#I always need reassurance that my friends like me

[ivyues]

Boyfriend Taxi - Bang Chan

Bang Chan thought he was just dropping you off, but now he's meeting your friends.

The evening sky was painted in shades of deep purple and gold as Chris drove through the quiet streets. His hand rested casually on the gearshift, his other gripping the steering wheel. Music played softly from the car speakers, and he hummed along absentmindedly, occasionally glancing at you with that soft, warm smile that you adored.

You were headed to meet your friends for the evening, and he had insisted on diving you, despite having a packed schedule.

“Hey, can you check the navi?” you asked, pulling your phone from your bag. “I want to text the group to let them know I’m almost there.”

Chris leaned forward slightly, squinting at the GPS. “It says ten minutes, give or take. Traffic looks pretty clear.”

You nodded and quickly typed out a message to your friends: “On my way! Be there in 10.” To add a little flair, you snapped a quick view-once picture of the evening sky from the passenger seat.

It didn’t take long for your friends to reply:

“Ouuhh, taking the boyfriend taxi today?”

“You should bring him over. We still haven’t met him yet!”

You smiled softly at their responses but then paused, your thoughts turning over their suggestion. Locking your phone, you stared out of the window, lips pursed to the side. You hadn’t planned for Chris to meet your friends tonight, but the idea wasn’t terrible – it just felt… spontaneous.

The car came to a halt in the parking lot. “We’re here,” Chris said with a smile. You unplugged your seatbelt but stayed silent for a moment longer, still seated and looking at him.

“Everything okay?” he asked, his tone gentle and an unwavering smile on his lips.

“How would you feel about… quickly saying hello to my friends?”

He blinked, caught off guard. “Wait, like—me? Meeting them? Now?” His fingers instinctively fumbled with the bracelet on his wrist. “I mean, I’d love to, but I thought I was just dropping you off… I wasn’t prepared for—what am I even wearing?” He looked down at his casual outfit, suddenly self-conscious.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his reaction. “Chris, it’s just a quick hello. No pressure – you don’t have to. And you look fine. Besides, aren’t you literally Mr. Friends-with-everyone?” You teased, hoping to ease his nerves.

He huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “You always make it sound so easy.” He paused, glancing at you. “But are you sure? I don’t want to intrude. These are your friends, you know. I don’t want to mess this up.”

“You won’t,” you reassured him, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “Just be yourself.”

As you walked to the door, you noticed his hand hovering uncertainly near your back, unsure if he should touch you in front of your friends. You gave him a reassuring nudge, and he finally rested it there, seeming to relax a bit.

Inside, your friends greeted you enthusiastically, their eyes immediately darting to Chris. “So this is the secret boyfriend we’ve been hearing about?” one of them teased.

The group welcomed him easily, asking a few lighthearted questions about his work and teasing you about finally bringing him around. When one of them asked if he wanted to stay, he shook his head apologetically. “I’d love to, but I have to get back to work. Maybe next time?”

You walked him to the door, where he turned to you, his hand brushing against yours. “Text me when you’re done, okay? I’ll be waiting,” he said softly, leaning in to kiss your temple.

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Back inside the car, Chris sat for a moment, his hands resting on the wheel. His mind replayed the last few minutes – the introductions, the way your friends had been so welcoming, and how natural it felt to be by your side in that setting. The meeting had gone fine – better than fine, really – but his heart was still racing. 

Pulling out his phone, he called Han, knowing he’d need to process this with someone.

“Hyung?” Han answered, his voice curious. “What’s up?”

Chris exhaled a sharp breath. “I just met her friends.”

There was a beat of silence before Han burst into laughter. “Wait, what? Her friends? Like, the friends?”

“Yes!” Chris groaned, running a hand over his beanie. “She didn’t even warn me! I thought I was just dropping her off, but then she asked if I’d say hello, and—”

“And you couldn’t say no,” Han finished, his tone teasing.

“Of course, I couldn’t say no!” Chris huffed. “But, Han, I wasn’t prepared! I’m just in some jeans and a casual jacket – what if I looked like a mess? And these are her friends. They’re important to her.”

“You’re overthinking it, man,” Han interrupted. “If they’re her friends, they probably like you already. Relax.”

Chris let out a long breath again before saying, “Thanks, Han.” His voice was softer now, a touch of sincerity in his words. “Really.”

“Anytime. Now go stop overthinking before your brain melts.”

With a small smile, Chris hung up and stared at the dashboard for a moment. The nerves weren’t completely gone, but Han’s words had helped.

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Later, his phone buzzed with a text from you:

“Hey, sorry for throwing you under the bus like that. I’m just not used to introducing boyfriends – it’s easier to keep it lowkey and spontaneous. You were great, though. 💕”

You set your phone down after texting Chris, a small smile lingering on your lips. Tonight hadn’t gone as planned, but maybe that was the best part of it. Some things were better when they weren’t planned at all.

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[solxamber]

hellooo i just needed to say your writings are like super cute theyre like my bedtime stories atp JHDJJXHS but could i request a little hurt comfort headcanon with adeuce seeing a reader who usually is always very cheerful and upbeat. Theres sometimes theyre anxious and worried but overall reader is seen as someone whos strong emotionally like nothing can bring them down. Until something does get them down with tears rolling down their eyes and theyre desperately trying to hide this side of them that they feel so vulnerable letting others see. How would the boys react to such a situation?

aww thank you <3 i didn't know if you wanted separate or together so you get both!

They react to you breaking down || Ace and Deuce

Ace Trappola

Ace’s immediate reaction would be shock. He’s used to seeing you as a ball of sunshine, someone who shrugs off worries with a laugh or a witty remark. Seeing you cry? That’s uncharted territory for him, and it throws him completely off balance.

“Hey, hey, what’s with the waterworks?” he’d say, trying to keep things light-hearted, even though he’s panicking internally. But when he realizes you’re trying to hide your tears, it hits him like a ton of bricks.

Ace might not be the most emotionally articulate, but he cares deeply. He crouches down to your level, blocking your attempts to turn away from him. “You don’t have to act tough, y’know. It’s okay to be upset. Even you deserve a break from being the strong one all the time.”

He’d sit beside you, offering his sleeve (or maybe a tissue if he can find one) to wipe your tears. “Come on, talk to me. I can be serious… sometimes. I won’t even charge you for my amazing advice!” His humor is his way of trying to comfort you.

Beneath the teasing, he’s surprisingly gentle. He stays close, his presence steady and grounding, and he doesn’t leave your side until you’re ready to face the world again.

Deuce Spade

Deuce would immediately panic at the sight of you crying. “W-What happened?! Did someone hurt you? Who was it? I’ll take care of it!” His first instinct is to go into overprotective mode, even if he has no idea what’s going on yet.

But when he notices you trying to hide your face, his heart aches. He’s always admired how strong and positive you are, but seeing you crumble makes him realize just how much pressure you’ve been under.

“Hey, don’t do that,” he says softly, his voice full of concern. “You don’t have to hide from me. I’m your friend—I want to help.”

Deuce would sit down beside you, his presence calm and reassuring. He might fumble a bit with his words, but his sincerity shines through. “It’s okay to cry. I… I cry too sometimes. It doesn’t make you weak. It just means you’ve been holding a lot in.”

He’d hesitate for a moment before reaching out to gently pat your shoulder or hold your hand, giving you the comfort of physical support. “Whatever it is, we’ll get through it together. You’re not alone in this.”

Deuce is the type to quietly stay by your side, letting you take the lead in how much you want to share. If words don’t help, he’s content to simply sit there, offering you a safe space to feel what you need to feel.

Together

If Ace and Deuce stumble upon you crying together, they’d play off each other in their own chaotic but heartfelt way.

Ace would try to lighten the mood with jokes or teasing, but Deuce would elbow him and say, “Now’s not the time for that!”

They’d both sit with you, Ace on one side and Deuce on the other, creating a protective little bubble where you feel safe to let it all out.

Ace might gently nudge you with his shoulder and say, “Come on, you don’t have to deal with this alone. You’ve got us, remember?”

Deuce would nod earnestly, adding, “Yeah! Whatever’s bothering you, we’ll help you fix it. Or… or at least listen. We’re here for you.”

Their dynamic would be a mix of Ace’s playful energy and Deuce’s heartfelt sincerity, making you feel both comforted and loved. They’d stick with you until your tears turn into smiles, determined to remind you that you’re never alone with them around.

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[bestalbertcamuslover]

Password Sharing?

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✯ pairing: Franco Colapinto x Reader ✯

✯ content warnings: none✯

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They were not exactly dating, yet it was something a little more than friends with benefits, however had never discussed exclusivity since he was away most of the time. The TV show they were comfortably watching on the couch of his place while cuddling, had one character in conflict due to their partner wanting to share passwords. 

“That is such a toxic thing to do,” she commented, referring to the password sharing.

A smirk spread across his face. “So, you’re saying you wouldn’t want my phone password?” he asked, his voice teasing but laced with mischief.

She glanced up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Absolutely not,” she replied with a playful edge. “Especially not yours and your slutty antics.”

His hand flew to his chest, a mock look of shock on his face. “Wow. That’s what you think of me? That I’m out there flirting with everyone?”

She grinned, leaning into his dramatics. “I don’t think it, Franco. I know it. I’ve seen the interviews. ‘Oh, it’s always a pleasure to talk to you,’” she mimicked, rolling her eyes.

He tilted his head, his smirk growing wider. “What can I say? I’m just naturally charming.”

“Yeah, sure, naturally charming,” she echoed with sarcasm.

Franco leaned back against the couch, his arm still draped around her as his smirk softened into a playful grin. “Harmless flirting,” he said, drawing out the words with an air of exaggerated innocence. “It’s all part of the job, you know. Keeps the reporters entertained… nothing serious.”

She shot him a skeptical look, though the corners of her mouth twitched. “Harmless, huh? That’s what they all say until someone starts calling you mi amor in the paddock.”

He let out a laugh, the kind that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. “Mi amor? Wow, that’s a step up. I must be better at this than I thought.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” she quipped, nudging him lightly with her elbow.

“Come on,” he teased, tilting his head to look at her. “You know none of that means anything. It’s just words, smiles, the occasional wink—”

“The occasional wink?” she interrupted, mock horrified. “Oh, I feel so reassured now.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “What I’m saying is, it’s harmless. You, on the other hand…” He paused for dramatic effect, his eyes narrowing slightly but with a glint of mischief. “Are you keeping things harmless, or do I need to worry about you sweet-talking to other guys?”

She laughed, swatting at his chest. “Seriously, Franco? You’re the last person who should be asking that question.”

“I’m just saying,” he replied, his tone dropping to something almost earnest. “I might be a shameless flirt, but I don’t exactly make a habit of sharing my couch with just anyone.”

Her teasing expression faltered for a split second, replaced by something softer, though she quickly masked it with another smirk. “Oh, so I’m special now?”

He shrugged, feigning nonchalance, though his eyes gave him away. “Maybe. Depends. Are you treating me like I’m special too?”

The question hung in the air for a moment, playful yet with an undercurrent of something real.

“Guess you’ll just have to trust me,” she said finally, her voice light but her gaze steady.

He grinned, leaning closer. “Fair enough. But if you ever want my phone password, just ask,” he added, his tone dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

She rolled her eyes, though her smile widened. “Please, Franco. I wouldn’t know what to do with all that ‘harmless flirting’ evidence.”

“You’d find a way to forgive me,” he teased, his arm tightening around her as they both laughed, the banter giving way to a comfortable silence that said more than words ever could.

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✯ authors note: English is not my first language, and I hope you liked it <3

[russell-crowe]

i have been listening to quite a bit of U2 today and now the age old question of "which member is actually my fave?" has resurfaced

[billiessillywife]

pov: you’ve always had trouble with maintaining ur weight , eating is a struggle you always tend to binge then you feel guilty and it’s a huge spiral , billie your girlfriend notices and helps you.

warnings: talk about self harm, weight and eating

songs to listen to : camden by gracie abrams and skinny by billie eilish

weight has always been a factor in your problems. the lyrics to billie’s songs in the background and you listen attentively it feels like ur floating really

people say i look happy

just because i got skinny

but the old me is still me and maybe the real me

and i think she’s pretty

this was true in more ways than once , the old you is still in the back of your mind. truly a memory never fading away, it find a special place in ur brain and just sits there . the old you never cared about how many calories that cake had , or the fact that you needed to starve urself before a event to look good.

she truly lived with no looking at back. you think if she saw the older version of you she’d be so fucking disappointed. you always wore the baggiest clothes stealing them from billie to hids away the pain and the guilt , the disappointment of looking like this . you hide away half your face when ur snapping/ face timing one of your friends so that you don’t see you big nose or the fact that you have a double chin , you can’t help but to over analyze every single specific feature of your face and body.

you scratch ur back and neck slightly you always do that, it’s comfort for you but what people don’t know. is that when you scratch you tend to use your nails more harshly ,rougher causing multiple scars on ur neck and back , it stings you when ur in the shower, but it dosen’t annoy you , you want that feeling ,the pain.

you never saw your self making it to 25 you’re 21 currently your struggling and it’s so bad , your driving and it’s slowly becoming harder, recklessly and you hope that one day you hit on impact and go , just go. you hope for once someone can hear you, hear the quite sobs at night.

somebody please know that i’m trying

billie is in the kitchen making breakfast and you go to the bathroom to brush up. one look at the reflection on the mirror , you hold your stomach , running your fingers up and down you see the stretch marks and you fucking hate it again and again, the fact that there’s so much fat doesn’t sit right with you, you want to take it all away

idontwannabeyouanymore

this always happens and you can’t help it . you truly hate your body , ur eating habits everything that sums up you you hate it.

billie goes up the stairs and finds you in the bathroom. she enters and you don’t even feel it so caught up in the rummage of your thoughts

she wraps her hand around ur waist softly

hi baby i made pancakes come on let’s go eat

she looks at you with so much love after 1 year you together you still can’t grasp that the billie eilish loves you. you’ve spent endless nights crying and billie reassuring you that she’s never going to love you she’ll stick through it through the deep and shallow the thin and thick she’s so madly in love with you even with the things you hate she loves a million times more.

you don’t say a word but billie understands she keeps her hand on ur waist and slightly turns ro face you .

she grabs your chin and makes you look at her ocean eyes .

baby hey, i know that this is hard , the slightest and even smallest things in life can be hard to do , you can find it fucking hard to go to the bathroom in the morning and that’s okay , you move in your pace , i told you this once and i’ll say it forever and ever , you my love you’re truly an artwork , a godsend miracle just for me to look at and admire , i can seriously look at you for hours on end and i wouldn’t get bored , your beautiful face, those brown gorgeous eyes, your cute button nose, that freaking smile you have , all i want is for you to see your self the way i do , so so so beautiful and just ethereal my love i see it when i look at you , you my sweet girl . your body mama dont get me started on it , it’s perfect in more ways than one your hip dips just gives me more and more to love, your stretch marks and everything. i love you with everything about you the good and bad baby always know that please .

you sigh with tears in your eyes , billie loves you and you love her , it’s gonna be okay this is just one stumble in the road

i love you so much billie

i’m so in love with you beautiful

she wraps you up in her arms and hugs you so so tightly whispering sweet nothings youre gonna be okay .

[thesunkeptrising]

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[brown-little-robin]

I think I'm in the "conscious incompetence" stage of being a social animal in the real world and it sucks so majorly. bro what do you do after you realize you're bad at socializing and then in-person interaction gets harder because you know you're failing at it now.

[theood]

I went to no one's mad at you island and all your friends were there and they told me they all love you and could never hate you and they don't mind that sometimes your emotional responses are bigger than the actual problem and they asked where you were. They miss the shape of you in the group and how your laugh and smile and the way you speak weaves the group together. They wanna see you again soon and hope you call.

[widevibratobitch]

omw to play emotional support for my mom disguised as ✨fun family bonding time✨ for the rest of the week <3333 there's something so deeply wrong with me uwu teehee

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

I was just listening to a song I used to love while we were friends. I listened to it so often, we talked so often, it became the background music to our relationship.

I'm listening to it while I knit. I often forget that I started knitting because of you. I remembered tonight. It's strange, I never knitted anything for you. I've knitted for other loved ones, rarely for myself, but never for you. I remembered you showing me the amazing things you made, and I wished I could get to that level of skill. But at that time, you had to explain to me how to purl because I couldn't get it.

Everything reminds me of you in a terrible way. Everything I do is an echo of you. I started painting so that I could paint for you. I started knitting to bond with you. I hear your voice in the music I listen to. You're haunting the things that I love. Will I ever make a brush stroke or stitch without you on my mind?

[loverboybrightsideghost]

"reblog for something lgbt to happen to you" at this point i'd be grateful if something straight happened to me

[phagodyke]

tried putting on my radiator for the first time this winter (we've had snow this week.... its focking cold) but it trips the fusebox for the entire flat lmfao. I'm fuuuucked 😐

[adustoflove]

This will always be a better option than arguing with people and attempting to control them. It's not great, but at least I can control myself by just leaving

[hazmatazz]

realizing how much physical affection means to me literally. like i always get that as my #1 love language for every fun test i do but oh my god they're right. i don't get enough physical affection or i don't get people saying they're giving me physical affection when they can't and suddenly i'm staying up that everyone hates me

[wheelercore]

Constantly thinking abour karen wheeler btw but in a way that makes everyone here super madsies

[elytrafemme]

feelin anxious nd not like a person. i need to sleep before 2 am these days more but whenever i get stressed i want to resolve it and i should probably realize that this isn't going to happen and my anxiety is maybe bad again. or something