#Alexa Sleep Music

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10 Tips to Help Kids Fall Asleep with Anxiety

Separation anxiety at bedtime

Separation anxiety at bedtime is a common problem for children, especially between the ages of 2 and 4. It can be caused by a number of factors, such as a new sibling, a move to a new home, or starting daycare.

If your child is experiencing separation anxiety at bedtime, here are 10 tips to help kids fall asleep with anxiety:

Set a consistent bedtime and wake-up time. This will help to regulate your child's body clock and make it easier for them to fall asleep and wake up at the same time each day.

Create a relaxing bedtime routine. This could include taking a bath, reading a story, or listening to calming music. Avoid watching TV or using electronic devices in the hour before bed, as the blue light emitted from these devices can interfere with sleep.

Make sure your child's bedroom is dark, quiet, and cool. Darkness helps to promote the production of melatonin, a hormone that helps to regulate sleep. Noise and light can disrupt sleep, so make sure your child's bedroom is as quiet and dark as possible. A cool temperature is also ideal for sleep.

Avoid caffeine and sugar before bed. These substances can make it harder for your child to fall asleep.

Get your child regular exercise/ bedtime meditations. Exercise can help to improve sleep quality, but avoid exercising too close to bedtime.

Help your child to identify and manage their anxiety. If your child is experiencing anxiety, talk to them about it and help them to develop coping mechanisms. There are also a number of relaxation techniques that can be helpful, such as deep breathing, meditation, and visualization.

Make sure your child is getting enough sleep. Most children need around 10-12 hours of sleep per night. If your child is not getting enough sleep, they may be more likely to experience anxiety.

Be patient and understanding. It may take some time for your child to learn to fall asleep with anxiety. Be patient and understanding, and offer your support.

Seek professional help if necessary. If your child's anxiety is severe or is interfering with their daily life, it is important to seek professional help. A therapist can help your child to develop coping mechanisms and manage their anxiety.

Remember that you are not alone. Many children experience anxiety, and there are resources available to help you and your child. Talk to your doctor or a mental health professional if you have any concerns.

I hope these tips to fall asleep with anxiety for kids will help your kid feel calm and motivated.

If your child's separation anxiety is severe or is interfering with their daily life, you may want to seek professional help. A therapist or Cool Koala’s  Kids Bedtime Meditation can help your child to develop coping mechanisms and manage their anxiety in several ways.

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[puppyboyfranco]

my Alexa isn’t working atm and I’m so annoyed abt it bc it means I have to change my routine slightly and fall sleep listening to music on my Phone instead which DOESN’T WORK!!!

[itsreaditandwow2]

ALEXA, SHUT THE SHIT UP!

Judy Jennings (Angry Grandma)

[a2l1y1]

Clingy Ellie.

sub!ellie x fem!reader

No NFSW, mostly fluff.

Summary ➜ she thought you had left her.

Extremely clingy and annoying Ellie.

Ellie was obsessed with you. You were both really close friends—but it was fucking obvious she was crushing on you. You suspected this for a while now, and the more you thought deeply about it, the more confident you were about being right.

That’s when you started noticing Ellie being clingier than usual, asking you to hangout, wanting to hold your hand, getting you both matching things and generally wanting to be closer to you. You weren’t bothered, but you simply didn’t want to ruin the friendship that you both had—especially since Ellie is the type of person to be extremely confused whether she likes someone romantically or platonically. She’s just the curious and unsure person. But you had to admit that her behavior towards you was starting to make a difference. But after a while, you got used it.

After being your best friend for so long—eight years—Ellie was used to everything with you. Especially sleeping in the same bed as you; it just felt normal for her —she loved it—So when you decided to stay the night at her apartment, she just smiled at you.

Though, when she woke up and saw the empty space next to her, her heart clenched. She immediately thought you had left her without saying anything, and it weirdly made her feel lonely. She stood up, scratching her head and walked to the kitchen.

There, she saw you, actually making breakfast with the Alexa on, with some calm, soft music; just murmuring the songs and moving to it. She smiled to herself and walked closer before wrapping her tatted arms around your waist; something else she was used to do. “I assumed you had left.” She told you in the most gentlest whisper while she softly smells your scent from your neck.

You couldn’t help but to roll your eyes, it was too early for this type of affection, but you still let Ellie in. Denying her clinginess felt odd—knowing Ellie loved being all around you. “I guess someone woke up like a baby today huh?” You chuckled as you proceeded to hug her.

Ellie chuckled at your eye-rolling and your teasing remarks. She was used to your playful banter and appreciated the way you accepted her affection, even if it was a bit much for you in the morning. She leaned into your hug, feeling comfort in your presence. Shrugging playfully, she replied, “Hey, can’t help it if I like being close to you. You’re the one who stayed the night, after all.” Ellie gave you a playful wink before turning back to the breakfast you were preparing, taking a quick look at the scrambled eggs, and a huge smile formed on her face. feeling grateful for your company.

You sigh, avoiding Ellie completely before she gets any dumb ideas so early.

After breakfast, you just laid in the couch, reading a novel you recently got a little hype on. You tried your best to avoid it, but it was fucking difficult when you could feel Ellie staring at your back.

“What do you want els, I don’t have all day and I can feel you staring at me.” You spat rapidly as you shut your book down and stared at her with a raised eyebrow. Ellie walks up to you, flustered and nervous—the look as if she was hiding something. Or wanting to tell you something.

“I just uhh.. thought that maybe while you read I could snuggle up…with you.” Those words stroked you up. Ellie Williams being soft on you now? Wanting to snuggle? Is she high? And next thing you knew, her face was all up on your neck. Her hands roaming all over your stomach, innocently, playing with your little rolls. You couldn’t help but to sigh, she’s being too clingy.

Ellie felt a mix of emotions as you pushed her away a little. She could sense your discomfort and tried to give you space, but the tension in the air was palpable. More when she needed to be close to you at all costs. Ellie couldn't help but feel a rush of vulnerability. She leaned into your touch tentatively, enjoying the warmth of your body against hers. Despite your initial resistance, Ellie found comfort in the intimacy between the two of you, cherishing these moments of closeness, or as she thought they were. Ellie enjoyed every inch of you, the way her oversized T-shirt looked on you, the boxers you stole from her, your glasses, your messy bun. She tried her best to hide herself on the crook of your neck—she was too flustered just by looking at you.

But you knew this—you knew her. And even if she’s a little mess for you, deep down you were enjoying every bit of this. Maybe falling for Ellie Williams isn’t that bad.

[hyunjincanraptoo]

hi hi did someone already suggest prompt #4? if not omg i hope you write it! i love your stuff🥹🫶🏻

Hi, baby!! Tysm, I like your writing as well 😚🫶 honestly this was my favorite to write so far (and if someone ask me for a part 2, I might do it... Just saying)

Update: I did part 2 hehe

This is from my prompt list. Pick a number and send it to my asks 😊

Warnings: smut

Word count: 1.9k

Alexa, play Are you bored yet? by Wallows

Sharing a hotel room with only one bed

The drive back from the beach trip had been filled with laughter, music, and warm sun, but as the sky darkened, so did the mood. The rain began to pour down, the windshield wipers struggling to keep up. You, along with your friends, had been caught off guard. What was supposed to be a peaceful return turned into an unexpected detour when your brother, Lee Minho, suggested stopping at a nearby motel.

Inside, it was crowded but warm, and everyone seemed eager to get out of the storm, “Five rooms please”. However, when the receptionist handed Minho the keys, there was a slight pause— only three rooms were available. The rest of your friends quickly split into groups, leaving you and Hyunjin alone in the small hallway. Without having much option, you shyly follow him to the bedroom.

You’ve known Hyunjin forever. He and your older brother have been best friends since you were six years old. And of course, you’ve always had a huge crush on him— your one and only crush. But you doubted he ever saw you as anything more than his best friend’s little sister. Hwang Hyunjin, who always had tons of casual girlfriends, the ones you secretly envied, the ones who made you believe he’d never look at you that way.

“Looks like it’s just us,” Hyunjin said, his voice cool and casual, but there was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he threw his bag on the bed. You stood by the door with your heart racing. Hyunjin had always been the cool guy, the one you admired from afar, and now here he was— sharing a room with you. The situation was awkward, but there was an undeniable tension in the air.

“I can sleep on the floor”, you offered, trying to hide the nervousness in your voice. But Hyunjin shook his head, his smile playful, “Nah, the bed’s big enough for both of us”. He unbuttoned his jacket slowly, his gaze never leaving you, "Besides, I’m a gentleman, I could never let a lady sleep on the floor". You swallowed, suddenly aware of how close you both were in the small space. The way his tank top clung to his muscles, the confident yet teasing way he spoke— it all made your chest tighten with desire.

As you unpacked, Hyunjin casually leaned against the wall, a glint of mischief in his eyes, “So, are you bored yet?”. You shrugged, trying to play it cool, but inside, your mind raced, “I don’t know. I guess we could find something to do” “How about a game?”, he suggested, his smirk growing, "Strip poker?"

Your eyes widened, “W- what?”. You knew the game, of course, but never in a million years had you imagined playing it with him. With Hyunjin, the guy who always made your heart beat faster just by being in the same room. He noticed your hesitation, but it only made his grin widen, “It’s just a game. Don’t worry. We’ll take it slow.” He winked, clearly enjoying your reaction.

You hesitated, your mind racing. On one hand, it was absurd.. On the other hand, it was the perfect opportunity to get closer to him. The rain was still coming down hard, and it wasn’t like you had many options, “Fine”, you agreed, your voice a little breathless, “But you’re going easy on me, right?”. He laughed.as if he was mocking you, “Oh, I definitely won’t go easy on you”

You both sat cross legged on the bed, the tension in the air palpable. The first round was simple, just a few pieces of clothing coming off, a few laughs. But with each card you drew, the tension grew a little more. You could feel his gaze on you, lingering, heated. When you lost a round, he really didn’t make it easy— his fingers brushed your skin as he pulled your shirt over your head, lingering just long enough to make your breath falter.

The game wasn’t about poker anymore— it was about him playing with you. About his eyes, dark and intense, as he watched you with that wicked smile. You lost another round, and your pants were next. You could feel his eyes on you like it was burning your skin.

Finally, you were both in nothing but your underwear. Hyunjin leaned dangerously closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, “I win. You’re mine now”.

Before you could say a word, his lips captured yours— hot, needy. The kiss was deeper than anything you’d ever felt, his mouth moving along yours with a hunger that made your knees weak. You barely registered when he rolled you beneath him, hands slipping beneath the fabric of your underwear, pushing it down your thighs in one single motion. He didn’t rush. His hands moved over your body like he’d waited forever for this, his fingertips exploring every curve, every inch of exposed skin, making you goosebump.

“You’ve wanted this, haven’t you?”, he murmured against your jaw, trailing kisses down your neck, slow and warm, sending heat to your core.“Yes”, you whispered, breath trembling, eyes fluttering shut under his touch, “I’ve wanted you since forever”. His body pressed against yours, firm and warm, and you felt his boner against your thigh— hard, thick, aching. His hands cupped your breasts, thumbs brushing over your sensitive skin, soft moans escaping from your lips as he took one into his mouth, tongue swirling slowly while his hand teased the other.

Then he leaned up, his breath heavy, “Turn around, he whispered, “Hands and knees, baby”.

You obeyed, your heart pounding, face flushed as you shifted to your hands and knees. The air was thick with tension and anticipation as he knelt behind you, large hands gripping your hips firmly. You felt the head of his cock teasing your entrance, sliding through your folds, wet with your arousal. He groaned low at the feeling, resting his forehead on your back for a moment.

The first thrust was slow, deliberate, as if he wanted you to feel every inch of him filling you. You gasped, fingers curling into the sheets. He gave you a moment to adjust before pulling back and thrusting again, this time deeper, harder. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the room, mixed with your whimpers and his breathy groans.

“Fuck, you feel so good”, he cursed, hips moving faster, rougher. His fingers dug into your hips, guiding you to meet his in each thrust. You pushed back against him, wanting more, needing more. His other hand slid around to your core, fingers finding your clit, rubbing slow circles that had your entire body trembling.

You moaned his name, voice breaking, and it only turned him on even more. His rhythm grew faster, the force behind each thrust leaving you breathless, eyes rolling back as the knot in your belly tightened with every stroke. You felt yourself spiraling, his name slipping from your lips like it was the only word you knew. “I’m close”, you gasped, trembling beneath him. “Me too”, he groaned, hitting your walls harder, chasing both your edges.

Your body gave in first— waves of pleasure crashing over you, blinding, pulsing through every nerve. You cried out, hips shaking as he kept moving, chasing his own release. With one final, hard thrust, he came with a deep moan, collapsing over your back, his breath hot against your nape.

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the room filled with the sound of your heavy breathing. Hyunjin eventually rolled off you, pulling you close into his arms, his lips brushing against your lips, “You’re perfect”, he whispered. But there was something in his tone, like he was trying to keep the moment a little longer.

“Hyunjin…”, you started, still feeling the heat in your chest, but you didn’t know what to say. You wanted to confess everything, all the feelings that had been bottled up for so long, but the words got stuck in your throat. He looked at you, his expression soft but with a hint of caution, “We’ll keep this a secret. I know Minho. He’s crazy about you. He’ll kill me if he finds out”

You laughed softly, the tension from before dissipating slightly, but there was still something left to say. But maybe it wasn't the moment yet. “Okay”, you whispered back, curling into him as the storm outside raged on, your body still tingling as a side effect of what had just happened.

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[reidrum]

hi lil headcanon: can’t stop thinking about how Spence sees the worst of humanity and lots of violence for his job so when he comes home to you he is extra gentle and savors your goodness and cherishes doing mundane things with you- tidying up and listening to his music, going on walking dates, holding you close literally always- he is extra protective of his beacon of peace and hope in humanity :,)

this is so post prison spencer coded

(i yapped again im so sorry)

following his release spencer reid would struggle to return to normalcy for some time after his whole life was turned upside down for months but the pockets of peace he creates with you he finds are essential to his well being.

your spencer reid wakes up early on the rare saturday mornings he has off making sure you’re still sleeping and sneaks off to the kitchen to make breakfast that will soon wake you up in a few hours with the wafting smell of waffles and coffee. he dons a ‘kiss the chef’ apron you ironically got for him that he unironically treasures deeply as he finishes plating the spread on the tray and bringing it back to the room.

maybe on saturday mornings you always go to the farmers market and you always buy a fresh bouquet of flowers because having them on sunday makes for a good omen for the coming week. and even on the saturdays spencer reid can’t be there you send pictures of the bouquet you picked out that day and it makes his heart so so happy. his favorite thing is when he tells you the significance of different flowers and they show up in the bunch the week after. if one day you don’t go to the farmers market or there just isn’t a bouquet in the house that day spencer reid absolutely cannot have that and so he goes out on his own curating the perfect bouquet of flowers because he’ll be damned if you don’t have your flowers!

i think he would also encourage you to ramble as much as he does because he loves hearing you talk, even if he knows nothing about it or it doesn’t make sense. like for someone who loves info dumping and telling people cool facts, spencer reid is much quieter around you because hearing you talk especially about things you love is so so special to him. he would trade his voice like ariel in the little mermaid if it meant he could hear you talk on and on about anything and everything for the rest of his life.

and like, because this is spencer reid there will be a time that something happens to you because of what he does (alexa play peace), kinda similar to matt and kristy when she’s held hostage at her work or derek and savannah when she gets shot. hotch has to physically keep him away from the scene because he’d be so close to losing it and risking everything by going solo but who can blame him when you, the other half of him that the prophecies say you’d spend your whole lives searching for but he was fortunate and grateful enough to find you so soon, could get hurt. he would harbor the same guilt hotch feels dating anyone after haley because after maeve spencer reid refuses to let anything take you away from him, but here he is putting you in a situation he caused because an unsub he put away has a grievance to settle.

and eventually you’re safe and back in the apartment with spencer reid and he’s just. in crisis mode. because he genuinely is not sure if he can handle something like that happening to you again. but he’s not even sure how to prevent that from ever happening. and he’s so proud of you for how brave you’re trying to be but it’s breaking his heart entirely to watch you do that for him, and he’s so sure he does not deserve your grace at all. so it’s not even a hard decision when he decides to increase his university teaching hours and step away from the bau just to be with you more.

because now you and spencer reid have more time to make flower bouquets at the farmers market every week. he’s bucket listed every museum up and down the eastern coast and fully intends on finishing it before the year ends. he carries a little trial size vial of your perfume in his satchel whenever he misses you a little too much, even when you’re just in the other room. spencer reid wants nothing more than to live a simple life with you, and after the world has dealt him too many bad cards, he’s more than grateful to get to hold these little moments of you close to mend his bruised heart.

[bullet-prooflove]

Fishtail: Jack Abbot x Reader

Tagged: @kmc1989 @dizzybee03 @noxytopy @flyinglama @yousigned-upforthis

Companion piece to:

The Asshole King - Jack discovers you have an unusual technique for dealing with patients.

Bob Dylan - You help Jack to relax after an incident at the hospital leaves him temporarily blind.

Because Of You - Jack realises he's starting to heal in more ways than one after you spend the day taking care of him.

Boston - You reflect on the past after your ex-husband makes an appearance on a trying day.

This God Damn Fucking Day - Jack steps into the fray with things get messy between you and you ex-husband.

Misdemeanour - Jack's forced to step in when you get arrested because of your ex-husband.

It takes Jack three hours to resolve your jail predicament with the security footage of Myrna destroying Richard’s Mercades. In that time he accomplishes two things. Getting the vandalism charges dropped and implicating your ex-husband in a crime because that asshole, he filed a false report by saying he saw you trash his car and the cops they don’t take that shit lightly.

You’re exhausted by the time he gets you back home, quiet, despondent. You head straight into the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind you and the shower turns on almost immediately. Jack understands the need for space after the day you’ve had, you’ve spent the best part of 16 hours in loud chaotic environments, you’re about due for a little peace.

He asks Alexa to play Fleetwood Mac’s ‘Rumours’ album on low as he takes out his Bob Dylan t-shirt and a pair of boxers for you to relax in. He lays them on your side of the bed before changing into sweatpants and settling himself against the headboard to read the med journal he hadn’t finished last night.

It’s an half an hour later you come out, wrapped in his robe, your damp hair falling across your features. You look so small in that moment, almost timid. This is what your ex-husband does to you, he off foots you, makes you unsure of yourself, of your value.

“Will you braid my hair for me?” You ask softly and he sets the journal back down on the nightstand.

“Of course.” He responds before he raises to his feet and the hair brush and hair ties off the dresser.

You’re already dressed in his clothes when he turns around, sitting in the middle of the bed, waiting patiently. He assumes the position behind you, using the brush to gently comb the tangles from your hair as you close your eyes and listen to the music.

“What are we thinking here?” He asks you, focusing on his task. “French, Fishtail, Dutch?”

“You choose.” You tell him because you’re too mentally fatigued to make any decision right now. Jack considers the pros and cons of each one before be begins sectioning off your hair for a fishtail braid because his niece Ella tells him it’s the most comfortable to sleep in.

The braiding started seven years ago before you were ever on the scene. He’d come home from his last tour to discover his brother wasn’t coping with life as a single parent. His wife had died whilst Jack was away and everything had fallen apart in the months after, he started drinking, kept drinking.

At the age of eleven Ella was trying to keep the house running and get herself to school while the bills stacked up on the kitchen table because her dad was too depressed to get himself out of bed.

Instead of renewing his contract with the military, Jack had retired to take care of his family because they were in crisis. He had picked up the job at The Pitt so he could be available for Ella during the day time, doing the school run, helping with dinner and her homework until his shift started at seven.  

He’d picked up being  a girl dad quickly, throwing himself into it the same way he did everything else. He attended her swim meets, cheering her on from the sidelines, watched countless Youtube videos to perfect his braiding skills and learned the lyrics to every Taylor Swift song because that’s what Ella liked to listen to. It’s him who ended up shopping for sanitary products, explaining each one to her so she knew her options when she got her first period.

It stays that way for a year before his brother Callum got himself squared away and started to stand on his own two feet again. Jack had spent hours showing him how to braid so he continue his handiwork when he was well enough.

Braiding time is when she tells you her secrets, he had told his brother, anything that’s bothering her, it all comes out then.

It’s the same with you, he’s learned over the years. Braiding, it’s an act of love, a way of showing he cares without words, that he’s here when you’re ready to talk.

“I’m going to report him.” You say quietly as he weaves the strands together. “If he did it to me, if he did it to Abby…”

You trail off but he understands the implication. There’s probably more out there, others that have been too cowed by Richard’s influence to come forward. That’s how men like him work, they fuck with your head, twist you up inside until you break.

“That’s not on you Faye.” He tells you as he ties off the end of your braid. “He married you, why wouldn’t you think it was love?”

He hates that man for what he did to you, for manipulating you into a relationship, for coercing you into a marriage. He and your mother forged an empire on your hard work, his with his celebrity rehab clinic, her with the reputation management of said celebrities. It was never about you, it was about what they could get from you, how they could use you up to further their agenda.

“Jack I need you to love me tonight.” You whisper. “I need you to show me…”

You need to know that his love is unconditional, that it doesn’t come with caveats.

“Food first.” He pressing a kiss to the back of your head, his hands lightly squeezing your shoulders. “Then I’ll spend the whole day showing you how loved you really are.”

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[bambikisss]

To make an album: K. HongJoong

(Bambi's ver!) Producer bf HJ X Famous singer reader

'To make an album, you need three things: a studio, a mic, and a damn good producer'

📙: You have been on the rise since your debut album almost 4 years ago. Now, your millions of fans are demanding a full album from you and the company is on you about finishing it before the deadline, giving you one big choice: who will produce your album?

⚠ : Unprotected sex (always wrap it up and keep it safe), Mentions of past poor producers, Sex in the studio, Multiple rounds, recording sex, car sex, use of handcuffs (reader), L bomb, use of mirror, Spanking, HJ calls reader names (baby girl, slut, puppy, baby), Slight Dumbification, slight degradation, pussy obsessed HJ, basically smut with barely plot, Producer HJ (whole warning)

🎶: Mushroom Chocolate - Quin ft 6lack, Lil Freak - Usher, Take Me -Miso, Gorilla - Bruno Mars

Bambi's notes: SO what happened was that I got carried away because producer HJ is a version of him I will NEVER get over lol. Smut with semi plot, not really.

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'Y/N L/N is set to release her long awaited full album in two months. Fans have been waiting for a full album from her since her debut almost 4 years ago. What kind of sound do you think she'll go for? Please let us know via social media at-'

"Alexa, turn this off." You ran your hands through your hair as you walked through your large apartment, your feet padding against the floor as you entered the kitchen. It was far too early to hear anyone talk about you, even if it was positive.

You raised to the tips of your toes as you grabbed your coffee bag from the cabinet, the dim morning light lighting the kitchen for you as you began to make your morning coffee. You had a long day in the studio ahead of you and knew you couldn't get by without any sort of caffeine.

You were at the top of your career after debuting 4 years ago. You had gained millions of fans and had put out award-winning singles and mini-albums. You even went on a sold-out tour a couple of months back.

However, while you were more than content with your singles and mini-albums, your fans had been getting vocal about wanting a full album from you, just like when you first came onto the music scene. You had put it off for as long as you could, not finding the process of making the full album interesting enough to hold your full attention. Plus, the producer who produced your debut album was an asshole, which made you unwilling to make another one. But, the company was now placing their foots down, not releasing any more of your music until you presented them with a full album.

You jumped lightly as you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back to rest against his chest. You relaxed at the feeling of his lips pressed against your cheek, a small hum leaving his lips as you rubbed his arms. You tilted your head back to admire the man who held you close, his dark brown hair still a mess from sleep. His eyes scanned your face as if you were a piece of art, the corners of his lips curling up as you smiled back at him. It felt like such a sweet moment between you and him, forgetting all about your problems.

"Did you make enough coffee for the two of us?" HongJoong's deep, sleep-laced voice made your smile grow as you loved how he sounded when he just woke up. You nodded, leaning forward to check the pot before turning around in his arms to face him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he placed a sweet kiss onto your forehead, his hands resting on your hips as he did so. "Good. How's the last 4 tracks of your album coming along?"

You frowned as he mentioned your album, placing a kiss on his lips as you tried to shut him up about it. It was bad enough that all the fans and the company were constantly asking you about it, you didn't want your boyfriend to ask you about it too, especially before your coffee.

HongJoong only chuckled at your attempt to silence him, pulling back to look down at you with knowing eyes. He knew you'd rather forget about it, but he wanted to help, especially since the company had their eyes on you. "Baby, you can't just kiss me whenever you want to shut me up, you know?" He laughed.

"I wasn't trying to shut you up, but I don't wanna talk about the album right now, baby." You smiled, moving to lean against the counter as HongJoong moved to grab you and him a mug for the coffee. He chuckled again, filling your mug with caffeine before sliding it over to you, a smile on his lips as he said "But we should talk about it, especially with that deadline you have coming up."

You took a sip of your coffee as he returned to stand in front of you, leaning against the opposite counter with a comforting smile. HongJoong knew about your past producer who treated you poorly when you were putting out your debut album. He had met you right afterward, so he understood when you didn't want anything to do with him unless it had to do with music. But, as time went on, you and him grew closer. Now you two had been dating for 2 years.

"Y/N, baby." HongJoong tilted his head to meet your gaze, offering you a comforting smile as he took a sip of his coffee before standing back up straight. Only when he is sure that he has your full attention does he ask "Did you find a producer yet?"

You hadn't. You had been writing and recording demos all by yourself, choosing to put off picking a producer till the very last second. You didn't know any other producers you trusted with a project like this. You shook your head, meeting your boyfriend's eyes over your coffee cup as you said "I'll probably just take whoever the company assigns to me to produce this."

To your surprise, HongJoong's eyes lit up at your words before he said "Well, let me produce it."

You narrowed your eyes over the mug of coffee at your boyfriend, trying to see what he meant by that. At your sharp and questioning gaze, he placed his mug down on the counter before saying "I'll produce your album." You and HongJoong had only worked on two other songs together, those two songs doing well on the charts and even winning awards. However, you wanted to keep your relationship and your music separate, but HongJoong wasn't having that. He placed his hands on your waist, a small pout on his lips as he asked "do you not have faith in me and my skills? I know what it takes to make a good album, you know."

"What do you need, HongJoong?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest as your boyfriend smirked, his hands moving to your thigh, his fingers playing with the edge of the large t-shirt you slipped on after your many rounds with him last night. His fingers slowly dragged up the sides of your thighs, small goosebumps being left in his wake as it moved underneath your shirt, cupping your ass as he spoke with confidence ''To make an album, you need three things: a studio, a mic, and a damn good producer''

You were no longer paying attention to his words, his lips grazing yours as he placed a small kiss onto the corners of your lips, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he pressed his chest against your folded arms. HongJoong lips dragged against your cheek to your ear, his hands moving up the small of your back as he spoke into your ear "plus, think of all the fun things we can do in the studio. I know you like riding me while I produce"

You bit your lip at the memory of you riding him in his studio while he tried to focus on producing: you had been missing him while on tour and was on break for a week when the company asked him to produce a song for Yunho. You had been begging him to just take an hour's break and come home to fuck you, but he was very insistent on finishing the song that night. He responded to your needy texts with a simple "If you want me that badly, you better come and get it."

"You were so wet for me, babe" You shivered as he placed a kiss onto your neck, his hands now moving back down to your ass, his finger dipping underneath the panty fabric to tease you before he whispered again "I remember that I had to cover your mouth while I bent you over my keyboard because you were so goddam loud, moaning and whining like a bitch in heat."

"HongJoong" you whispered, the desire in the air making you forget what the conversation was even about. You closed your eyes as your panties snapped back against you, his hands soon moving to grab the sides, teasing you by pulling them down slightly before snapping the fabric back against you. HongJoong smirked at the sight in front of him, his cock pressing against his thin boxers as he repeated his process a few more times till your hands were gripping the countertops. He had you right where he wanted you.

You closed your eyes as he leaned in close to your lips, hoping he would take mercy on you and just kiss you. You were soon filled with disappointment as his hands left your body, opening your eyes to see his proud orbs. He placed one of his hands underneath your jaw, making sure you kept your eyes on him as he said "just think about it, baby."

You sighed silently as he let go of your chin, grabbing his coffee cup before walking away to begin getting ready for his day. You took a deep breath, hoping to calm down as you looked outside your apartment windows. You pressed your legs together as you felt your wetness pool in your panties, your boyfriend's touch having lingering effects on you.

You thought about ambushing him while he showered, but your phone buzzed with a text from your manager, letting you know that she was on her way to pick you up and take you to the company so you could work on your album. You bit your lip, realizing that you had an hour to go get ready.

Today was going to be a long day.

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"No, he called me a bitch for not wanting too much autotune in my songs"

Your manager ran a hand through her hair as you denied another producer, sitting across from you in the meeting room at your company. She had a whole stack of worthy candidates to produce the album that you had worked with in the past, but you turned them all down. You had bad experiences with all of them that you didn't want to think about when you were working on an anticipated album.

Your manager called for a break so she could find another list of possible producers, sighing as you shot out of your seat and made your way to the doors. She called out to you before you could leave, a motherly look on her face as she said "Y/N, you have to let someone produce this album. You can't keep putting this off."

You nodded, walking out of the room silently. She was right, you couldn't keep putting it off, but you didn't want just anybody touching your tracks.

You ran your hands through your hair as you walked through the long hallway, looking for a practice room for you to record another song you had written. Maybe you could release an album full of demos?

Before you could enter the room, your eyes fell onto your boyfriend's studio down the hall. His door was covered in stickers that his visitors had placed there when they worked with him. The familiar feeling from this morning returned as you made your way to his studio, hoping to just get a glimpse of your boyfriend. You carefully opened his office to see him working on a track, his headphones snug on his head.

You smiled at the sight of your boyfriend producing, bouncing his head to the beat of the music while his fingers added to it. He was in his element and you found it incredibly sexy. You bit your lip as you closed the door behind you, making your way to him carefully as he continued to produce, not noticing you till you placed your hands onto his shoulders. His eyes glanced over at your manicured nails, smirking when he realized it was you.

He let your hands drag up his shoulders and neck, carefully taking off his headphones as he saved the track, knowing that he wouldn't be getting back to it for a while. He turned his chair around, looking up at you as you moved to his lap, both of you sighing as your warm, clothed pussy pressed against his clothed cock. He watched as you began to grind down against it, craving any sort of friction you could get. He gently grabbed your hips, helping you as he placed kisses along your neck.

"Did you think about what I said this morning?" He hummed against your neck, his tongue peaking out to lick your sweet spot, making you purr out "Hmm, what did you say this morning."

Your words were met with a bite from him, tsking as he pulled back to look at you, his hips meeting yours as you both ground against each other on his chair. "Don't tell me you didn't pay attention to me, baby. Or, were you distracted by something?" He played with you as he looked up at you, chuckling at your already fucked out looking state. He gently patted your cheek, licking his lips as he asked "Were you distracted, baby?"

At your nod, he let out a soft "aww," his voice laced with faux care as he unbuttoned your jeans, leaning down to place a kiss on your stomach as he looked up at you through his eyelashes. "I'm sorry baby, I'll make sure not to touch you when I'm talking to you"

You knew he wasn't really sorry, your hands running through his hair as his hands slid into the back of your jeans, pushing them down as much as he could. HongJoong loved it when you got distracted by his touch, loving the sight of you trying to remember what he was talking about while he picked you up from his lap, smirking at the wet patch that was on his own jeans.

"I was talking to you about me producing your album, baby," he said, unbuttoning his jeans as you took off your jeans and shirt, now standing before him in nothing but a thin thong and bra. You let out a playful "Oh? Were we really?" as you turned around, bending over as you pulled down your panties. You made a show out of it, smirking when you heard your boyfriend's breath hitch. You bit your lip as his hands made contact with your ass, his hands massaging the globes of your ass before he stood behind you, his cock slipping in between your thighs, making you moan softly.

"Yes, we were talking about me producing it. You need to learn to focus, babe." He hummed, pressing a kiss to the bottom of your neck while his hands moved up your sides slowly to your hair, his fingers making a ponytail out of your hair. Once he was satisfied, he kicked your legs apart further, making you lean forward to place your hands onto the couch he had in his studio as he spit down onto his cock, his spit coating the head of his thick cock before slowly pushing into you.

"Oooh, that's it baby" he groaned deeply, closing his eyes as your wet pussy welcomed him back in warmly. HongJoong couldn't get enough of your pussy, always wanting to be balls deep in you whenever he could be, even if you two of you weren't fucking. He swore he felt his brain turn off as he began to fuck you, his eyes shut tightly as fucked you. You gripped the couch as he fucked you, his cock stretching you out perfectly as you moaned into the couch. At the sound of your muffled moans, he pulled on your hair, tugging you so your back was arched, your head no longer on the couch as he drilled his cock into you.

You tried to keep quiet as he praised you through your moans, even lifting one of his legs to the couch so he could drill his cock deeper into you at an angle. He had you seeing stars in no time, panting out his name and moaning as he fucked you.

HongJoong soon pulled out of you, making you whine at the loss of his cock and back your ass up to where you thought he was. You were met with a hard spank to your ass, making you moan as your boyfriend dropped to his knees behind you, kissing your puffy pussy before whispering "hush baby, lemme taste you, then you can ride my cock till I fill you up."

You moaned at the thought, your moans only growing as HongJoong's tongue licked your pussy, flattening his tongue against you before sucking on your lips. You reached behind you to grab his hair, pulling him closer to your pussy as his hands gripped the flesh of your ass, spreading you for him to eat you.

One of the things you loved about him was how loud HongJoong got when he ate you out: you could vividly hear every time he sucked, licked, and spat back into your pussy. You bit your lip as he moaned lewdly into your pussy, his secret desires and your praises being moaned into your wet pussy, the vibrations making you shake. After one long lick, he pulled back, helping you to stand up (more like he held you while you leaned against his body) before leading you to his chair, sitting down on it before he pulled you down onto his lap.

You instantly knew what to do, sinking down on his cock with a pleasure-filled sigh. You began to grind down as his hands returned to your hips, guiding your hips to spell whatever he wanted. "You still haven't answered me, princess, come on." Your eyes snapped to meet his dark ones, your bottom lip quivering as you tried to remember what the hell he was talking about.

HongJoong tsked at your fuzzy memory, shaking his head before saying "I know you're in heat, baby, but you should at least be able to remember what I just said. Don't tell me my cock is stopping you from thinking." He leaned forward, biting your shaking bottom lip as he began to fuck up into you, pulling back as you moaned loudly, tossing your head back as he clicked his tongue. He suddenly stopped, smirking when you began to whine and try to move again, his grip on your hips tightening, warning you. "Look at me, baby, meet my eyes."

You did as you were told, his head falling back against the head of his chair as he opened his legs a little wider to make it more comfortable and to firmly plant his feet against the floor. "Tell me, baby, what were we talking about?"

Your brain once more short-circuited as his thumb began to rub small circles on your clit as your thought, your boyfriend's lips soon wrapping around your nipple as you stumbled out "You producing my album?"

"There we go, baby" HongJoong praised, helping you resume riding him as he fucked up into you. He watched as your face contorted to show pleasure, your head now tossed back as you eagerly rode his cock, making him moan. "That's my smart baby, huh? She may be a slut in heat, but she knows what's important, right?"

"Yes, yes" you moaned, HongJoong lips returning to your nipple with a soft "good girl." You let his words motivate you to move faster, no longer even registering that you were in his studio in the company with an album that was due soon. Nothing else mattered when he fucked you so well.

"Hmm, so what about what I said this morning, baby? Are you going to make the right decision and let me produce your album?" He hummed against your breasts as he moved faster, watching as you bounced faster to match him. He could tell you were about to cum and that he was getting close too, his own moans growing to match yours. It made him glad he soundproofed his studio that morning.

You nodded at his words, desperate to agree to whatever he wanted so you could cum, his lips crashing into yours as you both came. You held him close as you both kissed, your tongues locking in the kiss as you both ground against each other, both of your cum mixing and leaking out of you onto his cock, balls, and even a bit on the chair. Once you both had calmed down, you placed your head onto his shoulder as you took a deep breath, your eyes closed as HongJoong turned the chair around to face his setup, his hands running through your hair as he whispered "Whenever you're ready, baby, we can get started recording the tracks. We got an album to make."

Yes, the two of you did.

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"Looks like you found your main producer, huh?"

You smiled as you held your glass of champagne, turning to look at your boyfriend. HongJoong was across the party with his own glass of champagne, his custom-fitted dark purple velvet suit against his body while his freshly bleached hair was styled perfectly. He was talking to someone else, but with the feeling of your eyes on him, he suddenly made eye contact with him.

Throughout the whole album-producing process with him, you both had not been able to keep each other's hands off each other, fucking multiple times all around his studio.

"Yes, I did." Your eyes drank in the way HongJoong leaned against the wall, his eyes doing the same as walked around that night. HongJoong couldn't wait till the two of you got home, excited to rip off your short, dark purple dress that hugged your body perfectly. His eyes moved up your legs and thighs, his body heating up knowing what was between your thighs. He felt like he could pounce on you at any minute, not caring if everyone watched as he fucked you on the table. In fact, that was on his bucket list.

"Baby?" You turned around to see HongJoong now behind you, his lips still puffy from the make-out session you two had in the hallway 30 minutes ago. "I think it's time we go, Y/N. The party is winding down and I have another surprise for you at the apartment." A surprised "Oh really?" left your lips at his words, not expecting him to have a surprise for you waiting at the house. Before you could try and ask for hints, HongJoong's hand interlocked with yours, pulling you from the party. You tried your best to keep up with his fast walk as he walked outside, unlocking the car you and he shared before he opened the back door. You looked at it with confusion, HongJoong's only response being "Get in the backseat, baby. It'll all make sense later."

You sat in the backseat as he climbed in the front seat, the car ride silent as he sped home. You bit your lip as your eyes fell on your boyfriend's hands as they gripped the steering wheel, his veins popping out from how tightly he was holding it. Your eyes moved from his hands up his body, noticing how fast his chest was rising and falling. Your eyes soon looked into the rearview mirror, meeting HongJoong's hard gaze. You hadn't noticed that he was looking at you throughout the car ride, biting your lip as you spread your legs, giving the mirror and your boyfriend a perfect view of your soaked panties.

When HongJoong glanced into the mirror once again and saw your new position, he swore he almost pulled over right then and there. He smirked, glad to see that you were just as horny as he was for you. He reached back to touch your knee as his other hand stayed on the wheel. His eyes never left the road, but his voice let you know that he was still watching you.

"Why don't you run a pretty finger up your panties for me, baby? Tell me how wet you are for me" You did as you were told, dragging your fingers up your clothed pussy, shivering at how your panties stuck to you. "You're so wet, aren't you baby? Just a few more minutes, then we'll be back home. I'll take good care of you, I promise, just keep yourself wet for me."

You nodded, feeling a jolt of excitement rush through you at what was about to happen.

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"Joong, please" You closed your eyes as HongJoong ripped open the door to the car, his knees meeting the floor of the car in an instant at the sound of your voice. HongJoong has made you touch yourself over your panties constantly, not letting you give yourself any relief. He parked in a spot in the parking garage that was hidden from everyone else and from the security camera, making sure that no one could interrupt you two. He closed the doors behind him as he cooed at you, promising to ease your pussy's ache as he placed kisses along your inner thighs, moving closer to you.

He soon hooked his fingers into your ruined panties, tugging down the fabric. He had to pause when he saw a string of your arousal connect with the panties, making him look away to ensure that he didn't cum in his pants. He wanted you to have all of his cum, not wanting to waste a drop.

He finished removing your panties, placing the fabric into his pocket before he took in a shaky breath; it wasn't out of nerves, but to control himself. He spread your legs as wide as they could go, biting his lip at the view of your spread pussy. "Such a wet and naughty pussy. Did you want me as much as I wanted it, baby?" You nodded as he leaned in, licking a long, slow stripe up your pussy. Both of your loud moans mixed in the car as he repeated his motion, slurping up any more wetness that leaked from you with urgency.

HongJoong soon sped up, his licks moving faster as he pushed a finger into you, curling it as his tongue played with your clit. He loved watching how you rode his tongue and fingers when he ate you out, wanting more of him as he drowned in your pussy. He licked up his wrist, catching more juices before his tongue replaced his fingers, making your hands rush into his blonde hair, your back arching against the car seat as you came and squirted. HongJoong moaned loudly, cussing as he cleaned you up. You lay limp against the seat as he finally pulled back from your pussy, moving up the seat to stand in front of you.

"Talk to me, baby. Let me know you're still here with me" he cupped your face as he spoke, his thumbs rubbing along your cheeks as he waited for you to come down. When you finally nodded, he smiled before pressing a small kiss to your forehead. "There you are, baby. You came so much for me."

You smiled at his praise, reaching for his cock that was now pressing against his velvet pants, HongJoong's hand gently grasping your wrist to stop you. "Not right now, baby, not in here. Lemme move the car closer to the elevator and take you up to the apartment." You pouted as he got out of the car to move to the front seat, meeting your eyes in the mirror as he said "trust me, baby."

You trusted him as he moved the car to park in front of one of the elevators before helping you inside. When you both finally made it inside the apartment, you had to pause at the doorway.

The apartment was decorated with tons of flowers and heart balloons, led candles were lit all around the place. It looked so romantic. You turned to HongJoong as he locked the front door and removed his shoes, an obvious smile on his face as he walked past you. "Did you do all of this, Joong?" You followed him into the living room, smiling as he finally faced you with a smile on his face. "Of course I did. My girlfriend put out an album despite not choosing me two weeks before it was due" You rolled your eyes playfully as he pulled you close to him, smiling as he placed a kiss on your cheek. "But, I did this to show how proud of you I am, Y/N. I mean that."

You smiled as he kissed you again, the kiss this time sweet as you cupped the back of his neck as he began to lead you down the hallway, stumbling with you into walls. When you both finally reached the bedroom, the kiss had intensified to the point where your tongues were caressing each other. HongJoong pressed you roughly against the door, his hands moving around your body before he ripped down the front of your dress, shoving his face in between your tits as he picked you up. You moaned his name as he carried you to the bed, laying you down on it with ease before he pulled back, standing up.

For the first time that evening, you saw HongJoong's desire in his eyes fully. He looked at you as he began to unbutton his suit, commanding you to watch when you tried to move closer. His eyes drunk in your sprawled-out body on the bed before he removed his jacket, making his way into the closet that was adjacent to the bed. You kicked your heels off as you watched HongJoong toss the velvet jacket onto the floor carelessly before he roughly separated some hanging clothes. He leaned into the clearing he made before he took out a dark blue box that was covered in stickers and had a ribbon on it.

That dark blue box was your and HongJoong's sex box. HongJoong called it 'Joong's box', a play on Pandora's box. Inside the box contained anything either one of you had bought to use during sex, having decorated the box so if anyone saw it, they wouldn't think anything of it.

When HongJoong turned to exit the closet, the two of you made eye contact for a brief moment, and you felt your body shiver. He looked so far gone, not even recognizing the depth of desire he had for you. He gently removed the ribbon as he approached the bed, his thumb flicking off the top of the box as he stood in front of you. He smirked as he looked through the box, picking what he wanted to use on you tonight before he placed the box down onto the nightstand.

He moved you to your knees, allowing your hands to run up and down the fabric of his pants before you began to unbutton his pants, eager to get a taste of him as he fiddled with the box. As you pushed his pants down his thighs, your eyes zeroed in on his cock as HongJoong soon pulled out something from the box, placing them on the bed before he moved to grab the box top. You took the opportunity while he put the box back to see what he took out, moaning softly at what he picked out.

Sitting on the bed next to you was a black cannon camera and a pair of fuzzy red handcuffs. You bit your lip as he returned, picking up the camera to inspect it. "I think there's enough memory in here for tonight, don't you baby? I mean, we are celebrating."

You watched as he positioned the camera on the nightstand to get the perfect angle of you and him before pressing record, leaning down to give you also a sweet kiss. His lips gently rolled with yours as he kissed you, taking all the air from your lungs as he held the back of your neck, keeping you in the kiss. His hands slowly moved down the back of your dress, dragging the zipper down with him as he did so. "Are you going to be good tonight, Y/N? Say it loud enough for the camera to hear, baby girl."

"I'll be good for you, HongJoong. I'll always be good for you" you moaned as he bit your bottom lip, a proud smirk on his lips as he pulled back. "Of course you'll be good for me, baby. That's all a dumb puppy in heat like you wants, huh? Just my cock pleasing you?" HongJoong watched as you nodded, pushing down his boxers with a proud smile lacing his lips.

"Yeah? Come get your cock then, baby. I know you've been craving it since we got home." You rushed to give his cock a few pumps as your tongue dragged along his tip, gathering his precum on your tongue as he leaned over to grab the camera, holding it in one hand as another hand went into your hair, pushing you down onto his cock. You and HongJoong closed your eyes as you began to bob your head, your hand pumping what you couldn't take as he tossed his head back, offering you praise through his moans. When you couldn't meet his eyes, you looked into the camera, doing whatever it took to hear him curse and moan your name.

HongJoong tossed his forward, forcing himself to watch as you bobbed your head on his cock. He then leaned over to place the camera back on the nightstand before the hand that was in your hair pulled you off his cock, some of your saliva mixed with his precum dropping from your lips as he tilted your head back. He smirked at the sight before leaning beside you, grabbing the handcuffs while you pressed kisses to the side of his face, desperate for him.

"Place your hands behind you, baby." You did as you were told, looking up at him as he handcuffed your hands behind you, stopping you from being able to feel him. You whined softly, about to complain when you felt a sharp sting on your ass, the spank echoing in the room as HongJoong hissed "Shut it."

You nodded as he eased you down on the bed so your head was hanging off the edge while the rest of your body rested on the bed, his hands moving to knee your breasts as he positioned his cock at your mouth. "You shouldn't need your hands to take my cock baby. No, baby girl, you're a pro." He moaned as he pushed into your mouth, gripping your breasts as he began to fuck your throat. You gurgled around his cock as he used your mouth, your hands gripping the sheets as he continued to speak.

"No, my baby is a slut. My baby knows how to take some cock, especially when it's mine. You even made a whole song about sex with me, didn't you?" HongJoong asked, his voice now deeper than usual as he pulled out of your mouth, looking down at you with dark eyes.

Near the end of producing your album, you had chosen to get inspiration from your many nights in the studio with your boyfriend and write a bonus track. When HongJoong heard it, he fucked you all around the studio in one night. To say HongJoong liked it was an understatement.

You nodded as he turned you over onto your stomach, cupping your jaw as he fed his cock into your mouth, resuming his rough pace as he moaned. "Wrote a whole song surrounding getting me cock, didn't you, baby? Fuck, and when everyone hears it, they're going to wonder who you're singing about, not knowing that you were on your producer's cock while you sang about riding it."

You couldn't help but moan louder at his words, grinding down against the bed for comfort. With the sight of you grinding against the bed, your moans, and his own words working him up, HongJoong pulled out to cum all over your lips and chin with a loud moan of your name. You gently licked your lips as HongJoong calmed down, his still hard cock pressing against his stomach as he finally opened his eyes to look at you. He smiled at the sight before his thumb moved along your lips, cleaning you off before he grabbed a towel, wiping off your face fully.

HongJoong uncuffed you before he got on the bed next to you, his hands helping you move to your back as he slowly pushed into you. You whined, wrapping your legs around his waist as he leaned down to place his elbows onto either side of your head as he met your eyes. His eyes we not as dark as before, but softer as he slowly moved his hips. His hands soon intertwined with yours as he began to rock his hips to meet yours, placing small kisses around your face. "I know you're tired baby, just one more for me, ok? God, you're so perfect."

"One more" you purred against his lips, making him moan at your true fucked out state. He nodded, moaning against your lips "yeah, one more for me, baby. Fuck, I love you."

You felt your heart swell at his words, whispering that you loved him too as you both got lost in each other. HongJoong pressed his forehead against yours as he moved, pressing small kisses to your nose whenever he could before he moved to stuff his face into your neck. He felt his body heat up as he felt his climax approached, his breath now short as he let out a broken moan of your name as if he was calling out to you.

"Y/N...baby, I'm so close for you, I love you so goddam much" he moaned, moving to see your face as he moved faster, wanting to watch you fall apart. "Say my name, baby. Say my name while you cum for me. Let everyone know who you love"

"HongJoong," Your eyes rolled back as you came, your name leaving HongJoong's lips as he came with you, his hands slipping from yours to hold your face in a deep kiss as he shook. You wrapped your arms around him as you both rolled over onto your sides, the kiss slowing down to simple pecks. You both panted against each other's lips, holding each other as you both slowly came down.

HongJoong was the first one to move, standing up to go grab a towel before returning to you with shaky legs, both of you laughing when he fell onto the bed. He gently cleaned you up, whispering more praises to you and your pussy before he pulled you to his chest, rubbing your sides.

"So, you love me, huh?" Your question made your boyfriend of two years blush before turning away, making your smile grow. You moved to place your hands onto his shoulder, making him face you once more before you said "I love you, HongJoong. I wrote a whole damn album about you, so don't be the one getting embarrassed"

Your words made HongJoong smile and laugh, nodding before pulling your back down into his embrace, smiling at you snuggle into him. "How do you think your album is doing on the charts right now?" He asked, grunting as he stood up with you in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom. You hummed against his shoulder, shrugging as he placed you on the toilet before going to turn on the shower.

HongJoong handed you your phone as he went into the bedroom, letting you check while he gathered shower stuff. When he returned, you had a bright smile on your face. "Number one everywhere and trending. Everyone is complimenting me and the producer."

Your words make your boyfriend laugh, placing the towels, lotion, and clothes onto the bathroom sink before he aimed the black camera to face the shower, making you smirk. "Why'd you bring the camera in here, baby?"

HongJoong smirked as he helped you to your feet, walking back into the shower with you as he said "I'm help you get inspiration for your next album. That's what a good producer does, baby. And, you're lucky, because you have one of the best helping you. Now, make sure you're loud enough for the camera baby, this all might be useful for another secret track."

Bambikisss | 2024

[soobnny]

classmate au | park sunghoon

❝ what do you have for lunch today? ❞

heeseung | jay | jake | SUNGHOON | sunoo | jungwon | ni-ki

alexa play 0x1=lovesong

in your head, he’s the love interest with 0 interest in you🥲😢😢😢😢

it’s bc he’s so DAMN famous in your school

yes he’s your classmate .. ltrly in the same room but u cannot make conversation with him

he sleeps in class when he can like he will be DOZED OFF !!!!

nobody rly approaches the pretty boy

you’ve heard he’s rejected a handful of people before

you wont make a move for sure

so why does Park Sunghoon drag his seat so he’s sitting adjacent of you

why is he pulling out his lunch box and putting it on ur little table

WHY IS HE EATING WITH YOU

you don’t say anything when he does it

and he doesn’t say anything either

honestlyyyy…. it’s a little awkward like wtf is happening rn this is a Simulation

BUT you’re eating lunch together

and guess what

it becomes a constant thing too 😭

like he’d just silently drag his seat and you know he’s on his way to your table to eat lunch

is it because you’re one of the few people who eat in the room instead of the canteen??

tbh WHO CARES

unattainable campus crush park sunghoon is in front of you and eating lunch with you for some reason

it makes ur heart go crazy becos !!???!!!

he doesn’t rly acknowledge anyone

it’s bc he’s always busy being exempted for some competition

he finally starts talking to you when he sees you watching a yuzuru hanyu video during one of your little lunch sessions

tbh it was just a small video on tiktok that u scrolled by and returned to bc wow that spin was so cool

it’s when he starts making convo that u find out he’s actually SO funny and so unhinged

he’ll start laughing to himself 😕😕

also will tell the most UNFUNNY dad jokes

you only laugh because his laugh is so loud and so unrestrained

tho you do tell him his jokes are horrible

and he makes everyday a mission to tell you a joke that’ll genuinely make you laugh

it becomes your thing

he’ll just randomly show up in front of u and start cracking the most terrible joke

“rip boiling water. you will be mist!”

cue his laughter

you: 😐😐😐 not funny didn’t laugh

then sunghoon becomes more of a friend… not some unattainable crush figure !!! a friend !!!

some of his favorite things to do with you are watching videos during lunch AND sharing earphones while you listen to music

your fyp on tiktok now is both of ur shared interests

you even have a folder on each of ur phones for tiktoks u wanna share to each other that u pass by when u aren’t together

no he doesn’t send u the link like a normal person

sunghoon waits until class to show u so he can see ur reaction face to face

and the whole listening to music ??? u’ll just be seated side by side and staring into the distance sometimes

spacing out is wonderful <3

so now instead of sleeping .. he’ll just offer u an earbud so you can put it in your ear and listen to him

has a secret playlist for u (u don’t know this)

the photo for the playlist is the only photo u have together btw

it was when u were checking ur face on ur front cam and he just suddenly appeared in the back with a peace sign

it’s adorable

he bugged u to airdrop the photo 9284 times that day bc u refused to at first

it’s so 180 the way you suddenly become friends with him !!!!!

another thing he does is laugh at how you enjoy playing candy crush, calling you a grandma as if he doesn’t act like an old man

and then he gets so invested when you let him try

will cheat to get more lives and fuck up your time settings on your phone

btw he always talks about you A LOT 😭

his friends will know everything about you before you even meet them

“so, what level are you in candy crush?”, jake would ask the first time you meet

“excuse me, what??”

“sunghoon talks about you aaaall the time, it’s getting a little silly. like i know your go-to order at a cafe.”

“yeah like isn’t ur favorite color ___”

u look at sunghoon like ?????? and he just has a guilty smile on his face

but he doesn’t deny anything

you’d be shocked to suddenly see him as your seatmate one day like he rly switched with the person sitting next to you

laughing at your test paper scores together is also a fun little activity the two of u do

and then crying as you cram study in one of ur homes or on call when it gets too late

“hey can u help me with this chemistry question”

“ok give me a minute”

would open up those white board apps and screenshare his phone to start helping u with a part he understands but u don’t

he was 828283 screenshots of ur calls together

btw you CANNOT go to the library

you know that if you go to a library together … yall are NOT studying 😭

also u enjoy just shooting each other questions back and forth before the test

u would also probably come up with ways on how to cheat im sorry like u guys will have this whole grand scheme only to chicken out of it when u actually take the test

anyways

one day, you ask him why he had suddenly started eating lunch with you

bc like !!!! u’re happy he did but why so suddenly yknow

you’re grateful tho bc now u have someone to text like 25/8 and call whenever u’re bored

BUT U WANNA KNOW WHY. what started it

“i don’t know... i’ve always wanted to talk to you. you’re always so funny in class”

“and you didn’t say anything because??”

“i was gonna say something then i totally chickened out and then it was too late to say anything…. thank god for yuzuru hanyu.”

asks u to be his gf while teaching u figure skating for the first time

bc u finally ask him like dude why r u ALWAYS absent from classes

he’s like oh no biggie i’m ltrly just an athlete that competes in national events 😹😹😹

WTF !!!!!!!!

u knew he was competing in something but he never mentioned Figure Skating before

he is a fraud of a Friend

“sunghoon what does our friendship actually mean to u … WHERE IS THE LOVE”

but then he’ll go .. “want me to teach you?”

he’s forgiven now

“teach me figure skating??”

“yes” and he’s SOOOOO excited about it

he helps you find which skates to wear like he makes sure u have right size so ur feet don’t hurt

doesnt let u borrow those polar bears to hold onto

he can be ur polar bear

tho, when u do get tired .. he finally rents one and lets u sit on it while he pushes u around

it’s so much fun

except for when you fall

tho … it’s important for me to tell you that when you fall on your butt, he has heart eyes

and he holds your hands the entire time

he asks u to be his gf when you skate ur way across the rink without his help

sunghoon got so happy he just blurted it out

“be mine”

BYEEEEEE ofc u say yes

tho u think he’s joking at first

he does repeat it when you eat ramen after .. he’ll be like r u actually fr ??? did u actually say yes to me ??? u wanna deal with my jokes forever ??

oh dear

you should invite yuzuru hanyu to your wedding honestly 😭 thank u to ur fyp

note. credits to user @.luvknow for the layout of this post! last of the series, let me know what you think!

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[firewasabeast]

Twelve Christmases

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read below or on ao3

Day 9: 2020

When Tommy walked into his house he immediately knew something was wrong.

Mostly due to the large quantity of boxes near the front door. Last time he checked, he wasn't moving.

He dropped his duffel and continued into the living room, where the sound of Africa by Toto echoed through the house.

“Whatcha doing, Joe?” Tommy asked, causing the man closing up a box on the floor to jump.

He stared at Tommy, wide eyed. “Alexa, turn off!” The music shut off quickly, leaving the two of them in uncomfortable silence. “I- I didn't think you'd be home for another hour.”

“It was weirdly quiet today so they let me leave a little early.” Tommy crossed his arms over his chest. “What are you doing, Joe?”

“Tommy, I... It's not you, okay, it's-”

Tommy snorted, shaking his head. “You were, what, gonna leave without even telling me? Have me come home to an empty house and you're just gone?”

Joe sighed, stepping closer to Tommy. As he did, Tommy took a step back. “Tommy, it's- we rushed into this. We both know that. It was fun, for a while, but it's... I don't know, it's not the same.”

“I didn't even know anything was wrong, Joey!” Tommy exclaimed. He reached out and flipped the top of an open box. “You weren't gonna at least try to explain yourself first?”

“I really didn't expect you to be surprised!” Joe replied, his voice rising now as well. “We barely see each other, Tommy! We both have weird schedules, rarely eat a meal together, and half the time I wake up you're asleep in the guest bedroom!”

“Because I don't want to wake you when I get home late! I was trying to let you sleep.”

“I'd rather sleep with my partner!”

Joe breathed in slowly, then held his hands up in surrender. “Tommy, I- you only asked me to move in because of covid-”

“No, I asked you to move in because I wanted to be with you and I was pretty sure you felt the same way.”

“I do, Tommy.”

Tommy scoffed, turning away and heading for the kitchen. Joe followed behind him.

“Hey, I do- did feel the same! But we'd only known each other for a few months, Tommy, and then covid happened and I agreed to move in because I wanted to get to see you but I didn't think it through. We didn't think it all through!”

Tommy opened the fridge, reaching in for a beer. He popped the lid and took a sip, then set it on the counter. He stayed quiet, staring down at the glass bottle.

“Aren't you gonna say anything?” Joe asked.

Tommy shrugged. “Not really sure what you want me to say, Joe, you didn't even want me to know you were leaving.”

Joe brought a hand to the back of his neck, trying to massage away the tension. “Listen, I- I want you to be happy, Tommy. I do care about you and I lo- I like you, but this has not been a relationship for a while. I was lying in bed the other night, alone, and I realized I don't know anything about you. You don't talk about your family, I've never met a single one of your friends or co-workers, I don't know anything about how you grew up or what you did before you became a firefighter.”

“I told you, I was a-”

“I know,” Joe interrupted. “A pilot in the army. That's all I ever got.” Joe moved around the counter to get closer to Tommy. Hesitantly, he reached out and put his hand over Tommy's forearm. “Tommy, you are a wonderful person,” his grip tightened when Tommy rolled his eyes and went to walk away. “No, I'm serious. You're a good listener, you're attentive, thoughtful, funny, and a bitch in the best way, but it's not. It's not what I need. And when you let yourself think about it, I'm not what you need either.”

With his free hand, Tommy fidgeted with his beer bottle. “Great day to choose to move out,” he grumbled.

“You don't even celebrate Christmas, Tommy,” Joe replied, his voice staying calm but firm. “Honestly didn't think you'd care about what particular day it was.”

Joe wasn't totally wrong, Tommy did make his hatred of Christmas well known. But what he didn't know was Tommy asked if he could leave a little early. He planned on making them a nice dinner, just like the one his mom used to make. He wanted to try and have a good Christmas for the first time in a long time. He'd even bought Joe a gift. Tucked into his pocket were reservations to a cabin in northern California. He planned on flying them there himself. They'd be going for Valentine's.

Tommy felt hot, and overwhelmed, and like the house was too small and too big all at once. His eyes were starting to get a little blurry and he desperately needed to get out of there.

“I'm gonna go for a walk,” he said, clearing his throat. He freed himself from Joe's grasp and wiped at his eyes, hurrying toward the door with his head down. “I'll be a couple hours, probably. I'll, um, I'll see ya, Joey.”

He managed to get out and shut the door behind him, part of him hoping that Joe would follow. Chase after him. Yell for him to come back, for them to talk, to fight, to figure this out.

But he didn't.

And Tommy walked.

He walked and walked and walked until the sun had set and all the streetlights came on.

Then he went back to a quiet house. A spare key on the kitchen counter as his only reminder that, for eight months, he wasn't here alone.

[ray4hotchner]

Bliss

❀ 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: aaron hotchner x reader

❀ 𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: A short drabble of Aaron being a girl dad🤍

❀ 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 1k

❀ 𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: Hey, my loves🥰 I just saw this video and immediately thought of Aaron and had to write something short and cute. Thank for reading and let me know what you think. Comment if you want to be tagged in other Aaron fics🤍

❀ 𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕔𝕔: @iyv-ray24

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It was one of those lazy Sundays. Aaron sat at the kitchen table, engrossed in his laptop as he tackled his emails. Jack, meanwhile, diligently worked on his science project at the kitchen island. You had just placed a Sunday roast dinner and a pumpkin pie into the oven before joining Jack to help him with his model of the solar system.

The kitchen was filled with a delicious aroma, accompanied by soft music playing in the background. The dark, rainy fall weather outside only added to the cozy ambiance of the room. Even after four years of marriage, you couldn't believe that this was your life now—your home, your family.

Little footsteps echoed through the house as Violet, your 3-year-old daughter, joyfully entered the kitchen. She proudly displayed the fourth outfit she had changed into in the last hour, undoubtedly leaving her room in quite a mess. But that was a problem for later. No one was going to stop her now, especially not when she was so enthusiastically staging a runway show for the entire family. She loved the attention she received from everyone and erupted into giggles whenever she got enough compliments.

Now in a pink, flowy dress, she gracefully walked up to you and her brother, performing a little spin while awaiting your verdict.

"Wow, Vi, this is the best one yet," exclaimed Jack, making his little sister giggle.

"He's absolutely right, sweetheart. This dress looks so pretty," you chimed in. Violet skipped over to her father to bask in some more of his attention. As she approached, he promptly pushed his laptop aside and turned his full attention toward her.

"Oh wow, look at this adorable little princess," he exclaimed.

She twinkled her eyes at him, tugging at the hem of her dress and performing a delicate curtsy before asking, "Will you dance with me daddy?"

"Of course, my angel," he replied, rising to his feet, which prompted giggles from Jack and you in the background. She had him so wrapped around her tiny fingers that he couldn't deny her anything.

"Can you hold me and spin really fast?" she asked sweetly as he lifted her into his arms.

"Of course, pumpkin. What song do you want?"

"Tangled!" Of course, 'Tangled' was her favorite Disney movie, and she never went to sleep without her Pascal stuffy.

"Alexa, play 'I See the Lights,'" Aaron said, and the soft melody began to fill the kitchen. They both started singing and swaying to the music, while you and Jack watched them with big smiles on your faces.

Seeing them together made your heart swell with love. You had known that Aaron was an amazing father from the moment you met him years ago. His gentleness and affection toward Jack had only deepened your love for him.

After getting married, Jack insisted on wanting a sibling, and you were confident that Aaron would be wonderful with your child too. However, he exceeded all your expectations.

Aaron had even reduced his workload to support you during and after the pregnancy and when they found out it was going to be a baby girl, both he and Jack had erupted with excitement.

Jack stood up, turned towards you, and extended his hand, asking, "Mom, may I have this dance?"

"How could I say no to such a handsome prince?" you replied, rising and taking his hand. Jack had grown so much taller since the time you first met him, when Aaron introduced you as his girlfriend. Now, he was a teenager and almost as tall as you, clearly taking after his dad in height.

Now, all of you were twirling around in the kitchen, and as your eyes met Aaron's, all you could see was pure love and bliss. The song was coming to an end when the oven timer went off.

"Thank you for the dance, my love," you said, kissing Jack on the head before walking over to the oven.

Aaron did one last, big spin with Violet in his arms, causing her to laugh cheerfully. With a big kiss on her cheek, he gently set her down, and she instantly ran over to her brother, clearly not finished with dancing.

The two siblings continued dancing while you pulled the pie out of the oven and checked on the chicken.

Aaron came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He buried his face in your neck, leaving little kisses there. You placed your hand on his cheek and tilted your neck to give him better access.

"I love you so much, you know that," he whispered in your ear.

You turned around within his embrace, your hands laced around his neck. "I know, honey, I love you too."

"I'm so grateful that you chose me," Aaron said with a mixture of tenderness and sincerity in his voice.

"Aaron," you began, your eyes welling up with affectionate tears, but he stopped you, his gaze filled with warmth and appreciation.

"No, really. You gave me this," he said, pointing towards the kids with his head, "you gave me a family and a home… happiness."

"And this is only a home and a family because you are a part of it, my love," you replied, kissing his dimple.

He gazed at the kids, a glimmer of nostalgia and love in his eyes, and then back at you, his expression filled with affection. With a mischievous smile, he said, "I think we should make another one."

"Another what?" you asked, raising an eyebrow, a mix of surprise and curiosity in your voice.

"Another baby," he answered with a grin, a playful spark in his eyes that mirrored his excitement.

"Oh no, Aaron Hotchner. Don't give me that look," you said, trying to pull away, but he held you close and brought you into a kiss. You were immediately lost in the touch of his lips.

"Eww, Jackie, Mom and Dad are being gross again!" Violet exclaimed, pointing with her finger at you, which made everyone laugh.

"Okay, okay. The dance party is postponed until after dinner. Now, everyone, wash your hands and help me set the table, please," you announced, pushing Aaron away after whispering suggestively into his ear, "We'll talk about this tonight."

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[alicewrotethis]

𐙚ᣟ݂﹒𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 ﹒𝐩𝐭 𝟐

ㅤ۫ㅤ ˚ ۪˖𓏲﹒synopsis!! atsumu goes back into his old habits, and unsure of how to make it up to you ㅤ ˖ㅤㅤ۫ㅤ ˚౨ cw!! timeskip! a. miya x artist! oblivious! reader, angst ﹒ ◠ note!!  next part soon, itll be smut most likely, writing for atsumu is kinda growing on me, still cant reply to comments but just know i love every one i get <33 ౨ wc!! 4.3k, not proofread  ˚ ۪˖𓏲 mood!! series playlist

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The sound of your music from the other room filled the halls and empty spaces of the apartment, Atsumu could hear the boom of the bass coming from the speaker. He shifted on his bed, pulling the pillow over his ears to try and muffle it, but to no avail. With a groan he sat up, searching for his phone to check the time.

It had been about a week since you moved in, and every day started this way, with the exact same song, at the exact same time. You always started your antics at six AM. He supposed it was his fault, he never told you how much it irked him since he never made it known, but he decided it has gone on for far too long.

Placing his feet on the cold wooden floors a shiver ran up his spine, already missing the comforting warmth of his blanket and the hug of his pillows around his head.

"I'll be back, I'll miss ya," He whispered while looking back towards his bed before heading to your door.

He gave the wood a few gentle knocks, the music now louder. Once you didn't answer he felt an annoyance bubble in his chest and gave the door a pound, the music quickly died down and you appeared in the frame shortly after.

You took in the sight of Atsumu, his yellow bedhead hair, the tired look in his eye, and the lack of clothes.

"Yeah?" You asked happily.

Atsumu stared down at you, how could you possibly be so... cheerful, so gleeful at six in the damn morning.

Atsumu's jaw clenched as he fought back the grogginess that threatened to snap his patience entirely. He rubbed a hand down his face, trying to compose himself.

"Yeah?" he echoed, voice dripping with sarcasm, "That’s all ya got to say? Yeah? It’s six in the fuckin' morning, and I've heard that same song so many times I’m startin' to hear it in my dreams!"

You tilted your head, clearly unbothered, as if you didn’t notice the thinly veiled irritation in his tone, "It’s a great song! Don't you think? Helps me start the day!"

"No," He said flatly, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Not at six. Not through walls that are apparently made of paper, 'm beggin' ya, tone it down— or at least wait until, I don’t know, a reasonable hour,"

You blinked, a small pout forming on your lips. "Six isn’t reasonable?"

"For a rooster, maybe," He muttered under his breath, stepping back and crossing his arms. "Look, I get it, a morning person and all, but some of us ain’t wired that way, can't you use, like... headphones?"

You gave him a sheepish smile, "It sounds better from my Alexa though,"

"I'm not sayin' ya can't listen' to music, 'm just sayin' to turn it down," He replied as softly as he could. He felt his patience wearing thin due to the early hours of the day.

"Yeah, totally! Sorry, Tsum," You smiled up at him.

Atsumu paused at the use of the nickname, before now it had always just been 'Atsumu', and it's not like he minded, he quite liked the way it rolled off your tongue, the way you said it so casually.

"Yeah, it's fine, 'm goin' back to sleep," He said before walking off, he heard the soft click of your door closing at the quiet hum of your music resuming.

He smiled to himself, his mind going back to the small pout that was on your lips previously, he felt creepy, he really did, but that's never stopped him from doing anything before and he wasn't about to change that.

Atsumu woke up to the smell of popcorn and the sound of his phone buzzing repeatedly. WIth a yawn he grabbed it and answered Hinata's call.

"Atsumu! Where are you?" Hinata asked with a sense of urgency.

Atsumu let out another yawn, "Ahh, why? What time is it?"

There was a pause, "It's two in the afternoon! Are you coming to practice today?"

Atsumus eyes widened as he shot out of bed, tripping over his blanket, "Yeah! 'm in my car right now, traffic am I right?" He laughed as convincingly as he could, silently praying Hinata was as oblivious as you.

Hinata didn’t miss a beat, "Oh, man, traffic's the worst! Coach is already fuming, though, so you better hurry, you know how he gets."

Atsumu scrambled to find his clothes, juggling the phone between his shoulder and ear, "Yeah, yeah, tell him I’ll be there in like... fifteen? Maybe ten?" He bluffed, tugging a wrinkled jersey over his head.

Hinata hummed, clearly buying it, "Okay, but don’t forget we're running rotations today, you’re paired with Bokuto, he's already hyped up and yelling about quick sets."

Atsumu groaned inwardly, the last thing he needed was Bokuto's relentless energy while he was still half-asleep, "Got it, I’ll be there soon," He said quickly before hanging up.

He turned to grab his keys, but the smell of popcorn stopped him in his tracks. Poking his head out of his room, he spotted you lounging on the couch, a massive bowl of popcorn in your lap, and a movie playing on the TV.

You glanced over with a cheerful grin, "Hey! Wanna join? Just started the best part."

Atsumu narrowed his eyes at you, "It’s two in the afternoon, and you’re watchin’ movies like it’s Saturday night?" Though he couldn't blame you, if given the chance he'd be right next to you on the couch.

"No better time like the present!" You beamed with a wide smile, "You gonna join?"

"Cant, woke up late," He glanced down to his phone, "Speakin' of I gotta go, I'll be back around eight, let's watch one then, promise," He yelled before closing the door and practically running to the elevator, only to see an 'out of order' sign on it.

Atsumu stared at the sign with a mix of disbelief and growing irritation. "You've gotta be kidding me," He muttered, jamming the elevator button just in case it miraculously worked despite the bright orange out of order notice.

No such luck.

With a resigned sigh, he turned toward the stairwell, gripping his duffel bag tighter. As he pushed the heavy door open, he glanced back toward the apartment. For a split second, and for the first time in forever, he really considered ditching practice and crashing on the couch with you, popcorn in hand.

But the image of Coach's wrath quickly replaced that thought, and he began descending the stairs two at a time, "This better count as my cardio," He grumbled under his breath, feeling the ache in his still-waking muscles.

Once he got outside he searched for his car, unsure of how much time has passed and how much he still had left.

A voice broke through his thoughts, "Hey, Atsumu!” He turned to see you leaning out of the apartment balcony, still holding the popcorn bowl, "Forgot to tell you— the elevator's been busted since last night, hope you like stairs!"

He threw you an unimpressed look, "Thanks for the heads-up, roomie, real helpful!" He yelled back, getting strange looks from passersby.

You laughed, utterly unbothered, "Break a leg at practice! And don’t forget— movie at eight!"

Rolling his eyes with a smile he jogged down to his parked car, hoping to make it on time.

As he drove, he couldn’t help but wonder how someone so delightfully carefree could disrupt his life so thoroughly— and still leave him looking forward to coming home.

By the time practice ended it was seven-thirty, it left just enough time to drive home to you.

While he was packing his duffel bag he heard Bokuto from behind him, "Hey, hey, hey, Miyatsumu! Wanna set for me while Hinata blocks my spikes?" He asked with a wide grin.

Atsumu's thoughts trailed back to you and the promise he made to you, surely you'd understand why he stayed late.

"Sure," He said to Bokuto, setting down his bag with a smile.

It was an hour past eight, and you were sitting with an empty bowl of popcorn and watching TikTok on the couch. You gave up hope around thirty minutes ago when your texts were left unanswered. What if his car broke down? Surely he wouldn't have forgotten about the movie night he promised.

You decided to give him a call, just to make sure he was in fact okay.

The phone rang a few times before he picked up, "Yeah?" He answered, out of breath.

Truth was Atsumu had completely lost track of time, to entranced in trying new things with Bokuto and Hinata, it wasn't as if he wanted to forget.

"You okay?" You asked, your voice tinged with concern, "It’s past nine and you didn’t answer my texts, so, uh, I just figured I'd call,"

Atsumu wiped the sweat from his brow, his stomach knotting as he glanced at the clock, "Yeah," He replied, struggling to catch his breath, "Sorry about that— practice ran late, and, uh, traffic’s brutal on the way back,"

"Traffic?" You repeated, your tone shifting slightly, "You’re driving right now?"

"Uh-huh," He said, trying to sound casual as he waved off Bokuto, who was yelling about one more round of spikes, "Just a few more minutes, I swear."

There was a pause on your end, and Atsumu felt a bead of sweat—not from practice—slide down his temple.

"Huh, that’s weird," You said finally.

"What’s weird?" he asked, swallowing hard.

"Oh, just that I don’t hear any traffic noises," You said innocently. "Almost like... a gym."

Atsumu froze, guilt tightening in his chest, "What? Nah, must be the Bluetooth or somethin’,"

"Right," You said, your tone now dripping with suspicion, "And I suppose that’s not your teammates yelling in the background either?"

Caught red-handed, he sighed and ran a hand down his face. "Alright, fine, 'm still at the gym."

"I knew it," You said, exasperated, "You lied to me?"

"I didn’t mean to," he said quickly, fumbling for an explanation. "I just—Bokuto and Hinata—look, I lost track of time, okay? I didn’t wanna let ya down, so,"

"So you lied instead?" You cut in, your voice sharp. "You could’ve just told me you were staying late,"

"I know, I know," He said, guilt eating at him, "It’s just... ya looked excited, 'nd I didn’t wanna ruin that,"

"Well, lying sure helped with that," You muttered, the disappointment clear in your tone.

Atsumu flinched, feeling like the world’s biggest idiot. "I’m sorry," He said softly, "I’ll make it up to ya, I promise, just... don’t be mad."

"I’m not mad," You said after a moment, though you still sounded hurt, "I’m just... we talked about this Atsumu,"

"I know," He said, his voice quiet. "I’ll head back now,"

"Don’t bother," You said, your tone resigned, "I’m already done with the movie,"

Atsumu sighed, hanging his head as you ended the call.

Bokuto walked over, tilting his head in confusion, "Everything okay?"

"Not really," Atsumu muttered, grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder, "Turns out ’m terrible at balancing volleyball 'nd life,"

"Sounds rough," Bokuto said sympathetically, "Want me to call and apologize for keeping you?"

"Nah," Atsumu said, shaking his head, "This one's on me,"

You weren't mad at him, and you hated the fact you weren't angry, you should be furious, but you weren't. You were disappointed and sad. He promised he would be there, and you would've understood had he told you that hed be staying late, but he tried to lie about it like you were stupid.

Atsumu felt guilt eat at him, an undescribable feeling gnawing away at his form. He wasn't sure why he felt this guilty, he usually never felt anything after he told a lie and was found out, in fact, he'd gotten used to the feeling of just lying without thinking of any real consequence. He didn't want to hurt you, and despite what you said he knew he did. Imagining you on the couch, alone, pained him.

Atsumu stood there for a moment, staring at his phone’s dark screen, the weight of your words settling heavily on his chest. He could practically hear the disappointment in your voice echoing in his mind, he had messed up, and the realization twisted like a knife.

Bokuto nudged him gently, "Hey, man, you sure? You don’t look so good,"

Atsumu forced a weak smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes, "Yeah, I’ll figure it out," He said, his voice lacking its usual confidence, "But thanks,"

Bokuto frowned but didn’t push further, letting Atsumu make his way toward the exit.

The walk to the exit doors felt longer than usual, every step a reminder of how he'd let you down. He replayed your words in his head, each time hurting more than the last.

By the time he reached the parking lot, the air was cool and quiet, a stark contrast to the turmoil in his chest.

He sat in his car for a moment, gripping the steering wheel and staring at the dashboard. He wanted to text you, to call you again, to say something—anything—to fix what he’d broken, but he knew it wouldn’t be enough, not tonight.

Atsumu stepped into the apartment you shared, the familiar silence weighing on him. The lights were dim, and the air smelled faintly of the popcorn you had made earlier. He glanced at the couch, where the blanket you'd used still lay, slightly askew, a reminder of the movie night that would never happen.

He kicked off his shoes, the soft thud of his feet against the wooden floor sounding too loud in the stillness. The clock on the wall ticked on, its rhythmic pulse only making the silence feel more deafening. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of where to start or what to do.

The guilt gnawed at him. He could feel the weight of the promise he’d broken, the disappointment in your voice still fresh in his ears.

"I'll fix this," he had told himself, but what if it was already too late?

The next few days were spent in silence. Atsumu resumed his regular routine of waking up early and heading to practice while you remained in your room, no longer playing your music and no longer speaking to him. He understood, he let you down. The weight of his actions hung heavily between you two, a quiet barrier he wasn’t sure how to break. Every time he tried to approach you, to say something—anything—it felt wrong. As if the words would only make things worse.

In the mornings, he'd hear the soft click of your door opening as you left your room, but there was no longer the usual cheerful greeting or the playful banter that used to fill the air. It was like you had withdrawn into yourself, and he couldn’t blame you for it. He didn’t deserve your lightness after what he’d done. He could never blame you for not wanting to speak to him again.

At practice, things were just as tense. While his teammates, especially Bokuto and Hinata, tried to keep things light, he could barely focus, his mind kept drifting back to you and the silent apartment, the popcorn bowl, the broken promise. Every spike he hit and every set always felt heavier than the last, the ball's impact only a small echo of the weight he carried in his chest.

After each practice, he'd find himself staring at his phone, his thumb hovering over your contact, but every time, he hesitated. He didn’t know how to fix it, how to make it right when the damage felt so deep. The silence between you was deafening, and he couldn’t tell if you were waiting for him to make the first move or if you were already done with him.

It was on the fourth evening, when Atsumu returned home from practice earlier than usual that he saw you in the living room. You were sitting on the couch, an open book in your lap, but you weren't reading, or well, you didn't seem to be, you were staring at the page, lost in thought, your expression distant.

Atsumu lingered in the doorway for a moment, simply observing your form and your expression, heart pounding in his chest. He wanted to speak, to break the silence, but every word he thought of seemed inadequate.

Finally, after a long pause, he stepped inside, his voice low, "I'm sorry,"

His words pulled you from your thoughts as you laid eyes on his slumped form, his forehead had a thin shine of sweat and he was in his MSBY jersey, his yellow hair stuck to his forehead as he stared you down, gauging your reaction.

You didn't immediately respond, and Atsumu's words hung loosely in the air, but it was the weight of the silence between you two that truly felt unbearable. You weren't sure whether to ignore him or acknowledge the apology as everything in you screamed that you needed something ore than just words, something more than an apology that felt like it was just thrown out there in an attempt to ease the tension.

A deep sigh escaped your lips as you finally decided on something, the feeling of betrayal wasn't easy to shake off especially since you already talked to him about lying to you.

"Sorry?" You repeated, the words still fresh on your mind, "Sorry won't fix this, Tsum,"

The book you were holding suddenly felt too heavy in your hands, so you set it aside, unable to focus on it any longer. You tried to divert your gaze, but the way he stood there— shoulders slumped, eyes searching your own, made your heart twist.

"I—"

You cut his sentence short, "I don't want your apologies," You said softly, though the impact of the words hit harder to Atsumu, "I was sitting there waiting for you, you didn't even text me, Tsum," You explained, your voice cracking as the emotions you felt bubbled back up.

Atsumu stood there, his gaze softening as he heard the rawness in your voice and words, he had expected the disappointment, but actually hearing it in your voice made it all the more real. His guilt had only deepened knowing he caused this pain when he could have just been truthful from the start. And even after all the hurt he caused you, you were still calling him by the nickname you gave him.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The room felt heavier now, and you weren't sure if it was the silence that surrounded you or the weight of everything in your heart.

His eyes kept searching yours, waiting for some sign—some indication that you might be willing to hear him out. His chest began to feel tight, like there was a heavy weight pressing down on him that he couldn't remove. And despite the silence between you, he couldn't bring himself to walk away yet.

You hadn't said anything since your outburst, still sitting on the couch, your arms crossed tightly across your chest, like you were holding yourself together. Atsumu knew that nothing he said could erase the hurt, not yet, and maybe not ever, but he had to try.

"I know it's not going to happen overnight, and 'm okay with that," Atsumu said, his voice soft but steady, "I just want ya to know 'm here, and I'll be waitin' for when yer ready to talk,"

His words hung in the air again, thick with the weight of everything that had passed between you two. He took a step forward, it was hesitant, unsure if you'd even want him near you.

For a moment it felt like time slowed, you studied him, and his tired eyes, his posture sagged slightly like he was carrying something heavy, something he hadn't seen before. Maybe it was guilt, or maybe it was just the weight of his own realization that he had messed up, and now the silence between you felt like an ocean too vast to cross.

For a long time neither of you moved, the room was quieter than it had been in days, and the air between you two was charged with all the words left unspoken, the thoughts that neither of you could quite articulate yet.

Finally, you let out a breath, your expression softening just a little. You didn't respond immediately as there was too much swirling inside you. Frustration, sadness, confusion. All of it was there, but beneath it, you knew there was sincerity in his words. He wasn't pretending, wasn't rushing to make everything okay again, he was just there, willing to wait.

You shifted, your gaze finally dropping to the floor, "Okay, Tsum," You spoke softly, "Please, just don't lie again, not about something like that,"

Atsumu felt his chest ease slightly at your words, though the guilt still clung to him like a heavyweight. He knew 'okay' didn't mean things were fully mended, but it was a crack in the wall of silence that had grown between you two, and he could work with that.

"I wont," He promised, his voice steady but laced with remorse, "Not again, I mean it this time."

You glanced up at him, your expression still guarded but less cold, and he took it as a sign to sit on the far edge of the couch, careful to keep some distance, giving you space to decide how much you wanted to bridge the gap.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. He fidgeted slight, running a hand through his sweat damp hair as he searched for something to say that wouldn't make things worse, "I know I don't deserve it, but thanks for givin' me a chance," He finally spoke.

"You shouldn't need a second chance, to be honest, Tsum," You replied quietly, and the truth in your words stung more than he cared to admit.

"I know," He admitted, his gaze fixed on his hands, "I mess things up sometimes, but I swear 'm tryin', I don't wanna mess this up—us,"

Your breath hitched softly at the words 'us', a small flutter in your chest you hadn't anticipated, it wasn't just the word it was the way Atsumu said it like it held more weight than the air around you like it wasn't just a throwaway term but something he'd thought about.

"Us?" You repeated, your voice quieter than you intended as your eyes lifted to meet his, searching his face for some clues as to what he meant. There was a vulnerability in his expression, his brows knit together and his lips parted slightly as though he wasn't sure what to say next.

Atsumu's hands fidgeted in his lap, fingers twisting the hem of his jersey. He exhaled, a soft chuckle escaping that sounded more nervous than amused.

"Yeah," He said, his voice low and unsteady, "Us, I mean... ya know, me and you, how we—" He paused, groaning softly as if frustrated with himself, "I don't wanna mess up what we have,"

Your chest tightened, he wasn't just apologizing for breaking a promise anymore—this was deeper. Atsumu wasn't always the best at expressing his true feelings, but the way his voice softened, the way his shoulders slumped as he sat next to you, it was like every part of him was saying he cared even if he wasn't saying it outright.

"Tsum," You started, hesitant, your own feelings swirling, you weren't sure where this was going or even where you wanted it to go. The silences stretched between you, thick with things unsaid, until he finally broke it.

"I'm not good at this," He admitted, his eyes darting up to yours, "Bein' serious 'nd stuff, but I care about ya, more than I thought I could care about anyone. And I hate that I let ya down, I hate that I made ya feel like I don't see you, 'cause I do—I see everything about ya, the way ya laugh too loud at yer own jokes, the way ya leave extra food on yer plate 'cause ya know I'll eat it, the way ya—"

He stopped himself, shaking his head and looking away as if he'd gone too far, but you didn't let him stop.

"The way I what?" You asked, leaning towards him slightly, your voice soft. Something in his words was pulling you in, even if you weren't ready to fully admit it yet.

Atsumu sighed, running a hand through his messy yellow hair, "The way ya make me wanna be better, even when ya don't say anythin', even when ya don't look at me, I feel it, I feel like I wanna do better 'cause... 'cause yer here."

His words hung between you, raw and unpolished, but they hit you all the same. The silence that followed wasn't as heavy as before—it was different now, like the air had shifted like something new had been laid bare between you.

You didn't know what to say at first, your heart caught somewhere between the hurt of the last few days and the honesty in his voice now, but as you looked at him, really looked at him, his eyes full of sincerity, his slightly trembling hands, you knew one thing for sure.

"You really mean it," You said softly, not as a question, but as a realization.

"I do," He replied, his voice steady this time, "And I'll spend as long as it takes provin' it to ya, if you'll let me,"

The corners of your lips twitched into a small, hesitant smile as you nodded your head.

You weren't ready to forgive completely, not yet, but maybe you were ready to start.

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Liquid Courage J. McCarthy

JJ McCarthy x fem!reader

synopsis - JJ calls you in the middle of the night, inebriated and affectionate. His confessions leave your heart heavy as he sleeps off his drunken haze on your couch. It isn't until the next morning JJ realizes the extent of what he's admitted.

wc - 3.4k

contains - UNEDITED! super cute! alcohol consumption, underage alcohol consumption, JJ gets drunk, eating, hugging. ALL WHILE SOBER: kissing, touching, makin out kinda. reader is insecure about herself (even though she's so cute and pretty), drunk confession, reader gets sad, cursing, i think that's it! oh takes place like october of last year! Rushed ending sorry

an - based on THIS request! LOVEEEEEEDDDDD THIS REQUEST SO MUCH! this was so cute loved it!! #imnotdead :D

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You hummed to yourself as you pranced around your kitchen, the banana bread you just put in the oven leaving the aroma of your apartment warm. Your hair was in a braid down your back, your adorable pink striped Victoria's Secret pajamas soft against your skin. Music played from your Alexa, your nighttime playlist floating through the air, one of Olivia Rodrigo's new songs gracing your ears.

The thick socks covering your feet kept them from the cold of the linoleum in your bathroom. You took out your contacts, throwing them out before slipping on your glasses. You grabbed your phone off the counter after exiting the bathroom, seeing a couple Snapchat notifications, some from TikTok, and a few messages from your best friend. All three of her texts had said something along the lines of how you should've come out tonight. The third one said how JJ McCarthy was asking where you were. You sighed, turning your phone back off and checking on your banana bread.

JJ had been your friend since freshman year. He was very sweet and so kind. He was so mature and was one of the most polite people you knew. You'd always thought he was extremely cute, I mean, who didn't think that? He had the cutest smile, and the softest dirty blonde hair. His blue eyes were gorgeous. He'd started his little flirting game with you about halfway through sophomore year. He'd compliment you endlessly whenever you saw him, he'd randomly ask you out in the middle of a conversation. That same smile on his face, bright as ever. You, of course, took it all as a joke, a cruel one at that. You assumed JJ was just a flirty guy with a flirty personality, you'd experienced it before. There was zero chance someone like JJ McCarthy would like you.

"Come on. You guys really think he's being serious when he says that stuff?"

"Yes! We do, because he likes you, and it's so obvious. He doesn't talk to us like that, does he?"

You rolled your eyes. Starting to get pissed with them. Your brain could not compute the idea of JJ really liking you.

"Why in the world would JJ McCarthy, probably the most eligable bachelor on the campus of Michigan, like me? I'm not one of the prettiest girls at Mich, let alone am I the prettiest girl that likes him!"

Sometimes you would wonder that if you thought you were pretty, then maybe you'd believe them. You had bad underlying insecurities that stopped you from believing that any guy would like you, let alone someone like JJ.

You leaned your forehead against your silver fridge, the cool of the metal relaxing you. You could hear its low whirring and humming with your proximity to it. The sound occupying your brain as a white noise, leading you to close your eyes. You might've actually fallen asleep if the timer for your bread didn't go off, you scrambling to shout at your Alexa to, 'Please, stop!' You grabbed oven mitts and grabbed the tray after sticking a toothpick into it to check the middle. You set the pan down on your cooling rack, sliding your gloves off. You grabbed your phone and paused your music, going to sit on the couch while your bread cooled.

You stalked your friends Snapchat stories, they were all having fun at the big party everyone seemed to be attending. You halted when you saw your best friend's private story, you knew it only had a handful of people so she posted silly and random things on it.

What she'd posted was a zoomed in photo of what resembled JJ McCarthy with his head thrown back against the couch of whatever frat house they were in. His face looked miserable, and the caption on the photo was saying how that's how she too reacted when you didn't come to parties. You immediately slid up, typing in all caps telling her to shut up. You said how he was not upset over you, and how she was stupid and drunk. It was all lighthearted, you both knew it.

She immediately typed back to you, claiming he'd drunkenly asked her at least four times where you were and why you didn't want to come see him. You giggled to yourself, believing it for just a few moments. You typed to her for a few more minutes before your phone started vibrating in your hand, JJ's contact coming onto your screen. You were met with the photo you'd had him saved with, him smiling that bright beautiful smile across the table from you at Panera sometime during last school year. What was JJ calling you for? You slid to answer, holding your phone to your ear. It was oddly quiet on his end, though he was actively attending a party. He called your name, and you called his.

"JJ? What's up? Are you alright?"

"Hi! Oh my gosh, hi. I can't believe you aren't here right now, I was only excited to see you."

You smiled sadly, he was endearing, and so totally plastered.

"Aw, JJ, I'm sorry. Where are you? It's pretty quiet for a party."

"Oh, yeah. I'm just in the bathroom, standin' around. I got bored. Ya' know, I miss you."

He was so drunk, his words were melting together, but his happiness stayed solid throughout.

"Jay, are you alright? Do you need someone to help you leave? Is Blake there? Colston?"

"You should, we can hang out! But yeah, he's 'round here somewhere. Lemme go get 'im."

You said okay, letting the boy look for his friend. The noise on his end got louder as he left the bathroom. You giggled when you heard him shout hey at random people around the house. You heard JJ call your name into his phone, then again.

"JJ, I'm still here. Any luck finding Colston?"

"Why don't you jus' go marry Colston if he's all 'yer gonna talk about"

You barely heard it, he muttered it with the phone a few inches from his mouth. You were shocked at the words JJ said. What?

"What, JJ?"

"Wish y'were talkin' about me."

You smiled, still a bit confused. His drunk mind was extremely silly.

"I'm talking to you, aren't I? The only boy's call I'd pick up this late."

JJ was ecstatic, smiling brightly as he continued through the party, looking for his teammates.

"I see him! Colston! Come here buddy, she wants to talk to you."

You heard a confused colston mutter 'Who's she?' before he took the phone from JJ, seeing your contact before talking to you.

"Oh hey, what's up?"

"JJ is like, absolutely plastered if you couldn't tell. Are you all good? I asked him and he told me he wanted me to pick him up. If I come get him can you bring him to my car? I'm already in my pajamas."

"Yeah, think Jay'll definitely love that. Kid hasn't stopped asking about you since we got here. I'll have him outside whenever 'ya get here."

You responded with an affirmative, thanking Colston. He handed the phone back to JJ, who was very happy to hear your voice again.

"Hey! What's up? Colston said you're coming to get me."

"Yeah, I'll see you in a couple minutes, okay Jay?"

"Awesome."

He hung up and you giggled. How did you go from an innocent call with the boy to asking him if he needed to be picked up? You shook your head at yourself, standing and grabbing your keychain.

You left your apartment and drove to the house you knew the party was at. Your friends had told you which house it was in case you changed your mind and came. It was less than ten minutes before you were in front of the bustling house, seeing two boys standing on the sidewalk.

You rolled down the window as they walked over, shouting hey to them. JJ was visibly drunk, stumbling just a little as he leaned into your car, a big smile on his face.

"Hi, pretty."

"Hi, JJ."

Colston helped his teammate into the car, making sure you were good to take care of the boy.

"Yeah, we'll be fine, Colst. I'll let 'im have my couch for tonight. I'll text you if I need anything!"

He nodded, lightly slapping the side of your car twice before retreating to the house. You turned your music back on, leaving it at a low volume as you turned around to drive home. You glanced at JJ and noticed the biggest pout on his face.

"JJ McCarthy. I know I didn't just drive over here to get you just for you to be pouting when you get in my car."

"Just text Colston about it, why don't you?"

You busted out giggling. Drunk JJ was such a treat. His jealousy over your friendship with his teammate was incredibly hilarious.

"I might if you don't start bein' nice t'me."

"Sorry 'm being mean."

He barely murmured it, though it was all you needed. You smiled brightly at him, laughing to yourself. JJ never got drunk, he usually opted for just a drink or two, or being the designated driver.

You got home quickly, making small talk with the now sleepy boy. You parked in your spot, hopping out of the car and walking around the hood to help JJ out. He'd stayed at yours after a party once or twice before, but it had always been with a couple other people. Tonight it was just you two.

You walked in, stepping into the elevator right behind JJ. The two of you stepped out of the elevator as the machine dinged and the doors slid open. JJ grabbed your hand as you walked down the hall to your door. You glanced at him, softly smiling. His eyes were barely open, but he still had a smile on his face. You didn't take the action as anything serious, JJ was a physical touch kind of person. He was always hugging people, patting shoulders, bumping fists. He was extra physical with you though, not that you noticed. You were the only girl he ever really acted like that with, again, not to your acknowledgment.

You wouldn't let yourself believe he liked you. Convinced it would hurt too much when eventually he got a prettier, skinnier, bubblier, more likable girlfriend and left you in the dust. JJ had eyes solely for you, though. He only ever looked at you. He asked anyone and everyone if they knew where you were or if you were coming to the party for God's sake.

You closed the door behind JJ and locked it, telling him to make himself at home. He took his shoes off, trying to neatly organize them in your shoe cubby. He wandered over to the couch as you kicked your shoes off and entered your kitchen. You grabbed a cold water bottle, two Ibuprofen tablets and two Tylenol tablets, the perfect hangover cure. You noticed your still warm banana bread sitting on the counter, perking up.

"Jay, do you want some banana bread?"

You heard his footsteps then saw him come around the corner, his eyebrows raised.

"Hell yes."

You giggled, gesturing for him to come stand by you. You flipped the pan over onto the cooling rack, opening the drawer directly in front of you, pulling out a bread knife. You felt a head slip into the crook of your neck, warm breath on your neck. Heat rushed your face, JJ's contagious smile spreading to you.

"Hi, crazy."

You pointed to the water and pills on the counter as you swerved out of his reach, going to grab a cutting board and a plate.

"Take those and your head won't hurt in the morning. Well, I don't know how much you drank, but that'll definitely make it better."

He nodded, immediately following your directions. He gulped down half of the water bottle while you came back over, laying the loaf of bread on the cutting board. You cut a couple pieces off, setting one onto the plate before sliding it over to JJ. He smiled at you, beginning to devour his snack. Hopefully it would absorb some of the alcohol in his stomach.

"You're amazing, you know."

He said it in a way that made it seem like he meant it on a deeper level than you'd usually assume. He said it like he truly did believe that, and it wasn't just because you fed him warm banana bread. You shook your head, brushing it off as you tore of pieces from your slice.

"No, don't shake your head a'me. You are. You act like you're not but y'are."

He was too good at making you feel special. You were just too scared to believe any of it.

"I just like to take care of people I like."

You smiled innocently at him, shrugging your shoulders as you moved to grab a proper storage container for your bread.

"And I just like when the girl I like believes me when I tell her she's amazing."

You froze in your spot. Sure, JJ had flirted with you for about a year. But, he'd never downright told you he liked you. He's drunk out of his mind. You sighed when you turned around, trying to smile at the boy as you stared into his sleepy eyes.

"You're so sleepy, JJ, and drunk."

He nodded a little, his eyes never leaving yours, that smile never leaving his face. He didn't really notice that you'd downplayed his feelings, he'd noticed even less that he'd straight up told you you were the girl he liked. All he could really notice was how beautiful you looked in the dim light of your kitchen, in your cute pajamas and glasses, hair in a messy braid.

You set JJ up on your couch, getting him another water and some thick and soft blankets and a pillow. You ran your hand through his messy hair as he laid in the couch beneath you. His eyes were begging to close, but he still smiled at you. You quietly told him to go to sleep, turning to leave. You'd only made it to the light switch before he called your name.

"I really do like you, 'm not just drunk. Just get too nervous to tell you, 'm sorry."

Your heart was heavy. You wanted to believe him, but how could you? JJ had never shown what you deemed as genuine interest in you when he wasn't inebriated. All he did was toss flirty comments around, throwing his arm over your shoulder every once in a while.

You couldn't lie and say you didn't notice the different look in JJ's eyes as he peered over the back of your couch. The truth in them.

"If you even remember this in the morning, we can talk about it. Alright?"

"That's perfect."

He smiled at you one last time before sinking below the back of your couch, out of sight.

"Goodnight Jay."

"Night night, pretty."

His words made your heart squeeze. You knew that the affection you felt for JJ wouldn't change, no matter if they were just drunk fibs.

You switched the living room lights off, heading into the kitchen. You set out another water and more pills for whenever JJ woke up in the morning. You checked the locked once more before turning all of the lights off. All you heard as you headed back to your bedroom was JJ's heavy breathing, it calmed your racing heart. You left your door cracked open incase JJ woke up needing something.

Your glasses slid up your head as your rubbed your eyes, sighing. You kept reminding your heart that JJ didn't really know what he was saying, that he would regret it.

The bed you slept countless nights in was uncomfortable as ever tonight, you tossed and turned for most of an over before climbing out of bed. You threw your cute pajamas onto the hardwood floor and traded them for a Lululemon bra and some shorts.

You fell asleep after another forty minutes of shifting every minute or so. Your sleep was light and poor. You woke up a little after four am, just three hours after finally falling asleep. Sleep finally took you again for a couple more hours, just until a little after nine.

After lying and staring at your ceiling for half an hour, you slowly sat up in bed, getting up. You exited your room, dragging yourself to the living room. The couch was empty, the blanket JJ had used folded neatly on top of the pillow. How sweet was he? You turned and walked into the kitchen, finally spotting the dirty blonde boy you wanted to see.

He turned at the sound of your footsteps, smiling. He was holding a water bottle, his eyes tired and his hair still messy.

"Good morning, JJ."

"Hi."

You felt nerves wash over you. This was it, where he either apologizes and regrets everything he said last night, or you got everything you'd hoped for. You went over to where he was leaning against your counter, hopping up to sit on the counter by him. His head fell to your shoulder as if by reflex.

"How do you feel, Jay?"

"Good, better 'cause y'took care of me."

"I just gave you some meds, Jay."

"Still."

You smiled, leaning your head on his. Maybe it would all be okay. Maybe he would be in love with you. You took a deep breath, now or never.

"Jay, do you-"

"Yes."

You pulled your head from his, turning to give him a look.

"You don't even know what I was gonna say."

"I remember what I said."

You bit your lip, still nervous. You look to where your feet dangled in the air, suddenly scared of his gaze on you.

JJ was nervous as hell too, though. You hadn't said that you liked him back, he definitely remembered that. He was beginning to take your silence as disinterest. He just stared at you, waiting for some indication of how you felt.

"And?"

"'And?' And, I like you."

Your nerves escaped from your body in a giggle, the churning of your stomach now butterflies. JJ did not appreciate the laughter though, taking it the complete wrong way.

"You don't have to laugh at me, shit."

He reached his hands to his eyes, rubbing hard as he started off, away from you. You giggled again, realizing your mistake. You jumped from the counter, sighing JJ's name out.

"Wait, wait Jay, I'm sorry. It's not like that."

You grabbed his arm, trying to halt the taller and stronger boy wasn't easy without his compliance. You shouted his name again and he stopped, turning to you.

"I'm not laughing 'cause you like me. I'm laughing 'cause I barely slept last night worried that you wouldn't like me."

JJ finally looked at you. His eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

"What's do you mean? I literally told you I liked you!"

"JJ! You were so drunk! I wasn't about to convince myself that JJ McCarthy liked me just 'cause he said so while he was plastered."

"I wasn't plastered! And, what do you mean when y'say it like that?"

You rolled your eyes, halfway annoyed. He didn't get it.

"JJ, you could probably get with any girl on the Michigan campus if you wanted to. I wasn't convinced that out of all of them you'd actually want me."

"How could I not like you?"

The truth in JJ's eyes made you feel seen. Like he actually knew you. You smiled sappily, pulling the boy down by his shoulder, kissing him deeply. One of JJ's hands gripped the back of your head, the other pulling you closer by the small of your back.

There you were, standing in your kitchen kissing the boy you could've sworn never liked you. The boy you'd been infatuated with for a year. He was finally yours.

JJ pulled away from your lips, his hands moving to cup your face. His smile was brighter than ever. You both laughed, looking into each other's eyes for just a few seconds before JJ pulled you back in.

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congrats on 500!!!!! i would be happy with literally ANY chan prompt 🥹

Hi, baby! I chose number 11 to you 🤭 This is somehow very self indulgent and so Chan coded imo. And idk about you guys but I miss blonde channie so I had to bring him back. I also reunited all the songs in one playlist :)

11. You made me a mixtape? (I forgot to add this sentence to the story 😅)

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No warnings, this is pure fluff & shy Channie 

Alexa, play Love Language by TOMORROW X TOGETHER 

It starts with a knock you almost miss. Just one— soft, fain, kinda shy 

By the time you open the door, the hallway's already empty, except for a small brown paper bag on your welcome mat. There’s no name, just a little doodled heart on the label, and a playlist titled:

“What’s your love language? This is mine…”, scrawled across a CD sleeve 

Inside you found a carefully labeled CD, five small sticky notes, each folded and numbered. And a slightly crumpled pack of banana flavored candy.

For a moment, you know who made this.

You laugh— because it’s very him.

You slide the CD into your laptop, press play, and sit cross legged on the bed as the first track starts.

Track 1: “Friday I’m In Love” – The Cure

 You unfold the first sticky note.

“It was a Friday. You borrowed a pen from me and tapped it against your lip while thinking. I couldn’t focus for the rest of the lecture. That’s when I realized: I was screwed. I liked you. Like, really liked you”

You press your hand to your mouth to stifle a grin.

Track 2: “Out of My Head” – Khalid & John Mayer

“I tried not to fall. I really did. But then you leaned over to help me find a page in my textbook and your fingers brushed mine. I didn’t sleep that night thinking about you. Still don’t, sometimes”

You clutch the note to your chest.

Track 3: “Banana Pancakes” – Jack Johnson

“Okay… this one’s kind of a dream, but I think about it a lot. Just… you, me, a rainy day, coffee and bad banana pancakes. You laughing at my kitchen while wearing one of my hoodies... I’d be the luckiest man in the whole world”

That explains the banana candy. Of course, Chan doesn't miss details.

Track 4: “Sweet” – Cigarettes After Sex

  “If I ever get to kiss you, I want it to feel like this song. Slow, careful, like we’ve got all the time in the world. I don’t want it to spark and disappear, I want it to stay. I think you’d taste like something sweet. I’d never get tired of it"

Your cheeks burn so hot you have to pause the music for a second.

Track 5: “I Wanna Be Yours” – Arctic Monkeys

“I know this song is kind of dramatic, but I mean every word of it... but in my own way. I don’t need grand gestures, I’d rather be the one who walks you home, who remembers your coffee order, who stays even when things aren’t easy. I wanna be yours, in the quiet, lingering way”

The music fade gently, and you swear you can hear Chan’s heartbeat in every note.

Whipping some tears, you’re already grabbing your hoodie, barefoot, heart racing, mixtape in one hand.

You swing open the door— and there he is, waiting by the stairs.

 His blonde hair is falling in his eyes, one hand behind his back, rocking slightly on his heels. The other hand holds a small, but beautiful, bouquet of your favorite flower .

He stands there under the porch light, with his hoodie sleeves covering his fingers like they’re trying to protect him from how exposed he feels.

You’re holding the mixtape to your chest. Your heart's pounding messy in your chest.

Chan tries to smile, but it’s shaky.

“So…” he starts, voice breathless, “do you… wanna live this story with me?”

You don’t answer, not with words.

You just lean in and kiss him— warmly and gently.

At first, he doesn’t move. Just freezes, widening his eyes. A faint gasp gets caught in his throat like he’s not sure this is really happening.

But then, his shoulders relax. His fingers uncurl around the flowers. And he kisses you back like it’s the first time he’s let himself feel the full weight of hope.

When you pull away, his cheeks are bright pink, lips parted, eyes searching yours like if he blinked he would wake up.

“W–was that… real?”

You grin and tuck your hand into his.

“Yeah”, you whisper, “And I think we just wrote track 6”

He blinks, stunned, “track 6?”

You hold up the mixtape with a playful tilt of your head, “The beginning. Every playlist needs a good opener for what comes next”

You pull out your phone, and hit play.

The smooth beat of 'Day 1' by Honne spills out of the speaker

“'Cause from day one, I was already yours. And if this is where we start… I can’t wait to see the rest"

He makes a shy noise, something in between a laugh and a whimper, and buries his smile behind the flowers.

“I think that’s the best one", he mumbles.

You nudge his shoulder, “Now we just have to write track 7 together"

"I want to write the whole album with you"

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