big responsibilities. it's a bit presumptuous, but siyun sort of relates to the illegitimate prince. perhaps not fully—they never experienced Suddenly Being A Royal and sincerely hoped they never would, even in another universe. however, they can relate to the whiplash, the struggle to cram into a few months—no, weeks—everything the other nobles learned over the years, the stares, the whispers... they remember how it all felt, and when they look at their highness shin, they can only hope that they will rise through it all. "then again, i do know i am not your highness. perhaps you don't feel even a fraction of the dread that filled me back then—i would be very glad if so."

i hope i'm not overstepping 👉👈,, aghh also open for interactions for anyone interested hdhdhhdshd, i haven't checked the tag yet HELP

as for the hypothetical target of their affection,,, i fear it may be butler jade 💀💀........... I'M A SUCKER FOR BUTLER X KNIGHT ARCHETYPE 💔💔💔ALSO I BRAINROT OVER YUNDE 2MUCH💔AH AND quick lore rundown

i imagine their knighthood still stands in another empire—or kingdom,,, sorry my knowledge of the world building here is a little vague HDUAJHF. anyway the point is that they are skilled enough for the royal family themselves to take them under their heavy golden wing—until the ashengrotto accusations and they're given bits and pieces of their freedom back.

I'M REALLY SORRY MOOTS THIS IS JUST ME YAPPING ON AND ON..... but like this au's really sick‼️‼️‼️ tags - @heyhellohihowareyou @elenauaurs @distant-velleity @twistedwonderlandshenanigans @skriblee-ksk @sickle-stick @puowei @jadelover69 @tixdixl @nemisisnemi @angelwishess @theleechyskrunkly @chillygourami @bunniehunn @cheerleaderman UUUH DID I FORGET ANYONE.....

[yu-huuuu]

ohhhh I want to see uchihas men when they want to confess to their crush or smt 😫🤭 (if it's too much just do obito and madara lol)

[ 🌸 ] sure, sure lmaooo

characters: itachi uchiha; obito uchiha ; madara uchiha

genre: fluff ;;

warnings: none;;

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Itachi Uchiha

—Oh, my man

—Well, if he were less shy, he’d confess his feelings without a problem

—Which would be great

—But the thing is, the guy isn’t just shy—he’s also clumsy when it comes to socializing and interacting

—And even more so when it comes to flirting or giving compliments

“What are you looking at?”

“I… uhh… your legs look good in those jeans…”

”…Do you think they’d look better without them?”

“Why would you take off your legs?”

—Bless his humble heart

—He’s not doing it on purpose, I swear

—The poor guy is just a little awkward

—Anyway!

—Months would go by as he tried to gather the courage to finally tell you how he feels

—Though it’s easier said than done (poor guy keeps stumbling over his words)

—He’s also trying to picture what it would be like to have you as his lover

—His clan would accept you, though not without some resistance, even if it’s mild

—He’s just pulling a few strings

—And oh, how bold, he thinks

—He’s doing all of this as if he were sure you feel the same way

—His poor heart beats for you, and you have no clue

—Lmao

—Anyway!

—Don’t be surprised when one day he invites you to train, only for you to find him sitting on a blanket with food, offering you a soft smile with slightly flushed cheeks

—The sight alone is enough to make your knees feel weak and oh—!

—The butterflies fluttering in your stomach

—Some say the best way to confess to someone is under a cherry blossom tree, but Itachi doesn’t think so. Just having you close, whispering tenderly what he feels and every promise his heart has made to you in the silence of that afternoon, is enough for him

…

Obito Uchiha

—Haha

—Oh, isn’t it funny?

—How this man feels so many butterflies in his stomach that he might just explode

—His voice is surprisingly soft and light. Whether you place him in an AU where nothing happened or he’s in Akatsuki…

—Anyway!

—In a normal, soft AU where nothing ever went wrong,

—He’s always trying to start a conversation with you, no matter how clumsy or silly it is

—Trying to gather enough courage to tell you how he feels, but—if Obito is in Akatsuki, he will never tell you how he feels

—Lmao

—But he will protect you until his plan to trap everyone in an illusion is close to completion

—He thinks you deserve the entire world and a reality far from cruelty in the dream of the Infinite Tsukuyomi

—Literally, his idea of creating a fictional world just for you only grows stronger

—You are his strength and his life, even if he never tells you

—Because for some reason, he decided that was the better choice

—Lmao

—He believes that in that fictional world, everything will be better, and maybe the two of you can have a story together

—And that, if you dream of him, he can give you the happiness you deserve—the one he could never give you in this world corrupted by death

—He thinks this world is too rotten for something like love to bloom between you

—And maybe…

—Just maybe, he feels himself slowly regretting it inside

—When his fingers move involuntarily, yearning and aching to caress your cheek, or when he daydreams about kissing your lips because…

—oh my god!

—Why do you have to be so beautiful?

—Why did he have the misfortune of the woman he loved having to exist in such a cruel world?

—To him, you are an angel

—A beauty that must be protected from the world’s cruelty

—For Obito Uchiha, there was no better way to show his feelings for you than by fighting to keep you away from the harsh reality that threatened your existence

…

Madara Uchiha

—Aahh

—Madara is a funny case

—He thinks you are worthy of his affection

—He also thinks you’re one in a million

—Why?

—Because you managed to catch his attention—something no other woman ever did before

—Your charisma, your eyes, your flushed cheeks, your soft lips that seem as gentle as the fluffy clouds decorating the sky fill him with a tenderness he has never known before

—You are so beautiful that he feels he doesn’t deserve you—because he fears corrupting your purity

—He fears taking away that innocent, soft glow that adorns your gentle eyes

—Even though he knows you are a strong woman, he will always have that fear

—Believe him—nothing like this had ever happened to him before

—Madara Uchiha? Afraid of hurting someone? Since when?

—And yet, there he was

—Looking at you with a tenderness that even he found strange while he listened to every word and giggle you let out as you told him something that—had it been anyone else—he would have found mundane and a waste of time

—You completely consumed his attention—he realized

—And he didn’t complain about it

—In fact, he liked it

—Lmao

—He even accepted that the butterflies in his stomach, the way his heart jumped when you smiled or laughed at something he said, the way he, in the privacy of his mind, carefully stored every memory—every little detail that might seem insignificant but was so important to him—

—To him, every sigh of yours was a gift

—And that’s how he realized that he could never be with anyone else but you

—It was you, or no one else

—So don’t act so surprised when this man asks for your and your parents’ permission to court you

Me watching that I still have to finish eighty requests to finish all of them

[hansmic]

🫧 𝓈𝑜𝒻𝓉 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈 🫧

dad! han jisung x female! reader.

summary: The tiny, everyday things Jisung does for your baby—like making silly faces to make them smile, or holding them gently.

genre: romance, fluff

word count: 1.4k

a/n: I personally loved writing this so I hope you enjoy it.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽

Jisung had always been a natural when it came to caring for babies. From the very beginning, he was incredibly gentle and attentive. He knew just the right way to hold our son, how to rock him to sleep, and how to make him laugh.

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• Today, as you watched him from afar, you were struck by the tenderness with which he interacted with our little one. He would make silly faces at the baby and gently tickle his tiny feet, causing giggles to escape our son's sweet lips.

You watch as Jisung slowly rocks your little one in his arms, his hands moving in a familiar and gentle rhythm. Your heart melts at the sight, knowing that Jisung truly cares for your child.

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• After a long afternoon of playtime, your son gets fussy and upset. Without hesitation, Jisung immediately scoops him up and begins rocking him back and forth, trying to calm him down.

His voice is soothing and calming as he sings a gentle lullaby, his soothing words and rhythm slowly causing your son to quiet down and relax in his arms.

He slowly lifts the hand up and blows a soft raspberry onto your baby's tiny fingers, making your little one let out an uncontrollable giggle. Jisung's eyes sparkle at the sound, his heart clearly melting with affection and joy.

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•In the middle of the night, your baby's crying suddenly jolts Jisung awake. Without protest, he sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he gently scoops your little one into his arms.

He starts to rock him back and forth, his voice a soothing and steady hum as he tries to soothe the baby back to sleep.

"Shh, it's alright. I'm here now. Go back to sleep, buddy," he mutters tenderly, his face full of love.

You walk into the room, having heard the cries, only to see Jisung gently carrying your little one in his arms. His face is still slightly puffy from sleep, but his eyes are soft and full of love.

"Shh, it's okay. It's okay…" he whispers in a hushed, soothing tone.

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•One particular memory still stands out for you—it's when Jisung first held your son.

He had cradled your baby tenderly in his arms, as if he had held a newborn many times before. The way he had supported the baby's head effortlessly, as if he had an inherent talent for it, had taken your breath away.

"He feels so tiny in my arms," Jisung had said in a soft voice, a smile playing on his lips.

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•It's a quiet afternoon, and you find yourselves in the nursery together. Jisung is gently tapping his fingers on the bassinet, his eyes fixed on your baby.

He continues this for a while, before speaking up, his voice hushed and full of love. "Hey, you know what I just realized?"

Your eyes dart up to meet his, curious about his sudden revelation. "What is it?" you respond, an amused smile gracing your lips.

Jisung's smile widens, a twinkle in his eyes as he speaks. "Our baby looks a lot like me."

Your eyebrow raises in surprise, a playful expression on your face now. "Oh yeah? What makes you think that?"

Jisung chuckles, a hint of smugness on his face as he responds, his finger still tapping on the bassinet.

"Well, for one, he has my nose. And his eyebrows are definitely my shape. But mostly… look at his face shape."

You look closely at the baby's face, and you can see what he means. The little one has the same soft, round cheeks that Jisung has.

"Well, I can't argue with that," you concede with a laugh, grinning at his observation.

Jisung grins, clearly pleased with your agreement. "Exactly. He has my cute cheeks. No one can deny that."

Jisung leans back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face. "And don't even get me started on his lips. Look at those tiny, adorable things," he continues, gently reaching out to flick the baby's puckered lip.

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head in amusement. "He must have gotten those from you too."

Jisung grins, his eyes flickering up to meet yours. "Hey, what's that supposed to mean? Do you think my lips aren't cute enough?"

He feigns a mock-offended expression, making a show of looking hurt at your comment.

You can't help but chuckle at his exaggerated response, amused by his playful display. "Of course your lips are cute too," you say, shaking your head in amusement.

"But I'll have you know that they're extra cute when they're on mine," you add, unable to resist the urge to tease him back.

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•The baby is lying in his crib, his tiny hand tightly grasping onto a soft toy nearby. Jisung is standing next to the crib, watching with a small smile on his face. Suddenly, the little one lets out a series of happy coos, his face lighting up in a wide, toothless grin.

Jisung can't help but chuckle at the adorable sight, his heart melting a little more. He reaches out to gently tickle the baby's belly, causing him to burst into a fit of giggles and squeals.

The baby's giggles fill the room, his little body wriggling as Jisung continues to tickle him. "You're just too cute for words, you little rascal," Jisung mutters as he watches the baby's face light up with joy.

He eventually stops the tickling, just in time for the baby's laughter to subside into a contented coo. Jisung lets out a small sigh, his eyes still fixed on the baby's face.

Jisung reaches down and gently scoops the baby up from the crib. He easily lifts the little one up into the air, his tiny feet kicking happily as he goes.

The baby lets out a gleeful squeal at the impromptu picking up, his arms reaching out to grab on to Jisung's shirt.

He gently bounces the baby up and down, eliciting more giggles from the little one. Jisung makes a few silly faces and noises, each one drawing out a new laugh from the baby.

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•Jisung is now playing a simple game of peek-a-boo with the baby. He covers his face with his hands for a few seconds, then surprises the baby by revealing himself again.

The baby giggles every time, his face lit up with wonder and joy at the little game. He tries to reach out and grab Jisung, but his tiny arms always seem to fall just short.

Jisung grins, loving the sight of the baby's small, flailing arms. "Oh no, you missed me!" he says in a mock surprised tone.

He laughs and pretends to be scared, trying to run away from the baby's tiny grabby hands as he goes "Ahhh, you got me!"

The baby just grins and squeals happily, clearly enjoying the game of chase that Jisung has started.

They continue like this for a few more minutes, the baby's laughter filling the room as he tries to grab Jisung, who playfully tries to evade, before the two fall into a heap on the ground, Jisung finally collapsing onto his back with the baby on top of him.

Jisung giggles under the baby, the baby's tiny body warm and light against his chest. "I think I've been defeated," he murmurs, feigning surrender.

The baby laughs again, his face nestled against Jisung's chest, clearly enjoying his little victory.

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• Jisung is shown to be a loving and caring father who adores your child and is always careful and kind around them. He is also shown to be very playful and playful with your son, always making an effort to make him happy and laugh.

He is also shown to have a very soft side, and is willing to put aside his "cool" image to be gentle and sweet around your little one.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽

thank you so much for reading this I hope you liked it!

masterlist is here

[lilgarbitch]

lovesick - Noah Sebastian

Beside You Pt. 3

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader

CW: groveling, anxiety, angst, the whole shabang

Word Count: 4.5k

Author‘s Note: 🫵🏻 HAHA SUCKERS jk i hope you enjoy

Tags: @theanarchymuse95 @dontwantthemoney @chey-h @badomensgoodomens @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @enemiestolovershoe @blade-dressed-in-red @xmads-omensx @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @thatchickwiththecamera @tosoundlessdarkistare @lacy1986

Y/N

I had to force myself out of bed again today. Some days are better than others, but days like these, ones where I don‘t have work or anything planned, I have to give myself a reason to actually get up. Sometimes just the walk to the living room is all I can do, but today I‘m making myself do some shopping. The cupboards are running dry and I‘ve been surviving on delivery for too long to be healthy. After throwing on presentable but comfortable clothes, I make my way to the grocery store. 

My mind has been in a fog for as long as I can remember, so as I shop, I have to repeatedly check my list to make sure I don‘t forget anything, causing me to circle the store a few times. As I make it to the wine aisle, far back into the store, I hear a bit of laughter nearby. Like a bunch of college kids on their first grocery trip together who can‘t help but laugh at everything. It puts a small smile on my face, remembering what it was like to try and do things like this with the boys. Folio always doing whatever he could to make us laugh, Noah tripping over his own feet (Or Nick‘s) and almost crashing the cart, and Nick pretending like he hated us for causing a ruckus, even if he was constantly adding to it. 

I let the small sweet memory play in my mind as I scan the aisle, debating on what I wanted. I‘ve been good with drinking away my sorrows in the last few years, calming down after the first one, but I never know when those days will creep back in, so I decide on two bottles of a sweet, low ABV wine, and place them in my cart. I pause to take one last glance at my list, making sure I got everything, before looking back up to start heading to the check-out. 

And that‘s when my eyes land on someone. Someone in a cap, sunglasses, too familiar long hair, and an identical sleeve as Nick‘s. Every cell in my body froze as I watched him walk towards the aisle near mine, eyeing up the rows of beer. I watch as he decides on a case, grabbing it and finally lifting his head. His eyes barely grazed mine, before he did a double take. And then we just stand there, staring at each other. After a few moments, he blinks, glances behind him for a second, and then turns back towards me. I can practically hear the gears spinning in his head, debating how he wants this interaction to go. Or maybe they‘re the gears in my mind, thinking the same thing. Finally, he starts walking towards me, an awkward yet warming smile on his face. 

‘‘Y/N…Hi,“ He practically whispers, knocking me back into reality as I finally hear his voice again after almost 4 years. 

‘‘Uh..Hi. How are you?“ I almost grimace at how awkward this is, when, for years, we used to be able to talk about anything.

‘‘I‘m good. The boys and I are actually playing a show at the Canal Club tonight,“ He rushes out, like he needed to explain why he was finally here after so long. I nod, trying to show how proud I was, and not the pain and fear I was feeling, knowing that they were all back in Richmond tonight, ‘‘How have you been?“

I take the most subtle deep breath I could, needing to put all my energy into putting on a front. It would be embarrassing for him to find out that I‘m still hurting all these years later. That to this day, I‘ve yet to move on and I still miss them all more than anything. 

‘‘I‘m good!,“ I reply, maybe a little too enthusiastically. I try to keep a smile on my face, trying my best not to make it seem too forced, “Still at the same house. Still waitressing at the same place. Not much has changed.”

I almost see a small hint of shock on his face, but he just nods. He’s probably thinking about how I’ve gone nowhere with my life since they left, which was true. Them leaving destroyed me. I haven’t been able to do much other than the bare minimum. But I don’t want him or anyone else to know that, so I just let him know that life is the same old shit as before. 

“Well, you look great. I like what you’ve done with your hair,” He says with a small smile. I mirror his smile, ignoring the fact that he’s talking about the grown out, faded hair that I was currently covering with a beanie. I give him a small thanks, before I see a face pop up out of the corner of my eye. 

My stomach drops, I knew he wasn’t here alone, but I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could handle at the moment without fully preparing myself. All I saw was a tall, tattooed man with long hair walking our way in my peripheral, and I was silently begging to any higher being watching over it wasn’t who I thought it was. And thankfully, they answered. In comes their new member I haven't met yet. Nick glances to the side and gives him a small nod. 

“Jolly, this is Y/N. Y/N, Jolly,” Nick introduces us. I reach my hand out with a small smile, truly happy it was him and not any of the other guys. I pretend I don’t see the small look Nick gives Jolly before we shake hands. 

“Nice to meet you,” I say with the best sweet voice I could muster at the moment. 

“You, too. I’ve always wanted to meet some of the boy’s home friends they talk about,” he replies, with one of the thickest accents I’ve probably ever heard around here. I ignore the way he called me their friend, not knowing if he knows the full story or not. 

“Yeah, we were just uh..catching up. I mentioned that we were playing here tonight,” Nick throws in, trying to keep the conversation going. 

“Oh? They didn’t tell you already?” And there was my answer to if he knew our history or not. “Well why don’t you come down to see us perform? I bet we can hook you up with a ticket.”

I glance at Nick as I debate my answer, and surprisingly, he has an almost hopeful look in his eyes, making me rethink everything. 

“I..Uh..I’ll see if I can free up some time,” I lie.

”Well, we’ll tell them that there’s a free ticket waiting for you with your name on it. Why don’t you text one of the guys when you figure it out so we know. Maybe we can hang out after the show? I bet it’s been a while since you’ve all seen each other,” Jolly says, to which I nod. 

“Yeah, I’ll see what I can do. I’m still at the old house, like I said, so we can hang there if the others are up for it,” I awkwardly ramble, already feeling a pit forming in my stomach at the invitation I almost wish I didn’t give, both desperately wanting to have them in my home again, but also knowing I won’t be able to handle it.

Nick nods with an even more hopeful look on his face, and Jolly has a pleased, relaxed look, completely oblivious to what he’s about to witness if we all come together again. They talk a bit about the show, still sounding hopeful I’ll come, before we say our goodbyes, Jolly’s being a “See you later,” as if he already knows I want to see the other boys more than anything. 

My mind was racing even more than before as I pay for my groceries and make my way home. As I look through my closet, trying to find the perfect outfit to wear. As I stare at my appearance, knowing I’ll see Noah again tonight.

Do I wear something from the time we spent together? It’s not like I’ve gotten that much clothes since then, other than outfits that aren’t really ‘going out’ wear. My hair’s a mess. I have a few hours until the show. Do I redye it? Do I present myself as someone who hasn’t been slowly dying on the inside since the day they left? 

They’ve all changed so much in the last few years, so do I want to show that I have as well? Even though my version of change wasn’t for the better? Or do I show up looking like a day hasn’t passed, wearing what I always used to and bring back old memories like they will for me?

I already know I’m going to spend the next few hours freaking out over everything, knowing it’s going to be an emotional night as well. 

Noah

Folio swats at my hand, pulling me out of my thoughts and causing me to pull my fingers from my mouth as I was chewing my nails with anxiety. I go to glare at him before Nick catches my attention out of the corner of my eye. I asked him to run to the store for snacks and drinks, specifically requesting some type of alcohol in hopes it would ease my nerves just a little bit, so I was thankful he was finally back. But as our eyes met, I see that he has this sheepish look on his face. Then Jolly bounds through the door, as excited as ever. 

“We ran into your friend at the store! She’s really pretty,” he exclaims, causing me to completely stop breathing. I look back over at Nick, probably looking absolutely terrified, and he just nods. 

“You ran into Y/N?” I ask, trying not to sound too excited or worried.

”Yeah! I told her she should come to the show tonight. She even invited us back to her place after, if you guys are up for it,” Jolly answers. 

“She…She’s coming to the show tonight?” I ask slowly, and he nods, completely oblivious to how freaked out I was right now. 

“She didn’t confirm, but I assume she will. I mean, why wouldn’t she want to see you guys after so long? Especially now that we’re touring. I told her to text one of you if she can or not.”

I stare at Jolly for a few moments before turning to Nick, then Folio, all of them staring back at me. Jolly, confused with my reaction, and the other two with a pitying, yet hopeful look on their faces. 

“What am I missing?” Jolly asks. Thankfully, Nick responds.

”Y/N used to be…family. Even more to Noah than the rest of us.” He looked at him even more confused, not catching on yet. 

”Well? What happened?”

”I left.” I answer bluntly, making him turn back to me. 

“What do you mean?”

”I up and left. We were friends since childhood, dating for almost three years…and I left her to move to L.A.” He stares at me, waiting for me to continue, but I don’t.

”And I’m guessing she didn’t take it well?” I shook my head. 

“I purposely didn’t want her to take it well…I completely dropped her. The second I made the decision to leave, I decided it was best to get her to hate me so it wouldn’t hurt more in the long run. But it did. At least for me. It’s been almost four years since I pushed her away and it’s my biggest regret…And now, tonight, I might see her again.”

”Dude, what the fuck? Why the hell wouldn’t you at least try? I understand long distance sucks, but we’re getting big. We could’ve easily covered flights. You could’ve talked on the phone. She could’ve fucking moved out here with you.” Jolly practically berates me. 

“I couldn’t do that to her. I didn’t want to drag her along into my dream when she could’ve chased her own. I couldn’t have her constantly waiting for me while I lived this life, bringing her out here, knowing no one, and never being there for her as we all worked on our band. She’s probably so much better off with this freedom.”

“Noah…When I talked to her earlier, she didn’t look great. She told me she was still living in that house, and hasn’t even changed jobs. She looked like life has been dragging her down ever since. She needed you. Needs you.” Nick cut in, completely catching me off guard. I stare at him as I let his words sink in, not knowing if I hated the regret I felt knowing I absolutely destroyed her by making this decision, or if I was grateful to know that she still needed me as much as I needed her after all these years. 

I let out a sigh and fall back onto the couch, draping my arm over my face as the pain resurfaced once again, this time more confusing. I knew I fucked up, but I kept her waiting all these years. I destroyed a once amazing, happy girl, who was always there for me and my brothers. I made them cut her off too, assuming it would ease the trouble of leaving. This whole time, I was killing us both. As terrified I was, I needed to see her. I needed to make this right. Because I missed her more than anything. 

Y/N

I step into the crowd, hiding myself in the mix of people. I knew from the countless shows that the boys and I went to that I needed to stay off to the side so I didn’t deal with too many pushing people and crowd surfers, definitely not in the mood for that tonight, but I wanted to be close enough to the stage that I could see them well. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t excited. I watched my boys perform together countless times, just always in someone’s garage or dingy little stages in random tiny venues around town. This would be the first time I was actually seeing them perform their dream. 

Apparently, Cane Hill was playing first, then them, so I had a little more time to prepare to see them all for the first time in so long. I was still freaking out over seeing Nick after all these years that I didn’t know how I was going to handle seeing Folio and Noah. Especially Noah. 

I was terrified that they’d be looking for me in the crowd, so I was making sure I was blending in as much as possible, and then I could either sneak back home after if this was too much, or try and find them once they got off stage. 

As the lights finally turned off and the first band took stage, I couldn’t focus. Their music was good, but I couldn’t stop checking my phone, counting down the minutes of their set. I kept fixing my clothes, hoping my skirt wasn’t riding up too much and that I wasn’t over or under dressed. My mind was a mess. I didn’t know how tonight would play out and I was terrified. I kept running possible scenarios in my head of how everything could go wrong or if anything would go right. How do we fix any of this? Was it even worth fixing? 

As Cane Hill walked off stage, I had to close my eyes and take a few deep breaths. My stomach was hurting with anxiety and I could hear my heart racing out of my chest. I didn’t open my eyes until I heard cheering around me once more. 

Folio walked on stage, his large smile the same as it’s always been. He walked up to the drum set as Nick and Jolly stepped out, guitar and bass already slung across their fronts as they sauntered into their spots, looking confident as ever. I couldn’t help but smile. Some of my anxiety started to ease. They looked like they were meant to be here. To have a large crowd cheering for them, excited to hear them perform. They deserved this. And that proud feeling was just enough to distract me for the main attraction to sneak onto stage.

There he was…

The love of my life. The one who kept me sane for as long as I can remember. The one who brought me comfort in the darkest times. The one who created even darker times. The man I’ll never forget for as long as I live. Noah was once again standing in front of me. 

I watched as his eyes scanned the crowd, probably looking for me, but thankfully it was dark enough that he wouldn’t be able to see. As they started their first song, I couldn’t help but get emotional. To hear his voice in person again, even if it was through speakers like it has been since they released their album, brought me both pain and comfort. He was here. We were once again in the same room. 

As the show went on, I found myself singing along. The music allowed my nerves to calm a little, and being hidden from his sight and just being able to admire him from afar allowed me to feel a sense of peace for the first time in a long time. He sounded amazing. He was meant for the stage. As I let myself join in with everyone else cheering and singing along, I took the chance to really appreciate how much he’s grown. How confident he’s gotten being in the spotlight. How perfect he looks standing in front of hundreds of people, getting admired for his talent. 

And I get so caught up in finally enjoying my time that their set eventually comes to an end. And he speaks into the mic, letting me hear his voice one more time as he introduces the band and thanks everyone for being there. And I listen to his velvety voice being blared through the speakers one last time before they all step off stage. 

And now I wasn’t sure what to do. Do I watch the rest of the show, staying hidden from them? Do I leave? Or do I search for them? The room was practically pitch black as everyone waited for New Year’s Day to come out, so I didn’t think there was much I could do anyway. 

But then I feel my phone buzz in my hand. I look at it and see a text, surprised to see that he hasn’t changed his number and his nickname was still unchanged in my phone.

Nicky- Come to the left side of the stage

I glace up and see his face illuminated by his phone, and without thinking, my legs take me towards him. It was a bit of a struggle to get through the crowd, but finally, I was facing him for the second time today. Once he sees my legs in front of him, he looks up and gives me a small smile.

”So…how was it?” He awkwardly asks. I give him a smile back.

”You guys are unbelievable. I’m so proud of you, I can’t even put it into words,” I say, the comfort of being near him already back like nothing changed. He visibly relaxes at the sound of my tone and his smile grows bigger at my words.

”That means a lot, especially coming from you. I’m really glad you showed tonight, by the way.”

”I’m glad, too. But to be honest, I’m freaking the fuck out right now.” He changes to a warm smile and turns to sling an arm over my shoulder like he always used to when he wanted to comfort me. 

“Trust me. So is everyone else. And I truly mean it when I say I’m glad you showed. I know we fucked up real bad and made a really bad decision, and I couldn’t be more thankful that you don’t hate us for it.” He said with a soft voice as we finally started walking away from the crowd and towards back stage. 

“I could never hate you guys. I definitely felt something close to it when you all left, but I quickly understood why you all did what you did. But I can’t say I’m not still upset with you three, one more than the others.” He nods like he understands what I mean.

”Well that one may be the most regretful of all of us,” He says as he pauses outside their green room, “Folio hasn’t shut up since we told him we ran into you earlier, so you’re going to need to spend some time with him first, but just give me the word, and we’ll give you and Noah some space to talk.”

I give him a soft smile and nod, and he finally opens the door. Within a second of stepping through, I’m being tackled into a hug by Folio, instantly recognizing his scent as my face gets shoved into his chest.

”I missed you so fucking much, Y/N. Holy shit, I’m so happy to see you.” I hug him back for a few moments before patting his back, needing air to respond. 

I let out a soft laugh as he finally pulls away and looks down at me with an apologetic smile. I watch as his eyes take in my appearance and I catch my breath after he practically squeezed it out of me.

”I missed you, too. So much. And you fucking rocked out there,” I said as I grabbed his shoulder and brough him back into another hug, truly missing them. 

“I really hope you aren’t mad at me. I wanted to keep in contact but I didn’t want to hurt you more. Please don’t hate me,” he whispers in my ear as he holds me tight.

”Like I told Nicky, I could never hate you. I love you guys more than anything and am just happy to finally see you again,” I whisper into his. 

We pull away after a minute of our much needed embrace and I greet Jolly before I’m immediately pulled into Nick’s arms.

”It wasn’t fair I haven’t gotten a real one since I’ve seen you,” he mumbles as he squeezes me tight. I laugh softly but just let myself take in the feeling of peace and comfort I’ve been missing all these years.

These boys were my family and even after not seeing them for so long, the love has yet to die. And to know that they’ve missed me just as much as I’ve missed them is making me emotional again. I really hope I don’t cry just yet. I still had one more boy to get to. I can feel his eyes on me. His presence filling the room and running my nerves rampant. Nick finally pulls away, laughing at something Folio said as my eyes instantly drift to where he sat.

In that moment, I think we both stopped breathing as we just stared at each other for a few seconds. Seeing him so close again brought back so many feelings. Feelings from our time spent together. Feelings of our time apart. The love and the anger. The longing and the resentment. The grief. 

“Y/N…” he practically whispers out as he slowly stands up from his seat and makes his way towards me. 

“Noah..” I croak out, my emotions already collecting in my throat. 

As we finally stand in front of each other, I hear the other boys step out of the room, giving us our space without me even asking for it. I almost want to be mad they left me alone with the man that has haunted my every living moment, but I’m also thankful, not knowing how this is going to go and not wanting to cry in front of anyone but him. 

“I-…How are you?” he softly asks. I just stare at him, letting his voice play in my head after not hearing it for so long. 

“I’m…good,” I finally answer, lying. His eyes trail over my face, already knowing my expressions better than me, and definitely catching my lie. 

“I’m not. I-…Y/N. I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” His voice cracks towards the end, and I can feel my eyes starting to well up with tears. 

“Noah. I just…Why?”

”I love you so much, Y/N. I love you so fucking much and I regret everything I’ve done. I thought I was making a good decision at the time, but I’ve regretted it ever since,” he gushes. 

“So you never reach out? You just leave me in the dark for four years? You drop me out of the blue one day, get your life together, and leave me in the dust? All alone? I couldn’t even talk to Nick or Folio!” I can see him grimace as I raise my voice. 

“I thought it was for the better. I thought it was selfish to ask you to join us. I thought that if I…if we left you behind, you wouldn’t feel overshadowed. I knew our focus was going to be put into the music and I couldn’t drag you along just to make you feel unappreciated.” His eyes were now turning red and he was waving his hands, reaching out for me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he was about to drop to his knees and beg me for forgiveness. 

“Noah. I’d do anything for you. I still love you. Despite the fact you did me so wrong. But you told me that you loved me and then you went and left me. I just..” I sigh and turn around, moving to sit on the couch, burying my face into my hands as my voice turns into more of a whisper, “Why’d you do this to me? I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. I can’t do much of anything at all… I’ve been so sick since you left.”

He moved to crouch in front of me, trying to look into my eyes. I sniffle and look up at him, desperately needing to see more of his face after so long, even if it’s covered in pain. His hand slowly reaches out, debating on touching me before finally placing it on my knee. 

“I’ve been dying on the inside since we left. I need you, Y/N. I can’t keep doing this without you…I now know how wrong I was.”

”Noah…”

TO BE CONTINUED

[konjiang]

Cumplane AU slightly nsfw? Finger kink?

SQH crashed at SY place because his internet went out.

SY watched as SQH rapidly typed while munching on some seeds. No matter how many times he saw it, he will always be shocked at the sheer speed SQH completes writing assignments. He watched as those fingers curled and stretched across the keyboard while pressing all the right letters.

'What else can those fingers do...' SY snapped his eyes back to his own laptop, trying to forget whatever dumbass thoughts he got when he was around SQH.

SY couldn't focus on any of the words on his screen. He had to reread the page over again when he saw the way SQH sat up and stretched.

"Cucumber-Bro," SQH said as he smiled at SY, "I'm done. Do you want to do anything?" SQH started moving and rolling his hand and wrist.

'Do anything...what about me-' SY mind was wandering again, and he needed to focus before he let's SQH control his mind again. They are just two bro sitting 5 ft apart because he's not gay!

"You think everyone can type like that? Stop bothering me and go do something else." SY needed SQH to be away from him before he says or does anything weird.

"Alright, alright, you are such an asshole sometimes." SQH pouted as he grabbed a couple dessert from the pantry.

"Hey! Why are you eating my food?" SY watched as SQH opened a bag of veggie straws.

"Bro, I'm hungry, and you're rich. Here, I'll feed you." SQH declared as he shoved a veggie straw in SY face, giving SY direct access to those fingers. He carefully bit the straw and avoided SQH's hand. Soon, they got into a rhythm, where SY would open his mouth, and SQH would feed him. It was still hard to focus, but SY was proud of himself for getting some work done. He opened his mouth and closed it when he felt something else in his mouth. This time, when he bit down, his lips surrounded half of SQH's index finger.

SY was panicking, 'WTF WTF WTF', but he didn't release SQH's finger.

"Uhmm, bro? Can I have my finger back? Should I be scared that you acquired a taste for human flesh?" SQH teased and wiggled his finger a little, causing SY's face to burn up. He couldn't let SQH have the last word in any conversation.

"No." SY said as he grabbed SQH's wrist and doubled down, biting and sucking SQH's finger. He had expected a shriek or noises of disgust, but instead, SQH sticked another finger in SY's mouth.

This was going somewhere, and SY had no idea how to steer it back to normal. How could he when SQH's finger touches and pulls at his tongue. SQH leaned in closer, and SY could see that his face was also turning red.

"Shen Yuan..." SQH whispered as he gently placed his other hand on SY's face. He removed his fingers from SY's mouth. SY couldn't stop himself before he whined at the loss. However, his mind was now occupied by how close SQH face was. If he leaned a little more, their lips would be touching.

SY tilted his face into SQH's palm, and in turn, SQH caressed SY's face with his thumb. SY watched as SQH moved closer but made no moves to stop him. Their nose touch against each other, and SY could feel SQH's breath on his lips. SQH tilted his head and-- do nothing because SQH's phone rang, pulling them out of this weird tension.

'What were we about to do!' SY mind replayed every moment of their interaction and tried to come up with a logic conclusion. He can vaguely hear SQH talking in the background.

"Okay, okay, thank you. Bye. " SQH hung up, and they just both awkwardly stared at each other.

"Uhm, my internet got fixed."

"Oh," Shen Yuan said mindlessly.

"I should go..." SQH stood up, intending to gather his stuff, but he was stopped by SY grabbing his wrist and yanking him back down. SY could not leave this unresolved, or else SQH would get the wrong idea. He opened his mouth, wanting to spit out some excuses, but instead...

"Where do you think you're going? I haven't had a chance to taste human flesh yet."

[greenbubblefactory]

Matchup for @sarah22447

Congratulations you have a match with..

Malleus Draconia!

★Malleus Draconia, a prince who exists somewhere between myth and reality, someone who walks among humans yet never truly belongs. From the moment he meets you, there’s something about you that intrigues him. Perhaps it’s the way you don’t immediately shrink away in fear like so many others, or perhaps it’s the quiet, calculating nature you sometimes have,a little cold, but not unkind. You are someone who holds your emotions close, who doesn’t easily let others in, and that, to him, is fascinating.

★At first, your interactions might be simple, polite yet distant. He would approach, drawn by an interest he can’t quite explain, and you,whether out of curiosity or simply because you don’t see a reason to avoid him,would not push him away. It would start small, casual conversations about topics neither of you would expect the other to care about. But then, he hears you mention mythology, and that is when the true bond begins to form.

★Malleus is ancient compared to the humans around him. He is a being of legend himself, a living part of the folklore you adore. And so, when you speak of myths, of gods and monsters, of lost civilizations and whispered superstitions, he listens with a kind of intensity rarely seen in him. He finds himself enthralled, eager to hear your thoughts, eager to share his own. You tell him about Brazilian folklore,the tales of the boto, the trickster curupira, the ghostly mulher de branco and he in turn speaks of fae courts, of creatures who weave fate, of the ancient laws that govern his world.

★It is in these moments, beneath the moonlit sky or by the dim glow of a candle, that the two of you begin to understand one another. Malleus, so used to being feared, finds comfort in your presence. And you, someone who doesn’t always express emotions easily, find a rare kind of connection with someone who does not demand anything from you,who simply listens, who enjoys your mind, who values the way you think.

★And then there are the nights spent watching true crime documentaries. At first, Malleus only watches out of curiosity, but soon, he finds himself amused by your reactions, by the way you analyze each case, by the passion in your voice as you discuss theories and motives.Tilting his head as he watches an interrogation scene unfold. He does not flinch at the darker themes rather, he is intrigued, not by the crimes themselves, but by the way human nature is exposed in such raw, unfiltered ways.

★And, of course, there is your love for animals. Malleus does not surround himself with many, but he respects them, understands them in ways few do. When he hears of your love for creatures, he considers what he might show you, what he might share. One evening, he leads you to the outskirts of campus, where the night is still and the stars shine bright.

★Music is another thing that brings you together. Rock and heavy metal are not genres he’s familiar with, but he listens, simply because it is something you love. He watches the way you lose yourself in the rhythm, the way the music stirs something deep within you, and though he may not understand it fully, he respects it. If you ever challenge him to dance to one of your favorite songs, he would not refuse. And while he may start off stiff, uncertain, there is something undeniably elegant about the way he moves,regal even in chaos, powerful even when the music does not match his usual grace.

★But what truly makes Malleus your match is not just the way he shares your interests, but the way he understands you. He knows what it means to feel distant from others, to exist in a space where connection does not always come easily. He does not push you to be more than what you are,he does not demand warmth where you do not feel ready to give it. Instead, he remains, a quiet presence, always near, always patient. And when you do open up, when you do let him in, he cherishes it as a rare and precious thing.

★He is not the kind to express love in grand displays of affection at least, not in the way humans do. But he shows it in his own way. In the way he remembers every myth you tell him. In the way he shields you from the rain with his magic. In the way he waits for you when you need time alone, never pressuring, never demanding, simply there. And most of all, in the way he looks at you,as though, despite all the centuries he has lived, despite all the knowledge and power he possesses, you are still something extraordinary.

English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there are any spelling mistakes!

[f1daydreamer]

Shattered Reflections – Part 2

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader (budding friendship) | Past George Russell x Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Left shattered in the wake of George’s betrayal, you find yourself alone on a cold bench in Monaco, tears falling freely as the weight of everything crashes down on you. But you aren’t alone for long. Max Verstappen, someone you barely know beyond the occasional paddock interactions, finds you—and he refuses to leave you like this. As the world starts piecing the truth together, a storm brews against George and his new girlfriend.

Materialist

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The streets of Monaco felt colder than usual.

The city, normally buzzing with life, was nothing more than a blur as you sat curled up on a bench near the harbor, your arms wrapped around yourself as though you could physically hold yourself together. But you couldn’t.

Because George had broken you.

The moment you walked out of that hotel room, you hadn’t stopped moving. You didn’t know where you were going—you just needed to get away. Away from the memories. Away from the betrayal. Away from the realization that the man you had loved, the one you would have done anything for, had thrown you away for someone else.

The tears wouldn’t stop.

It wasn’t just sadness—it was humiliation, anger, devastation, and a pain so deep it felt unbearable. Your chest ached, your breath coming out in ragged sobs as you buried your face in your hands, oblivious to the world around you.

Until a voice broke through the noise.

“Y/N?”

You flinched at the sound, your entire body tense. You weren’t ready to face anyone, but when you looked up, it wasn’t who you expected.

Max Verstappen stood a few feet away, brows furrowed in concern. He wasn’t someone you were particularly close to—sure, you had interacted in the paddock, exchanged polite greetings, but that was it. So why was he here now?

“What—” Your voice cracked. “What are you doing here?”

Max hesitated, his eyes scanning your tear-streaked face, the way your body trembled. He took a careful step closer, his usual intensity softened by something else—genuine worry.

“I was just walking,” he said, then nodded toward you. “And then I saw you.”

You quickly wiped at your face, even though it was useless. “I—I’m fine.”

Max let out a small scoff, kneeling in front of you so you had no choice but to meet his gaze. “That’s the worst lie I’ve ever heard.”

Your breath hitched. His voice wasn’t condescending or filled with pity—it was just… honest.

And that’s what broke you.

A fresh wave of sobs escaped your lips, and before you could even think about it, Max was sitting beside you, his arm resting on the back of the bench, giving you space but still letting you know he was there.

“Did he do something?” Max asked after a moment, his voice low.

You squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself to breathe. But the words slipped out anyway. “He cheated.”

Max went still. His entire body tensed beside you, his jaw clenching as he processed what you just said. You expected him to say something—anything—but he didn’t. Not right away. Instead, he just sat there, his presence steady, unmoving, like an anchor keeping you from drifting too far.

After a few minutes, he finally spoke. “What do you need?”

It was such a simple question, but it made you cry even harder.

Because for weeks, you had needed George. You had needed him to notice, to care, to fight for you. And he hadn’t. But Max… Max was a near stranger, and yet here he was, asking what you needed, offering you comfort without expectation.

You shook your head, voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know.”

Max nodded, as if that was an answer he understood. He didn’t push, didn’t force you to talk. He just sat there, waiting, letting you cry as long as you needed.

And for the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel completely alone.

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A Few Days Later…

The world didn’t take long to catch on.

At first, it was subtle—paparazzi shots of George with his new girlfriend, looking far too comfortable for a relationship that had supposedly just started. But then the internet did what it did best.

They connected the dots.

The dates didn’t add up. People started comparing timestamps, realizing that George had been seeing this girl while he was still with you. And then, the hate started.

#CheaterGeorge trended within hours. Fans flooded his comments, demanding answers, calling him out for betraying someone who had always supported him. The photos of you crying on the bench in Monaco surfaced, taken by an anonymous passerby, further fueling the outrage.

And George? He panicked.

His Instagram story was a mess of damage control.

> “I never cheated on Y/N. We were already broken up before anything happened.”

It was a lie. A blatant, pathetic lie. And people saw right through it.

Screenshots of you two still together on the same day he was seen with her circulated, proving that his story was nothing but an attempt to save face. The backlash only got worse.

And through it all, Max stayed by your side.

“You okay?” he asked as you scrolled through the endless flood of support.

You let out a small, disbelieving laugh, shaking your head. “I don’t even know what to feel anymore.”

Max exhaled, leaning back against the couch beside you. “You don’t have to figure it out right now.”

You looked at him, really looked at him, and for the first time in days, the ache in your chest didn’t feel quite as unbearable.

Maybe you were still broken. Maybe you would be for a while.

But with Max by your side, helping you through the wreckage, you weren’t facing it alone.

And for now, that was enough.

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To be continued…

@Taglist

@f1fantasys

[onegayastronaut]

Through Your Eyes

Requested by @edgessunflower: Can I have Amelia Shepard x Fem reader with the prompt "You're not like the rest of them" where Amelia comforts the reader who is autistic and shows her that she's beautiful?

Words: 1250

Amelia Shepherd strode into the coffee shop, her leather jacket slightly damp from the misty Seattle weather. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the faint hum of conversation, creating a cocoon of warmth against the dreary chill outside. She was there for a brief reprieve from the chaos of Grey Sloan Memorial, and she’d already decided on her usual order. But as she approached the counter, her attention was caught by someone seated by the window, partially obscured by a tall stack of books.

You were scribbling furiously into a notebook, your brow furrowed in concentration. A cascade of notes, diagrams, and color-coded tabs spilled out from the pages, creating a labyrinth of thought that Amelia couldn’t help but admire from afar. You seemed entirely engrossed in your work, your fingers tapping a rhythm on the table that seemed to ground you. She noticed the way you tilted your head slightly, a quiet self-soothing motion that only someone observant might catch.

Her curiosity got the better of her. Coffee forgotten, she found herself moving toward you. “Mind if I sit?” she asked, flashing a small, genuine smile.

Your head snapped up, startled by the interruption. You blinked at her, taking in her striking features and the way her blue eyes seemed to hold an ocean’s depth. Your lips parted slightly, but no words came out right away. Social interactions weren’t your strong suit, and this beautiful stranger’s sudden appearance didn’t make it easier.

“Um… sure,” you finally managed, shifting your books to make space. Amelia slid into the seat across from you, her movements casual but deliberate.

“You look like you’re working on something important,” she said, gesturing to the organized chaos on the table.

You hesitated, unsure how much to share. Most people didn’t understand your passion for detail or the way your brain worked in patterns and layers. But something about Amelia’s demeanor put you at ease. “It’s… a research project,” you said, your voice soft but steady. “I’m trying to map out how different environments affect sensory processing.”

Her eyebrows lifted in genuine interest. “That sounds fascinating. You must have a brilliant mind to tackle something like that.”

Heat rose to your cheeks at the compliment. “I don’t know about brilliant,” you murmured, looking down at your notebook.

“Hey,” Amelia said, her tone gentle but firm. “Don’t sell yourself short. I’m a neurosurgeon. I know brilliance when I see it.”

Your eyes darted back to her, surprise flickering across your face. “A neurosurgeon?”

She nodded. “Amelia Shepherd,” she said, extending her hand. “And you are?”

You gave her your name, your hand brushing hers in a quick handshake. Her grip was warm, grounding. For the first time in a long while, you felt seen—not just noticed, but truly seen.

Over the next few weeks, Amelia found reasons to frequent that coffee shop, and it wasn’t long before your paths started crossing regularly. She’d ask about your research, and you’d tentatively inquire about her work at the hospital. A rhythm developed between you, a dance of questions and shared stories that neither of you wanted to end.

One rainy evening, as the coffee shop began to empty out, you confided something you’d rarely shared with anyone. “I… I’m autistic,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “That’s why I’m so focused on sensory processing. It’s something I live with every day.”

Amelia leaned forward, her expression softening. “Thank you for telling me,” she said sincerely. “That must take a lot of courage.”

You shrugged, fiddling with the edge of your notebook. “Most people don’t get it. They think I’m… weird or difficult. Like I’m too much or not enough at the same time.”

“They’re idiots,” Amelia said bluntly, making you blink in surprise. “You’re not weird or difficult. You’re… you. And you’re not like the rest of them. That’s what makes you extraordinary.”

Her words hit you like a warm wave, melting away some of the walls you’d built over the years. But there was still doubt lingering in your eyes. “I don’t know,” you said. “Sometimes I feel like being different means being alone.”

Amelia’s gaze softened even further. She reached across the table and placed her hand over yours. “You’re not alone,” she said firmly. “Not while I’m around.”

As your connection deepened, Amelia made it her mission to show you just how beautiful and valuable you were. She learned about your preferences, the things that made you feel safe and calm. She respected your boundaries and celebrated your quirks, never once making you feel like you had to hide any part of yourself.

One evening, after a particularly overstimulating day, you found yourself at her apartment. She’d noticed your overwhelmed state and quickly suggested a quiet night in. Now, you were curled up on her couch, a weighted blanket draped over your legs as soft music played in the background. Amelia sat beside you, her presence grounding and reassuring.

“You know,” she said, breaking the comfortable silence, “I think you’re one of the most incredible people I’ve ever met.”

You turned to her, startled. “Why would you think that?”

She smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Because you see the world in ways I never could. You find beauty and detail in places most people overlook. And you care so deeply about understanding the things that matter to you. That’s rare. That’s beautiful.”

Tears pricked your eyes, and you looked away, overwhelmed by her words. But Amelia gently turned your face back to hers. “Hey,” she said softly, her thumb brushing your cheek. “Don’t hide from me. I’m not going anywhere.”

For the first time in a long while, you let yourself believe it. You let yourself believe her.

The turning point in your relationship came one sunny afternoon, during a trip to the botanical gardens. Amelia had suggested the outing, knowing how much you loved nature and its calming effects. The vibrant colors, intricate patterns of leaves, and the soothing rustle of the wind through the trees were a balm to your overstimulated mind.

You walked side by side, your hands occasionally brushing. Amelia was patient, matching her pace to yours and giving you space to process your surroundings. When you stopped to admire a particularly intricate flower, she watched you with quiet admiration.

“You see the details,” she said softly, breaking the silence. “Things that most people don’t even notice.”

You glanced at her, surprised by her observation. “It’s just how my brain works,” you said with a small shrug.

“It’s a gift,” she countered firmly. “The way you notice the world makes it more beautiful.”

Her words lingered in your mind as you continued your walk, and by the time you reached a secluded bench surrounded by blooming flowers, you felt a surge of confidence you hadn’t experienced in years.

“Amelia,” you began, your voice steady despite your nerves. “I want to thank you. For seeing me, for accepting me… for everything.”

She smiled, her eyes sparkling. “It’s easy to accept someone as amazing as you,” she said. “But you don’t have to thank me. Just promise me you’ll start seeing yourself the way I see you.”

You nodded, your heart full. For the first time, you felt like you could.

As months turned into a year, your relationship deepened. Amelia became your rock, your confidante, and your biggest advocate. She celebrated your wins, no matter how small, and held you through the tough days.

[koririmao]

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daeho sat on the bottom bunk, shivering, knees pulled tightly against his chest. his face was buried in them, his entire body tense like a coiled spring.  

from across the room, nari watched.  

*what's that hot marine getting the nerves for?*  

a mischievous smirk curled on her lips.  

silently, she approached him—then, without warning, patted his shoulder.  

"hey."  

daeho jolted violently, his head snapping up, eyes wide with panic.  

"i-i-i’m s-s-sorry, i-i-i..." he stammered, looking like a complete wreck.  

nari raised a brow. *a marine, scared?*  

"you okay?" she asked, glancing at the ink peeking out from his sleeve. a marine tattoo. he followed her gaze and quickly pulled down his sleeve, as if trying to hide it.  

"y-yeah... i-i’m fine…" he muttered, looking away in shame.  

but his trembling hands and the fear laced in his voice told a different story.  

nari sighed and plopped down beside him.  

"you know," she said gently, "even soldiers in world war i were scared for their lives. but in the end, they still fought. it wasn’t the absence of fear that made them brave—it was their selflessness. their willingness to protect the people they loved."  

she smiled and placed a comforting hand atop his.  

daeho tensed. his gaze flickered to their hands, his cheeks tinged pink. he exhaled shakily, running a hand through his hair.  

"it’s not that," he murmured. "the guns just... they remind me of that day. i lost my friends. they were like family to me. but those bastards shot them down without a second thought." his voice broke, his body trembling.  

nari didn't hesitate.  

she pulled him into a tight embrace, letting him bury his face in her shoulder.  

"shh… it's alright," she whispered, her fingers tracing soothing circles on his back. "just let it all out. i got you."  

daeho clutched onto her like she was the only thing keeping him from falling apart. his quiet sobs muffled against her tracksuit, hot tears soaking into the fabric.  

none of that mattered.  

right now, all nari wanted was to take care of the boy with the ponytail crying in her arms.  

after a while, his breathing steadied. He sniffled, pulling away slightly to meet her gaze.  

"t-thank you…" he muttered. "w-what’s your name?"  

nari's soft smile slowly curled into a smirk.  

the hands that had been caressing his back slid up, fingertips tracing over his neck and chest.  

"oh, you don’t have to worry about that anymore, baby," she purred, leaning in. "after this game, my name is the only thing you’ll remember."  

daeho swallowed hard, his blush deepening.  

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Timeline: After the Pentathlon Game

daeho was busy adjusting his tracksuit and smoothing out his ponytail, so focused on his task that he barely noticed the blue-haired girl approaching.

"oh, nari! you made it!" he looked up, relief washing over his face. "i'm so glad you did!"

he raised his hand for a high five, his ears tinged pink.

nari smirked. she lifted her hand—but instead of meeting his palm, she reached up and ruffled his hair, messing up the neat ponytail he had just fixed.

"good job in gonggi earlier," she said casually.

daeho blinked, then blushed deeper. "a-ah, t-thank you! y-you saw? i-i thought we were—"

"you're really skilled with your hands," she cut in, her voice dripping with playful insinuation.

at first, daeho took the compliment at face value, nodding earnestly—until the meaning behind her words clicked.

his eyes widened slightly, and the faint red on his cheeks deepened into a full flush. he gulped. "a-ah… y-yes… t-thank you…"

he started fiddling with his fingers, nervously chewing on his bottom lip.

nari giggled.

"cute," she cooed, reaching out to pinch his cheek.

daeho let out a tiny, embarrassed whimper.

"aww, what’s the matter, baby? can’t handle a few compliments, hm?” she giggled teasingly, running her fingers down his neck and across his chest.

his breath hitched. “n-nari, please…” he practically cried out, like a submissive pup begging for relief. 

“please what, daeho? i wanna hear you say it,” she demanded, her nails raking across his chest, sending shivers down his spine. he winced, a mix of pain and pleasure, and grabbed her wrist before she could draw blood.

“please… take me… now,” he was breathless, sweat beading on his forehead, his ragged breathing the only sound between them. 

having him exactly where she wanted him, nari smirked, a predatory glint in her eyes, and tugged on his hand. “follow me,” she winked, a silent promise of the pleasure to come, and dragged him out of the room and towards the dimly lit men’s bathroom. 

“hey, you can’t be in here—” a confused voice called out, but they ignored the protest, shoving past the startled player.

they burst into a cubicle, the metallic click of the lock echoing in the small space. nari wasted no time, pushing him none-too-gently onto the closed toilet bowl. 

daeho’s eyes widened, his throat bobbing as he watched her kneel before him, her gaze intense. she flicked her tongue out suggestively, a silent invitation to the feast that awaited him.

“n-nari…” he whispered, his voice thick with need. “shhh…” she soothed, her fingers tracing the outline of his thighs before she mercilessly tugged his pants down to his ankles, trapping him. 

she giggled, a throaty, seductive sound, as she saw the impressive tent straining against his boxers. “cute, i haven’t even touched you there yet,” she teased, tapping the tip with her soft finger, making him squirm helplessly on the unforgiving plastic of the toilet seat. 

“a-ahh~ nari~” he whined, his control slipping, making her laugh, a sound that was both mocking and enticing.

“alright, alright, i’ll stop teasing… for now,” she purred, her eyes sparkling with mischief. she slowly, deliberately, pulled his boxers down, his erection springing free, slapping against her face with a life of its own. a lewd gasp escaped her lips. 

then, she licked her lips, her eyes never leaving his engorged member. “mmm, i knew marines carried such big packages,” she growled, her voice husky, as she stroked his entire length from base to tip, teasing him with the edge of her nail.

he whimpered and whined, squirming on his precarious perch. “n-nari~!” 

she bunched up her hair, her expression one of mock frustration. “aww, i don’t have a hair tie,” she pouted, her eyes drifting upwards to meet his, and a wicked smirk slowly spread across her face.

she stood up, her movements fluid and sensual, and tugged playfully on his hair, earning a desperate moan from his lips. with a swift movement, she stole the hair tie from his hair.

then, she used it to tie her own hair back into a high ponytail, the movement drawing his attention to the elegant curve of her neck.

“thanks,” she winked, flicking her tongue out again, the gesture pure invitation, before lowering herself once more.

“now… where were we?” she whispered, her hot breath fanning his sensitive tip, driving him closer to the edge.

daeho inhales sharply as nari’s warm, wet mouth envelops his hardening cock. his head falls back against the wall with a low groan, eyes fluttering shut in bliss.

he reaches down to tangle his fingers in her hair, guiding her movements. “fuck yes, just like that, nari” hisses through clenched teeth. “your mouth feels so fucking good wrapped around my dick.” daeho’s hips start to rock subtly, fucking nari’s face with shallow thrusts as she sucks him off.

he groans deeply, voice rough with lust. “keep sucking, princess. get my cock nice and hard for that tight little cunt of yours.” he pulls her off him suddenly, admiring how her lips glisten with saliva and his pre-cum.

daeho grabs nari’s hair tighter, holding her in place as he starts to thrust faster, fucking her face with deep, powerful strokes.

he groans loudly, dark eyes boring into hers intensely. “take it all, you filthy girl. i know you fucking love choking on my big cock!” his balls slap against her chin with each rough thrust.

daeho’s eyes darken with lust and dominance as he holds nari in place, forcing her to take every thick inch of his throbbing cock.

nari gags and sputters around daeho’s thick cock stretching her throat, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. but she doesn't pull away. instead, she takes him deep, nose pressed against his pelvis, inhaling the musky scent of his arousal.

daeho groans, the sound rumbling through his chest as he holds nari in place, her nose pressed against his skin. he grinds his hips, making her take every last inch.

daeho smirks wickedly, enjoying the sight of nari struggling to take his thick cock. daeho grins wickedly. “that's it, take it all like the cock-hungry slut you are.” he holds nari's head down, making her deepthroat his entire length as he grinds his pelvis against her face.

after a moment, he yanks her off his spit-slicked shaft.  daeho chuckles darkly as nari surfaces, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the swollen head of his cock. grips her hair tighter, forcing her to look up at him with tear-filled eyes as he smirks down at her. “not so high and mighty now, are you, princess?” 

he pulls her off completely, his rock hard shaft slapping against her cheek as he strokes himself. he chuckles darkly. “ah ah ah, not yet princess”. he smacks her cheek with his thick shaft before rubbing the leaking tip across her lips, smearing them with his pre-cum.

he leans down, voice a low growl in her ear. “i'm not done using this pretty mouth of yours yet.” he shoves his cock back past her lips, gripping her hair tighter as he starts to fuck her face in earnest.

daeho sets a brutal pace, the obscene sound of him slamming into nari’s throat filling the room. he grins sadistically as he feels her struggle against him.

he pulls out abruptly, a rope of saliva snapping between her gasping mouth and his spit-shined cock.

sneers down at her. “still think you can handle me, slut?” he smacks her cheek with his spit-slicked shaft. “because i’m just getting started with you.”

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