#I love that song and it makes me think of them

[mielthebee]

Yes, and I’m noticing that a lot of this comes from an inability to understand the necessary conditions for regulation.

Regulating safely IS POSSIBLE for people that have “strange or uncomfortable ways” of making those “big feelings” in your body go away so you can move on with your life. There are toys that are made for a reason like chew toys and stim toys and fuck it, even SEX TOYS fulfill this regulation need!

Your body NEEDS stimulation. Your brain is asking for something and it NEEDS a response from you to move on. It’s a programming language that society doesn’t understand yet but we can get to that later.

Your brain is asking you for something. It asks your BODY for something. Sometimes what you feel in your body is very BIG. Therefore there are BIG FEELINGS that LIVE IN your body.

Your body doesn’t know what to do. But it knows it needs SOMETHING, so you start STIMULATING.

I personally really like chewing. Dogs have that shit figured out, chewing feels GREAT. I love it and it always “itches” the parts of my brain that I need it to when I need to focus. I am literally communicating with my brain THROUGH my body. It’s possible and everyone does it!

You need head scratches to calm down because you need to feel like you’re soft and deserve to be treated gentle? Girl, put on those fake nails and give yourself that head massage you deserve! You need to write all your big ideas somewhere but you just have no room? Put those big ass rolled up papers on the walls and go nuts! You’re making art that will be useful for your therapists and your loved ones if you ever need to explain what you went through that day.

Your body knows you. You are the only one who knows your body. Sometimes your body needs things that are really scary or can hurt. This is where accessibility tools come in. Some people use markers or pens to draw on themselves or use makeup to satisfy the need to see yourself with marks on your body for “punishment” or “relief”.

My love, your body is art. Listen to the songs it sings for you, and remember to ask yourself what you can do to make these moments safer for you. Don’t be afraid to be afraid. Don’t be afraid to be childish. Don’t be afraid to cry, and don’t be afraid to feel your big feelings. I’m going to fight hard to make it safer to feel them.

They live in your body for a reason. It’s not a betrayal to your past self to choose what you think might be the path to get better.

I hope me from the past is as proud of me as I am of her for listening to her body.

Hey, here’s a concept. What if we stopped saying “but autistic people CAN do all those things” (erasing high support needs) and instead started saying “not being able to do those things doesn’t impact someone’s value as a person nor does it make it okay to commit eugenics”.

[resident-gay-bitch]

Steve’s always a little insecure in his relationships, always worries that they’re only in it for a short while, that all their promises are just words, no truth behind them.

He’s two months into his relationship with Eddie, and Steve’s already very in love with him, and it’s terrifying. This is the most in love Steve has ever been.

They said it for the first time the other day, during a super romantic and cosy night of Chinese takeout and nostalgic kids movies, snuggled up on the couch with never ending kisses. They had sex that night too, for the first time.

They had fooled around only a couple of times before that, nothing too serious, and only twice, since Eddie’s Demisexual. Steve didn’t know that waiting was exactly what he needed, assurance that Eddie wasn’t just there for his body.

After that night he feels even more connected to Eddie, feels the love radiating from his goofy smile and his puppy dog eyes. And the way Eddie kissed him, the way Eddie touched him, it was unforgettable. Genuine electricity. Steve had never felt so special and precious in his life, never felt so loved.

He’s still got his insecurities though, now that they’ve stepped up their relationship, Steve’s gotten a lot more comfortable, shown the secret side of him, the side that only Robin knows about really. He’s worried, like all the rest of them, that Eddie won’t like him anymore, that he’ll leave.

Robin tells him he’s being negative and stupid, Eddie’s totally the one, she can feel it!!

Steve wants to feel it, thinks the tips of his fingers are buzzing from it, but he just won’t let himself. Not yet. Not until he knows for sure.

They’re on FaceTime, having dinner together because Eddie’s gone away for a few nights with his band for a gig, and they miss eachother. Eddie called him, no prompting needed, and when Steve answered he said: “Stevie, baby, oh my god I missed you— hey fuckin, Jeff!! Look at my boyfriend, how hot is he? I got a cute ass boyfriend, wow, I feel so much better now I get to talk to you again. How are you, sweetheart? I hope you’re okay.”

Steve’s heart fucking bloomed. He feels nauseous he’s so fucking in love.

“What are you doing, Ed’s? You keep looking away from me.”

“I know, a total crime, don’t hate me. I’d much rather look at you, baby— hey shut up, Jeff, let me be in love!” Eddie yelled, tossing a pen at his bandmate across the room, “Sorry, Stevie. Uh, I’m doing some research for some songs I’m writing, making sure I’m not gonna fucking accidentally steal someone’s copyrighted track. Boring stuff, legal stuff, what are you doing?”

“Not much, missing you.”

Eddie chuckles, “God, I miss you too. Want me to come over when I get home? I’d invite you to mine, but these guys always get grouchy after a long drive home and our unit would probably just depress you.”

“Yeah, please.” Steve smiled sweetly, picking at his dinner. They fall into silence for a while, Eddie deep in concentration, his eyebrows furrowed and his tongue poking out over his top lip as he types away on his laptop.

Steve’s got this question gnawing at him. One of those dumb fucking questions that he shouldn’t ask, because it’s stupid. The kind of question that if he asks too many of them, his parter will get pissed off and leave, or yell at him to stop. He’s already asked Eddie one weird question, but it wasn’t even that weird, it still got a strange reaction from Eddie though. Steve didn’t take it as a good one.

Fuck, he can’t help it though, it just starts coming out of his mouth before he can really stop it, “Hey, uh, Eddie…?”

“Yah, light of my life?” He laughs to himself, isn’t looking at the camera so he can’t see Steve begin to blush, thankfully.

“If you became a rich and famous rockstar, would you leave me behind? Be honest.” Steve nodded, “I can take it-“

“Of course not, Stevie.” Eddie said, still looking at his laptop screen, it seems like he barely even thinks about the answer, “Why would I do that?”

“If you were famous, you’d have other options.”

“Yeah, but I have you. Would you leave me, if you got famous?”

“No.” Steve snickers, like it’s obvious. Because it is, because Steve’s attached to Eddie, obviously, Steve loves Eddie more than Eddie loves Steve, probably.

“See, so why would I?” Eddie says simply, a small smile on his face as he looks at Steve like he’s being goofy and weird.

Steve should just shut his mouth before Eddie starts to hate him, but he just can’t, “Well, there are better options for famous people.”

“Not for me.” Eddie says simply, and it kills Steve, genuinely, a fucking stake through the heart in the best kind of way.

“What if you were on a red carpet, and… uh… oh, what if Hugh Jackman hit on you? Would you chose him over me?”

Eddie laughed, “Look, Hugh is hot, but he’s not as hot as you. Have you seen your ass, Stevie?”

Steve flustered, “We- Uh, what about like, Dave from Foo Fighters? He’s really hot.”

“Not my type at all, besides he’s a cheater so ew.”

“Okay…” Steve wonders, “Megan Fox?”

“Gorgeous! But I don’t swing that way.”

“Right, yeah, of course.” Steve sighed, “Oh, you really like Robert Irwin, right?”

Eddie laughed, looked over at Steve on his phone and smiled sweetly, rubbed a hand over his mouth, “Yeah, I like him, he’s cute. Wanna know why?”

Suddenly, Steve feels very jealous. It must show on his face too because Eddie snickers at him, “Uh, why?”

“Because he reminds me of you, dork.”

“What? How?” Steve is baffled.

“He’s cute, I like your little blonde highlights and he’s blonde. And he’s fit like you I guess. But mostly because he’s like, just a good looking chill out dude until you hear him talk, then you realise he’s a huge massive super ultra dork and you can’t help but want to know more about him.” Eddie smiled, turned back to his laptop and Steve watched him scroll through a document through the reflection of his glasses, “If Robert Irwin ever hit on me I’d be flattered as fuck. But I’d kindly reject him, and tell him I’ve got my own dork at home who prepared me for such a moment, by asking stupid questions like would you ever leave me— no Steve. I wouldn’t. Duh. You’re too good of a kisser.”

Steve laughed, let himself feel flustered for a while. Satisfied that he let himself be just the right amount of clingy to let Eddie know that he’s kinda like that, but not too clingy that he scared Eddie away.

“Would you take me with you then? When you’re rich and famous?”

“Oh, you know it baby.” Eddie grinned, “When I’m making millions, you’re quitting your goddamned job and travelling the world with me, and I’ll buy you whatever the fuck you want. I’ll be your full time sugar daddy no doubts about it, gorgeous.”

Steve loves this guy so much. “Yeah, sure, you can be my sugar daddy the day you figure out how to ask me how to touch your dick without stuttering and blushing and hiding in my neck about it.”

Eddie stuttered, clearly caught off guard as he began to choke on air. Steve could hear his friends in the room around Eddie begin to laugh and make fun of him. Steve laughed with him, because Eddie knows how Steve feels about that, he knows that Steve likes how shy Eddie got in bed.

Steve thinks it’s incredibly hot, a guy so confident and out there reduced to a stuttering mess the second he gets a “hot” guy in bed, as Eddie said.

Eddie’s friends begin to heckle and tease him for a bit, and Steve listens in silence as his boyfriend fights with the lot of them.

“Hey, Eddie?” Steve asks, once they’re calmed down and quiet again.

Eddie sighs, rolls his head away from his laptop and over to look at Steve, Steve hates this. Eddie smiles anyway, even though Steve is sure he’s faking it now, and says, “Yes, my love?”

He wants to take it back. He wants to shut his mouth.

“Never mind.” Steve shakes his head.

“No, my love. Ask me, go on. It was a follow up question to the whole fame thing, right?” Eddie shrugged, “I only sighed because you should know that how I feel isn’t something so easily raptured by a mere celebrity.”

“Oh…” Steve nodded, thought about that for a moment. Wondered if anyone else in his situation would have known that, maybe he’s just insecure, too insecure, Eddie’s bound to get annoyed by it. It seems like he already is. “I was just going to ask if you’d ever write a song about me?”

Eddie smiles, blushes, and it’s so sweet, “I already have, Stevie. Three.” He looks back at his laptop, groans and Steve sees in his glasses reflection that Eddie closes all the tabs he’s looking at in anger, “Yah, you’re so easy to write love songs about to be completely honest. But no, I’m not telling you anything about them. You’ll hear when they’re ready.”

Steve is over the moon, “Okay.”

Silence again. He watches Eddie open up a new application, Steve recognises as his music app thing. He makes demos and back tracks with it, which is cool. Eddie begins to play around with if a bit, and Steve listens to the noise and wonders what song Eddie’s trying to create.

He’s got that urge again. God, he’s so clingy. Steve can’t stand how clingy he is, no one can. It’s only a matter of time before Eddie’s telling him he’s too clingy and walking out the door.

He really can’t help himself. Maybe he’s just self destructive.

“Eddie, would you tell the world I was your boyfriend, if you get famous?”

“Yup.” Eddie nodded, “But they’d only know your name, and your face, and how much I love you. Don’t want you getting stalked by weirdos— you know, if I get famous enough that people want to stalk my boyfriend.”

Steve thinks that’s really sweet of him, especially since he had that rolling off the top of his tongue, no thinking time needed.

“Well… would you take me to all your A lister parties and events?”

“If there’s no plus one option, I’m not going sweetheart. Wouldn’t want you sitting at home, worried.”

“What would you do if a celebrity like… hmm, Eddie Van Halen hit on me?”

Eddie grinned, “Then I’d say you’re seeing ghosts, sunshine.”

“If he were alive, though?”

“Then… I’d think it’s awesome that we have something in common, you’re our type— oh! And then you’d get to say you were hit on by two guys named Eddie who played guitar super good.”

Steve laughed, “Would you introduce me to Sabrina Carpenter?”

“It would be the first thing I’d do.”

“Would you get jealous if she hit on me?”

“Oh yeah.” Eddie nodded, “I’m gay as fuck and I’d still take her out on a date, you know, she’s pretty. She’s like, the girl version of you. Anyway I’d be super jealous and heartbroken but I’d tell you to take your chance.”

“Seriously?”

“Yup.” He assured, “You will be hearing from me, I’ll be that crazy ex just waiting for you two to break up. I’d sabotage so bad, but I’d just want you to be happy. But I would hate if that was without me.”

Steve smiled, “Imagine if we were animals? Would you still fall in love with me if we were both little otters or something?”

“Yup, I’d be head otter heals for you.”

Steve laughed, “Dude, you’re so lame.”

“Don’t call me dude whist asking these clingy ass questions.” Eddie snickered out, and Steve shut up.

He swallowed. Stared hard at the camera and tried to surpress his sudden urge to cry.

“You get so fucking clingy sometimes.” Eddie muttered, quiet enough that his friends couldn’t hear him, “I genuinely didn’t think someone could get this clingy.”

Steve hates him.

He’s about to shut off the call when he sees something flash in Eddie’s glasses, squints to get a better look at whatever is on Eddie’s screen.

“Hey, uh, forgot to mention my uncle had this watch he thought you might like— cause I got one, but you don’t wear silver do you?”

“Nope, never.” Steve shook his head, bile rising in his throat, he can’t figure out what’s taken up all of Eddie’s attention, “Tell him thanks though.”

“Got it.” Eddie muttered to himself, pressed enter on his keyboard, and a webpage popped up with large images of golden band rings.

“What are you doing?” Steve wonders quietly.

“Huh? Oh, just mixing some music still, like I was before. Just trying to think up what I should do next.”

Steve is not that stupid. He knows Eddie’s lying. He’s lying so hard right now.

Eddie grabs his phone, pulls it close to his face so Steve can only see from his nose up, and he begins tapping away at his screen.

“Sorry, I’ll put you down in a sec, cutie, just checking something.”

With this closer angle, Steve can see very clearly what Eddie’s checking on his phone. He’s checking his bank account.

He’s checking his bank account, looking back at the web page of rings on his laptop, then pondering something in his head.

“Everything okay, Eddie?”

“Yup, just thinking up some lyric changes. Got them all written in my phone, I’ll put you down now.”

He’s such a liar, Steve’s just confused. And hurt.

“Why are you so quiet?” Eddie wondered, his phone back down on the table like it was before, eyes back on his laptop as he scrolls through rings, “Are you okay?”

“Yep.” Steve nodded.

Eddie sighed, “Hey, would you still love me if we were animals? You never answered back.” Eddie said, “What if I was an otter and you were a little fishy?”

Steve hesitates, “You’d probably eat me.”

“I’d eat you right now, Steve.” Eddie said flatly, then he ducked his head and whispered, “I miss the taste of you. I love kissing you- Hey, can I suck your dick sometime? Been thinkin’ about it.”

“Oh, now you’re brave enough to ask whilst you’re a million miles away and not even looking at me?”

“Yup.” Eddie snickered, froze for a moment with his brows furrowed, clicked on a ring and zoomed in on it, glanced between his laptop and Steve a few times. “Uh, sorry, what were we talking about?”

Steve can see the description of the ring he’s looking at. He can see, clear as day, the description reads (backwards): “Solar - Gold embossed engagement ring.”

Steve can’t believe this. Eddies looking at engagement rings. Is he looking at engagement rings?

“How much do you love me?” Steve asked, a vomit of words.

Eddie smiled, hung his head like he’s all embarrassed about it, “A lot, Stevie baby. A lot.” Eddie chuckled, “I can’t believe I get you all to myself. Not to be poetic or anything, but my life was a dark, empty night sky before I met you, and then suddenly my life was summer sun, gorgeous. You’re my sunshine, right?”

“Right.” Steve nodded, “I love when you call me that.” He squints at the reflection in Eddie’s glasses and can make out the pattern of the sun embossed on the ring.

“God, I miss you.” Eddie sighs, adds the ring to his shopping cart and keeps scrolling.

Jeff walks behind Eddie on his way out of the kitchen and stops in his tracks, walks over.

“Just working on that song, look good?” Eddie asks, and Jeff leans down on his shoulder, “I think if I add this in, this take could be the one. What do you think? Or do you think I’m being too stupid? Is it too soon for that big moment?”

Oh, fuck, he’s really looking at engagement rings.

Jeff smiles, squeezes Eddie’s shoulder encouragingly, “I mean, yeah, in theory. But you’ve never done anything by the book, and all your best choices have been a little crazy like that. If you feel it’s the right choice, and will work well with the music, then yeah, by all means.”

Eddie gins, looks back at Steve, “Yeah, it’s definitely the right choice.”

Jeff snickers, wonders off shaking his head, and Eddie looks so giddy as he takes one last look at the ring.

Eddie’s thinking about proposing to Steve.

“Don’t you think I’m clingy?” Steve blurted out, catching Eddie completely off guard.

Eddie glanced at him, sighed, carefully shut his laptop and set his attention on Steve, “Well, yeah? You are clingy.” Eddie shrugged, “Dude, you don’t understand how lucky I feel, I think. I like that. I mean, you love me so much that you wanna cling to me like a fucking koala. I’m surprised you haven’t gotten bored of me yet.”

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, Steve feels so warm and fuzzy inside.

“I love you so much.” He mumbles, brings the phone close to his face to virtually kiss Eddie, “Do you want to move in with me?”

“What?” Eddie stuttered out, “Uh, are you serious?”

“Yes, I’m serious in this conversation and also about this relationship. About you.”

“Fuck.” Eddie sighed, laughed a little delirious, “Yeah, yes, I do. I’d love that, sunshine.”

“When you get back then. Just… just come over and don’t leave.” Steve nodded, “We can talk more then, about us, and everything. I just want you around me always.”

“God, Stevie, you don’t know how much I feel that in my heart.” Eddie said, two hands pressed over his heart to swoon a little.

Steve doesn’t tell him that he knows of Eddie’s plans, and five months later, when the special day comes, Steve doesn’t tell him that he’s already seen the ring. Though, he does mention it in his vowels, tells everyone watching just how much harder that evening made Steve fall in love with Eddie. That he couldn’t believe someone was falling so hard, so fast, just as he was.

Steve never doubted another relationship again, purely because his only relationship from then on was with Eddie.

He’d never felt as secure as he does with Eddie, since that night, never second guessed his intentions, never doubted their love.

They’re mutually head otter heals for each other. Robin was right, Eddie is the one.

[hughes-your-daddy]

Idk if you listen to Sabrina but in good graces where she says “break my heart and I swear I’m moving on to your favorite athlete” and now popstar!reader is in a happy but private relationship with Quinn. Her ex thought he could win her back after buying backstage passes and thinks he’s lucky to also meet his favorite athlete backstage only to find out Quinn and reader are together and Quinn is lowkey pretty protective of her

good graces

pairing: quinn hughes x singer!reader

summary: requested above

warning: creepy ex, mild sa

“i’m excited to see you perform baby,” quinn smiles, thumb running over your knuckles as you drive to the arena in the uber.

you had been asked to perform at the nhl all star game at half time, so here you are arriving at the arena for a sound check, ahead of tonight’s performance.

a few of the hockey players would also be there to do some pr, but hopefully none of them should be watching. well, quinn has made it his mission to sneak a peek since he won’t be able to watch tonight.

you quickly arrive, hopping out and grabbing your bag. thankfully there isn’t any paparazzi yet so getting inside is easy. you get taken through to a dressing room area where you and quinn dump your stuff before he moves to meet some of the other players for their pr.

you meet your manager at the rink, seeing the stage set up ontop of the ice like it will be tonight.

“ok so we have a lineup of taste, good graces and espresso, we’ll just need to sound check good graces since it’s a new one.” the stage manager says as you nod, pulling your hoodie tighter around you as you step out onto the ice, uggs keeping your feet warm and stepping onto the stage.

you say a quick hello to your band before starting to check vocals a little bit, saving your energy for tonight you just stay by your mic stand.

you finish good graces and before the music cuts out you hear clapping. confused your eyes drift over to the side of the rink where a group of players are stood, quinn at the centre of them clapping.

you see his smile, wide across his face. as he cups his mouth sending a whoop your way. you giggle slightly at the group before going back to sound check mode, your manager speaking over your in ears.

“we good?” you ask down the mic, your sound desk man sending you a quick thumbs up. you give them one back before handing the mic off to a sound tech and hopping down heading over to quinn.

“you were great baby,” he smiles, pulling you in for a tight hug, pressing a kiss to your temple, “i love that new song,” he whispers making me chuckle.

“you like your line?” you ask seeming him grin wide, nodding his head.

“that’s my sister in law everyone.” you hear jack call out making everyone laugh.

quinn sends him a glare, luke knocking him over the head, as his teammates giggle. quinn hasn’t asked you yet, but there’s been subtle signs, from both of you even his family that you’re ready to take it to the next level.

you say a quick hello to all the other players before you heading back to the dressing room, quinn trailing behind.

“i’m gonna head back to the hotel, do you know how much longer you’ll be?” you ask, grabbing your bag and sliding quinn’s jacket on.

“probably an hour or so.” he smiles, coming up to wrap his arms around your waist, resting his heirs head in the crook of your neck. you let your hands come up tangling in the curls at the base of his neck.

“want me to grab you some lunch on the way back?” you ask, feeling his smile against your neck, nodding.

“that would be insane thank you.” he mumbles before pulling away pressing his lips to yours. you smile into the kiss letting your hands tangle further into his curls before pulling away.

“i’ll see you later baby.” he smiles before you press one more quick kiss to his lips and leaving. you stop by a small cafe on the way back getting two chicken salads and a smoothie before heading back to the hotel.

you decide to just lounge abit, watching a bit of netflix while eating and then showering, before your glam team arrive, starting to set up in the room. you change into a small tank top, easy to take on and off after your makeup and hair when quinn comes back.

“hiya baby.” he smiles pressing a quick kiss to your lips before heading off to the bedroom to have his pre game nap.

your makeup artists does your signature rosey glam, with your hair stylist doing some hollywood curls, setting them in place with some hairspray.

your hairstylist is just finishing your hair when quinn pops in, still half asleep from his nap.

“i’m gonna shower now babe, jack and luke are gonna come up so we can head down together.” he smiles as you nod.

“i just need to get my dress on so we shouldn’t be long.” you smile before he disappears to the bathroom, jumping in the shower.

your hairstylist finishes and your given your dress to change into. you quickly thank them before heading through to the bedroom, hearing the shower in the en-suite still running.

you take off your sweats and tank top, also removing your bra since you can’t wear one with your dress before jumping at the sound of a wolf whistle.

“jesus christ quinn.” you laugh, seeing him walk out with a towel hung low around his waist. he comes over, setting his hands on your waist, a few water droplets covering your chest.

“baby, i got to get ready.” you smile, pushing a few wet curls off his forehead to stop them from dripping.

“do we have to go?” he whines causing you to laugh.

“well i think your captain if you team and im performing under a contract so i think so.” you reply sarcastically before he pressing a kiss to your neck, nothing sexual, just loving since he knows he can’t actually kiss you because your makeup artist would kill him.

“hurry up and dry off so you can zip me up.” you smile, patting his chest as he laughs, moving away to get ready.

you change your panties as well, before moving across to slide your dress on. the gold slip dress, corseted top slides on over your body, opting for a strapless look.

“can you zip me up please.” you ask quinn through the mirror. he walks over, shirtless in dress pants, zipping up your dress before pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“you look beautiful baby.” he whispers, wrapping his arms around your waist, letting his head rest on your shoulder, looking at you through the mirror.

“mmh, you should go for the shirtless look.” you giggle causing his to laugh before pulling away to finish getting ready.

you move back into the open area of your room, your stylist tying the corset before help you step into your loubiton heels.

you stand to take a few pictures before quinn comes out of the bedroom, dressed in a black suite, with a matching black tie, letting his curls breathe today, no beanie.

he stands back watching you for a bit before you motion for him to join you.

“just a few pictures babe?” you smile and he hesitates for a moment before joking you, letting you team take a few pictures before jack and luke are coming in, smiling when seeing both of you.

“hiya.” you smile giving each of them a hug.

“yous both look great.” jack smiles, pulling away as luke hugs you.

yous take a few pictures all together before your driver is ready to take all of you to the arena.

you head down to the lobby where there is a few paparazzi waiting outside the hotel since most of the players are staying here. you wave to a few, quinn’s hand staying on your lower back, offering a hand to help you into the car, before jack and luke hop in as well.

the drive isn’t too long and soon enough your stepping out heading onto the red carpet. you take a few solo pictures before quinn joins you, wrapping his arm around your waist, yours moving to the middle of his back, tapping your fingers gently, a little code you both have when in public situations.

he looks over to you, matching your smile before continuing to move down the line, jack and luke joining again for a group one before heading inside.

“love you baby, i’ll see you at half time ok?” quinn says, pulling you aside from the hustle and bustle, slipping into a side corridor.

“i did t get to tell you but you look really handsome tonight quinn.” you smile, a blush creeping on both your cheeks.

“not as hot as you though,” he smirks, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips, “can’t wait for tonight.” he mumbles against your lips before pulling away and heading down the corridor to the players room.

you giggle to yourself before heading down to your own dressing room where your glam team are setting up.

they help you out of your dress and get into some sweats and a shirt to wait in before having to get ready. you watch the game on a small monitor on the wall, before needing to get into your performance outfit, your team doing a few touchups and heading out to the arena.

you see the teams heading off before being escorted to the side of the stage which is being pushed onto the rink quickly by tech teams.

you begin performer “good graces” a new song with your back up dancers hearing the arena roar at “Break my heart, and I swear I'm movin' on with your favorite athlete.”

yours and quinn’s relationship hadn’t been quiet as such but you hadn’t made a big thing about it in public, simply just letting the public see whatever they see, you and quinn just being a regular couple, so hearing that line made the fans go crazy.

you finish up your set, waving goodbye to the arena, but one person catches your eye, someone who you thought you’d left 4 years ago, someone quinn saved you from.

your breath catches in your throat as his eyebrow raises at your eye contact before you keep your composure moving off the stage quickly walking through the corridors.

you space out, letting people move around you, someone taking your microphone, removing your mic pack before your free to go. you find your breath for a minute heading back to the dressing room, your glam team waiting outside.

“give me a minute yeh?” you say politely, flashing a small smile as they nod, letting you inside.

you quickly head in, leaning back against the door closing your eyes and taking a breath. you try to take a few calming breaths before jumping at a voice.

“very nice performance y/n.” he says, and you freeze, looking forward and seeing him, stood there, hands in pockets smirk on his face.

“that lyric huh? you knew hughes was a favourite of mine?” he asks, slowly walking over. your hand darts to the handle, but his is quicker grabbing your wrist.

“what do you want?” you ask, voice wavering of slightly, his grip tightening around your waist.

“i want you back, fuck that hughes boy.” he says getting closer, before he drags you away from the door, flinging you into the small sofa, your head hitting the wall, sending you into a dazed world.

he lets out a small chuckle before you see his blurry figure walk towards you again, towering over your figure.

“you always were good to me.” he says, leaving down, as you try to squirm away. you feel your breathing pick up, his grip tightening one again on each of your wrists, pining you down from moving. you feel tears well up and slowly fall, as your body starts to succumb to what’s happening.

“get the fuck off of her,” you hear a voice yell before he’s being pulled off of you by security, quinn wrapping you up in his arms, “baby, i’m here, breathe baby.” he soothes as you break in his arms, hear still half off from the break.

he holds you for a few minutes before you find your breathing begin to settle again, the room now empty of security, just you and quinn.

“that’s it baby, just keep breathing.” he says, grand brushing over your hair.

“i tried to get away quinn.” you whisper, his lips finding your temple, pressing a soft kiss to it.

“i know baby, but they’ve got him now,” he whispers, letting his head rest on yours as you pull away wincing, “baby, you hurt?” he asks, quickly pulling away at your flinching.

that’s when you realise how deep the ache is in your head.

“i hit my head, he through me against the wall,” you mumble, his hand coming up to check your head, his brows furrowing at the small bump starting to appear on the back of your head.

“i’m gonna get a medic to come check you baby.” quinn says, finger gently grazing over your head.

“don’t you have a game to play?” you ask, sniffling slightly, wiping your nose.

“they can go one without me, just an all star game, nothing serious.” he says sending you a soft smile, before moving to poke his head out the door calling for a medic.

they come in and check your head, doing a concussion protocol to see you have a very small one, nothing too serious but they tell quinn to keep an eye on you.

“let’s get you changed baby, we’ll head back to the hotel.” he smiles, moving across to your bag, pulling out your sweats and his hoodie, helping you get changed out of your outfit into some comfier clothes.

“give me 5 mins baby, im gonna go grab my stuff and ill be right back.” he says, pressing f a soft kiss to your forehead before quickly leaving, letting you rest against the couch, holding a small ice pack the medic gave you against your head.

as promised quinn is back in no time, hurriedly dressed in a hoodie and some shorts, sliders on, hair tossled from the sweat of the first game.

“ok baby, got an uber waiting outside, you think you can walk?” he asks and you nod, quinn moving to pack a couple things in your bag before slinging it on your shoulder and moving to help you up. he slides an arm around you waists before you walk out, security buzzing around the building each sending you a sympathetic smile as you pass.

quinn helps you into the uber before your back off to the hotel, your head falling to rest on his shoulder, as you drive back.

“you gotta stay awake baby.” quinn mumbles, gently nudging you as your eyes start to droop.

you manage to stay awake for the rest of the ride before you heading back up to your room, quinn swiping you room card and guiding you inside.

“lay down baby, i’ll order us some food, you’ve got to eat something.” he smiles, laying you down on your bed. you climb under the covers, letting your head fall back into the soft pillows.

you feel the bed dip beside you, your eyes fluttering open, moving to rest your head on his chest, his arms wrapping around you.

“they’ve arrested him.” he mumbles, you nodding against his chest, “gonna make sure he can never find you again ok?” he says, as you move to look up at him.

“that’s twice now you’ve saved me.” you say huffing out a small laugh, quinn copying.

“mmh, knight in shining armour.” he smiles, brushing your hair back, “i’ll always be here baby, but hopefully it’ll never happen again.” he says, hand moving to cradle your cheek, “i promise.” he says before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips.

“relax baby, i’ll wake you when the food gets here.” he smiles before you rest yourself back against his chest, letting yourself relax a bit for the first time since he appeared.

[pitlanepeach]

Radio Silence | The Best Wedding Ever Group-Chat (Interlude)

Lando Norris x Amelia Brown (OFC)

Series Masterlist

Summary — Order is everything. Her habits aren’t quirks, they’re survival techniques. And only three people in the world have permission to touch her: Mom, Dad, Fernando.

Then Lando Norris happens.

One moment. One line crossed. No going back.

Warnings — Autistic!OFC, groupchat chaos, everyone being a mess.

Notes — This was so fun. Full length usual chapter coming tomorrow! MCLAREN DOMINANCE IN MIAMI YEE HAW

Want to be added to the taglist? Let me know! — Peach x

The reception was in full swing, a soft golden haze settling across the garden as the sun dipped low behind the trees. Music played gently under the hum of voices and clinking glasses. Amelia stood at the edge of the marquee, her dress slightly lifted off the grass, one hand clutching the stem of a flute she hadn’t finished. Her other hand played absently with the beading on her bodice, calm but overstimulated—buoyed by love, yes, but also exhausted by the sheer amount of day in the day.

Max found her there, where the noise thinned. He didn’t announce himself. “You survived,” he said, offering her a chilled glass of water instead of more champagne.

She took it gratefully. “Thank you.”

He nodded toward the dance floor, where Lando was trying to twirl his mum to the beat of a song that wasn’t quite slow enough. “He cried.”

Amelia sighed, but she was smiling. “Yes. He’s very dramatic.”

Max gave her an amused look. “I saw your eyes watering while you were walking the aisle.”

Amelia shrugged. “That was only because you all stood up at once. It startled me.”

Max let out a quiet laugh and bumped his shoulder lightly against hers. “You look very beautiful, zusje.”

“Thank you. Pietra said that I suit white.”

“Yeah, well, she was right.” There was a pause. Then he added, “You know, I’m still surprised we all managed to keep the bouncy castle a secret from him. I’m pretty sure everyone else knew. Everyone in the group-chat anyway.”

Amelia blinked. “The group-chat?” She made a face. “Oh! Oh, I remember him making one, I think. A few weeks ago…”

Max nodded. “It was just the drivers.” He smirked. “It was supposed to be strictly for moral support and wedding plans… It ended up being an absolute mess. You’d hate it.”

“Would I?” She asked, curiously. 

He nodded, his eyes sparkling. “Oh, definitely. Want to see?”

She held out her hand. “Obviously.”

— 

WhatsApp Group Chat — Wedding of the Year Lando Norris created this group.

Lando Norris added: Max Verstappen, Oscar Piastri, Fernando Alonso, Charles Leclerc, George Russell, Pierre Gasly, Esteban Ocon, Daniel Ricciardo, Mick Schumacher, Checo Perez, Yuki Tsunoda, Sebastian Vettel, Lewis Hamilton, Valtteri Bottas, Zhou Guanyu

PINNED MESSAGE

Lando N. Alright legends — if you’re in this group, congrats! 🎉 You’ve officially RSVP’d to the event of the year: mine and Amelia’s wedding.

This chat is now your one-stop shop for all things wedding-related like updates, travel plans, dress codes (no, Max, you can’t wear team kit) schedules, karaoke sign-up (Yuki, we’re counting on you)

Basically, treat this group like a more chaotic version of Reddit — but just for the wedding. 

Questions, hype, memes, logistics — drop them all here.

Let the countdown begin. 💍🔥

— 

Lando N. 

First wedding day rule list had been put together lads 🚫 Strong smells 🚫 Flashing lights 🚫 Unexpected loud noises (Daniel.) ✅ Soft lighting ✅ Calm vibes ✅ Understanding from you lot

If you’re unsure, ask. Don’t guess.

Charles L. Wait wait wait I can’t wear my Tom Ford Oud Wood??????

Max V. You’ll survive Charles

Pierre G. Be honest Charles you just wanted us all to know what cologne you use

Charles L. It’s my signature scent. I guess I will just smell bad. 

Oscar P. Just shower???

Daniel R. Do essential oils count Asking for a friend (the friend is me)

Lando N. NO essential oils. Nothing with any kind of lasting scent pls omfg We will smell like… humans. Deal with it. That said, please wear deodorant — don’t make me wedding a BO nightmare 

Seb V. Delighted to finally attend an event that won’t give me a Dior Sauvage headache Well done to Amelia, what a great boundary!

Yuki T. WAIT SO I CAN’T WEAR MY AXE BODY SPRAY??

George R. You still wear Axe? Actually no that makes so much sense 

Yuki T. I HAVE A SYSTEM GEORGE

Esteban O. Genuinely thank you for explaining this Had no idea scent could be overwhelming for some people Let me know if there's anything else we should avoid 🙏

Lando N. Thanks Esteban mate 🙌 We’ll probs send out some sort of a sensory guide Just follow it. It won’t be complicated

Fernando A. I will read the PDF I will understand the PDF If somebody does not understand the PDF you can ask me to explain it to you. 

Valtteri B. I’ve already made a scentless shower routine spreadsheet Dropping it here [File: Bottas_NoScent_Routine.xlsx]

Lewis H. Proud of how mature you’re being about all of this @Lando 

— 

Daniel R. So when’s the bachelor party? 👀 Or is that not something ur doing 

Lando N. wtf no Of course I’m having a bachelor party tf?????

Max V. ?????

Charles L. Wait what do you mean As in you already had one Or you’re going to have one Without us?

Oscar P. Oh my god @Lando did you, like…. Remember to invite people?

Lando N. … Wait wtf You guys didn’t get the invite?

Pierre G. LANDO.

George R. ARE YOU KIDDING. YOU HAD A WHOLE PARTY AND DIDN’T NOTICE WE WEREN’T THERE???

Lando N. NO I HAVEN’T HAD IT YET IT’S NEXT WEEK i thought it auto-sent from the app thing

Esteban O. What app thing 😐

Yuki T. WHAT KIND OF STAG PARTY APP FORGOT TO STAG THE PARTY

Valtteri B. Was it Eventbrite Because that app once invited me to a conference for funeral directors

Max V. I’m going to kill you I already bought a new outfit for it. Celeste insisted 

Daniel R. Lando you absolute FUCKING IDIOT We planned a group choreographed dance for you and you were gonna cry AND NOW YOU DON’T GET IT

Lando N. WAIT STOP EVERYONE SHUT UP I swear I thought you were all in I literally have a villa rented There’s a boat There’s custom hats You have roles assigned in a murder mystery dinner

Lewis H. Is the murder mystery dinner like 50’s themed or I need to plan my outfits accordingly

Lando N. No it’s 70’s themed obviously 

Mick S. I’m crying this is the dumbest group of men alive But i’m free next week Send the real invite pls

Fernando A. I was born ready for a murder mystery Drop the details I will prepare emotionally and theatrically

Checo P. What are the custom hats I need to know what I’m committing to 

Lando N. [Photo attachment: 17 pastel-coloured bucket hats with everyone’s name embroidered and one that says “Groom of Chaos”]

George R. Ok. Fine

Max V. They are cute. Amelia’s idea I bet 

Daniel R. Dibs on solving the murder

Lando N. Cool See you all in Spain Bring your A-game

—

Yuki T. [Photo attachment: Yuki in a shockingly bright papaya orange suit, no tie, white sneakers, grinning] LOOK I’M WEDDING PREPARED SO EARLY 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Charles L. Oh!

Max V. Wow. You look like a traffic cone.

Pierre G. Yuki… you can’t wear that

Lando N. Thats very bright

Seb V. I'm going to be honest here, Yuki... that’s a hard no for me.

Esteban O. I… don’t know how to say this… but it’s a lot Maybe we keep it a bit more neutral?

Daniel R. Is there a version of that suit in, like, a more subtle colour palette 

Yuki T. I THOUGHT YOU GUYS WOULD LOVE IT IT’S FUN AND BRIGHT AND GOOD VIBES ONLY

Oscar P. Yuki, buddy… I can see the vibes, but it’s just… not for a wedding Maybe one piece of orange? The tie maybe?

Mick S. Man… It’s just a lot of colour. 

Valtteri B. I think it's… a very bold statement.

Fernando A. I am speechless.

George R. Lando cancel the fireworks display, Yuki’s going to be the main entertainment 

Yuki T. SO YOU ALL HATE IT NO ONE SUPPORTS ME EVER

Charles L. Look, buddy, we love you. But this is Amelia’s big day, and she’s already probs going to be like… so overstimulated. Maybe we… tone it down a bit?

Seb V. Maybe a pastel? Something calm and approachable? 

Yuki T. You guys all suck i wanted to be the unique one at the wedding

Lando N. I’m going to send you guys Amelia’s colour palette. Didn’t think you’d need it but I WAS CLEARLY VERY WRONG

— 

Lando N. Actually guys on the subject on suits Where should i get mine lol

Pierre G. Wait

Max V. I’m sorry What

George R. Lando please tell me you’re joking. PLEASE.

Lando N. No like I’ve been busy okay I just realised I don’t have one yet

Oscar P. Lando Your wedding is in seven days 

Daniel R. Bro. BRO. YOU DON’T HAVE A SUIT???

Yuki T. You’re the GROOM???? You are the MAIN CHARACTER???

Fernando A. Have you even been to a tailor? Do you even know your measurements??

Lando N. Well ig figured I’d go like Tomorrow?? Maybe the day after??

Lewis H. This is insanity I think I forgot how young you actually are until right now

Max V. Do you think suits just GROW on TREES They need fittings. And time. And WORK.

Mick S. I’m having a small heart attack on your behalf Does Amelia know this Because I think she might kill you

Lando N. no lol That’s why i’m asking you guys

Pierre G. Oh you are going to get us ALL killed This is not a drill WE ARE IN THE RED ZONE

Oscar P.: Lando mate this is bad 

George R. Imagine Amelia walking down the aisle looking perfect And then you show up in an H&M blazer from 2019

Yuki T. “Lando Norris marries in last-minute sale suit” IMAGINE THAT HEADLINE. IDIOT.

Lando N. Ok well no need to yell I just thought maybe like Asos? or smth?

Daniel R. DID YOU JUST SAY ASOS FOR YOUR WEDDING??? YOUR. WEDDING.

Seb V. I want to lie down in a field and disappear.

Max V. You better be joking You better tell us this is a prank Because I will drive to wherever you are and drag you to a tailor myself

Lando N. God okay okay I’ll fix it You guys are so dramatic

Pierre G. DRAMATIC? DRAMATIC IS FINDING OUT THE GROOM HAS NO SUIT A WEEK BEFORE THE CEREMONY

Yuki T. I’m texting Amelia I’m sorry She deserves to know the truth

Lando N. NO NO NO NO i’ll go today i swear i’ll go NOW pls do not involve her i BEG

George R. We are setting up a Suit Intervention We’re booking you a tailor. This cannot be left to you

Seb V. I’m too old for this

Daniel R. Lando.

Lando N. Okay fine I’ll go Right now After lunch

Max V. I’m watching you One wrong move and I’m telling Amelia everything

Lando N. Omg do you think Amazon sell suits

ALL. NO.

—

Lando N.: Right what do you guys wanna eat from the bbq?? Drop requests and I’ll tell the caterer lol

George R. Okay well i NEED halloumi Like NEED it Non-negotiable

Yuki T. Hot dogs but only the tiny ones they have to be small I don’t trust hot dogs longer than 4 inches

Oscar P. Can we get those garlic butter prawns? The ones that make your fingers smell for 3 days Absolute fire

Max V. I want ribs

Lando N. ok so ribs halloumi weird tiny hot dogs we’re not having fucking shrimp

Lewis H. Is there going to be a plant-based grill or am I going to be expected to gnaw on a tree branch 

Daniel R. Corn But like with cheese and chili and lime Make it dangerous

Pierre G. No corn for me I don’t trust it It’s in your teeth for 6 years

Seb V. Make sure everything’s eco-friendly Bamboo forks. Compost bins. No plastic.

Fernando A. Can we get a whole grilled fish Mediterranean-style

Mick S. Burgers? Like. Just burgers. No one’s said burgers. What is wrong with all of you

Yuki T. What if the buns are slightly toasted like not burnt but lightly crispy i want a crunch

Oscar P. I’d appreciate the the option of pineapple on things meat veg dessert anything put pineapple on it

George R. ...do we have cocktails? Because that influences my BBQ choices. If i’m sipping a mojito, I want grilled peaches.

Max V. You know what I’m going to bring my own steak I don’t trust your caterer 

Lando N. What the HELL is this list None of this matches This is a nightmare

Daniel R. I still can’t believe no one else wants corn You people are wrong

Pierre G. I hope a corn on the cob haunts you in your sleep

Lando N. This was a mistake

Yuki T. Lando make sure the ketchup is Heinz please

—

Lewis H. Hey just a quick one Is roscoe allowed to come to the wedding?

Lando N. Yes Amelia would love that

Lewis H. Cool I’ll dress him up Bowtie. Paws cleaned. Very respectful.

Yuki T. YESSSSS THIS IS SO IMPORTANT roscoe is a GUEST OF HONOUR

Oscar P. absolutely bring him 

Pierre G. Wait wait wait i’m allergic to dogs Like face explodes allergic

Lando N. Where will he sit Is he getting a meal??? I’m confused now 

Yuki T. give him a tiny chair a tiny plate a tiny wine glass with water

Max V.: Okay so I can bring the cats yes?

Lando N.: No cats. 

Pierre G. Guys????????

—

George R. Okay WHERE IS LANDO

Oscar P. What do you mean

George R. I mean where. is. the. GROOM. No one’s seen him since breakfast His phone is off His location isn’t working

Max V. Are you being fucking serious 

Yuki T. I thought he was with you Max??

Daniel R. Oh my god We lost the groom We LOST. THE. GROOM. SOMEONE CALL AMELIA NO WAIT DON’T CALL AMELIA OMG

Pierre G. He’s not at the cottage He’s not at the hotel His suit is gone WE HAVE A GHOST GROOM

Mick S. Has anyone checked the carpark Or the woods idk he might’ve gone feral out of fear

Seb V. He better not have cold feet I’ll kill him

Oscar P. Do we call the police???

Lewis H. Has anyone checked the venue

George R. What venue It doesn’t open for 2 hours??

Lewis H. Right But if you were panicking about the biggest day of your life and wanted to be alone and you were also Lando Norris, wouldn’t you go and sit at the alter way too early?

Max V. He totally would

Daniel R. Wait. Wait wait. I have a photo. From the florist. She just texted me a behind-the-scenes pic of the setup and IS THAT A MAN IN A SUIT SITTING ON THE ALTAR STEPS???

Pierre G. SEND THE PICTURE

Daniel R. *image attached* Zoom in That’s our idiot. Just. Sitting there. Staring into space

George R. LANO WE THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD

Lando N. Oh hey lol I just… got ready early So I came here Is that bad

Yuki T. LANDO

Oscar P.: Are you not bored?

Lando N. I just wanted to make sure i didn’t mess anything up And i didn’t know what to do with myself So i just. Sat.

Pierre G. He’s going to SOB the moment Amelia walks down the aisle Just warning you all now

Lando N. Shut up Gasly I am cool and composed I'm not crying aready I swear

—

Amelia stared at Max’s phone screen, horrified. “Oh.”

Max snorted. “I know. They are all terrible.”

Amelia spun around and launched in Lando’s direction. “Hey! Husband!” She yelled, and Max stared at her in astonishment. “Did you seriously wait until last week to buy your suit?”

[randomthefox]

You can tell someone's point is complete bullshit when all their sources of evidence they're citing are the comics and cartoons which are In Name Only adaptations, and not the actual video games. "Sonic and Tails are all wuvy and wholesome and would never bust each others balls, look at all these screenshots from the comics that prove that!"

Meanwhile in the video games, Sonic and Tails tease each other all the time.

Tails is not treated as "a child" if anything he's treated as the most sensible and mature member of the friend group who has to manage the extreme personality types of everyone else. Tails definitely has personality issues that Sonic is aware of and knows how to soothe, but generally speaking Tails is the reliable and responsible one.

They also NEVER refer to each other as brothers outside of LITERALLY TWO SPECIFIC INSTANCES in Sonic Frontiers where Sonic calling Tails "little bro" was being framed as A BAD THING he was doing because it was infantalizing and patronizing and a result of Sonic seeing Tails as weaker and in need of help and guidance, and the culmination of that chapter was Sonic no longer calling him that and instead referring to him as "partner" instead. The word choice being used for a particular narrative purpose for the sake of the storytelling, and not an accurate reflection of the way the characters view each other. People really need to get the fuck over this, Sonic and Tails have a bond that goes BEYOND family. Referring to them as brothers is a REDUCTION of their relationship.

>he has absolutely no problem indulging tails' interests and needs!!

Note again that NONE of your examples are from THE VIDEO GAMES -_- meanwhile in the video games i.e. THE SOURCE MATERIAL THAT THESE CHARACTERS ORIGINATE FROM

>and TAILS thinks his brother is the coolest thing in the world!! he wants to emulate and be more like him!

In Sonic 2 through Adventure.

Tails' entire character arc is learning that he has value in being himself. Him emulating and imitating Sonic is A BAD THING that he needs to GROW OUT OF. His FUCKING THEME SONG is ENTIRELY about this.

If I just follow you, I will never see the light Now is the time to find my way through this life Trying so hard to be strong

Many friends help me out, in return I help them Certain things I can do And there are things that only I can do No one's alone

Tails wanting to emulate Sonic is a sign of his insecurity, and when he self actualizes in the finale of the Hero story of Sonic Adventure 2 he completely moves on from that mentality. Tails has accepted that he is his own person with his own strength and values and interests, and he can stand on his own two feet instead of being in Sonic's shadow. Sonic was the catalyst for this, but it was development by and for Tails to move on from "needing" Sonic.

What you are saying has not been true of Tails for over twenty years now. If you think that the comics demonstrate that it is still true about him, then that's just one of the many many many reasons these comics are ASS and GARBAGE and DO NOT ACCURATELY REPRESENT THIS FRANCHISE.

>why would u want to make this relationship into a stereotype? they're not typical brothers, they formed this special unbreakable bond themselves!!

I agree with this statement, but your reasoning and conclusion are incredibly faulty and incorrect. Because your reasoning is based on reading these comics and watching the cartoons and NOT on the content that exists in the source material of the characters origin which is the video games.

Please play the video games. I am on my hands and knees begging you to stop reading these god awful comic books and please for the love of all that is holy, play the video games please.

whenever i see stuff abt "we need more tails and sonic dynamic where they're SIBLINGS!" and it's just them being rude to each other i get so sad. they do NOT talk to each other like that!!

sometimes they tease, yeah, BUT:

sonic knows better than anyone that tails is still a child, that he's been through a lot (and thus has some particularly sensitive spots,) and the usually brusque/brash sonic very clearly adopts a softer tone with his lil bro! he's also willing to slow down and (gasp) take care of himself a little better for tails' sake. we also see he gets pretty protective of him...

he has absolutely no problem indulging tails' interests and needs!! sonic thinks tails is adorable!! sonic thinks tails is incredible!!

and TAILS thinks his brother is the coolest thing in the world!! he wants to emulate and be more like him! so while he's inherited some of sonic's attitude (and he's earned the right to use it) he would NOTTT just. straight up insult sonic to his face, much less mean it. don't forget that tails canonically thinks this blue energy rat is incredibly cool

why would u want to make this relationship into a stereotype? they're not typical brothers, they formed this special unbreakable bond themselves!! its unique! its built off of understanding and perfect synchrony!! fundamentally it is sonic gently taking tails in and showing him kindness for the first time, and tails striving every day to emulate his hero! there's no want, no need, and no room for needless cruelty!

[222col]

BOT DUMP by @ 222col °❀⋆

norman fucking rockwell! - lana del rey ᯓ★

꒰ notes ꒱ ft challengers & obx characters 𖤓 thank u to those have been patient with me during my break, lotta love for u all <3 any feedback is welcomed!!!

JJ MAYBANK

𖤓 ( norman fucking rockwell )

𓇼 you and jj were best friends. always had been. but lines had been crossed, and suddenly he was barely paying you any mind outside his bedroom. fed up of his childish behaviour, you call him on his bullshit at the boneyard.

RAFE CAMERON

𖤓 ( mariners apartment complex )

𓇼 rafe's sweet girl. never could you believe that he was your rafe that shot peterkin, you'd stuck by him through it all. only when he fucks up and confesses in front of you do you realise who he is.

ART DONALDSON

𖤓 ( venice bitch )

𓇼 art's enjoying college life, biggest name on campus thanks to his famous pop star girlfriend. living it up at frat parties, and only occasionally riling up his very possessive girlfriend. when you come back from tour to surprise him,and find him between two girls, it was never going to end well.

TASHI DUNCAN

𖤓 ( fuck it i love you )

𓇼 four years since you'd seen the girl you once loved. tashi had promised to keep in touch, stay friends, but you hadn't heard from her since the breakup. out celebrating another tournament win, and she sees the one she loves.

TASHI DUNCAN

𖤓 ( doin' time )

𓇼 you loved her so bad, and she treated you like shit. tashi never let you put a label on it, despite how often she called you her girlfriend, she'd never make it official. time to give her a taste of her own medicine.

RAFE CAMERON

𖤓 ( love song )

𓇼 rafe has always cared more about his image than anything else, and that carried through to his relationship. in reality, he could barely care about you. just the looks that he got when he was with you. prettiest girl on the island, and you were all his.

PATRICK ZWEIG

𖤓 ( cinnamon girl )

𓇼 you were retiring, from your life as a famous band-aid. too many broken promises from musicians, too many boys wasting your time thinking you were just some groupie. one final show, and that's when you spot him. up-and-coming lead guitarist, patrick zweig. retirement was never going to last long. ( almost famous (2000) au )

JJ MAYBANK

𖤓 ( how to disappear )

𓇼 jj could never admit you weren't his anymore, ask anyone and he'd say you were still his girl. whether you had a new boyfriend or not, his answer remained the same. despite the new boy on your arm, you can't help but run back to him.

PATRICK ZWEIG

𖤓 ( california )

𓇼 patrick was finally back in town for off season, months after the breakup. that didn't stop him from spending the whole time with you though. time moves too quickly, and suddenly he's by the door ready to leave you again.

JJ MAYBANK

𖤓 ( the next best american record )

𓇼 pogues were starting to get noticed, touring around the us on their first headline tour. but you and jj were still focused on writing the perfect song. everyone could see it was more than that, the two of you spent every minute together, saying it was all for the song. until jj realises, it's not about the song at all.

PATRICK ZWEIG

𖤓 ( the greatest )

𓇼 things were perfect, then patrick goes off to the junior us open and you never hear from him again. it took art and tashi doing the same to him to realise, you were the greatest loss of them all. when he sees your name on the list of coaches at the tennis club he's playing a challenger at, he realises he can't let you slip away again.

JJ MAYBANK

𖤓 ( bartender )

𓇼 the only thing that got jj through his shifts at the country club, was his favourite little kook sitting pretty waiting for the drinks he made. he's playing the long game, desperate to be the one who taints your prissy lifestyle. so when he hears you've been blown off from a kook party, he's waiting to swoop in.

RAFE CAMERON

𖤓 ( happiness is a butterfly )

𓇼 you'd heard the rumours about rafe, about what he did to peterkin and god knows how many others, even before the two of you started sleeping together. you never knew the truth, but seeing your situationship covered in blood when he picks you up answers every question you had.

ART DONALDSON

𖤓 ( ​hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have - but i have it )

𓇼 art had never had his faith tested, never in the way you were testing him. two weeks staying at his house, in your silk nightgown that he couldn't get out of his mind no matter how hard he tried. when you come knocking on his door when you can't sleep, even god couldn't stop him saying come in.

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[soulrox]

No Fly Zone

DPxDC #29

Conner has taken to flying around high above the world, just drifting where the winds take him. He uses this time to just live in the moment and take in the natural beauty of the world.

As he's floating, he hears the distinct sound of music and screaming fans. He slowly pays more attention to the music, a strong female voice is belting out lyrics to a song that resonates with him.

Pinpointing the location the sound is coming from to a small town a few clicks west of where he is. He immediately moves to watch and listen in person. He has to know who is playing and if all their songs are as good as this current one.

The concert is taking place in a park with a completely open area to stand and listen. The concert is packed with teens and young adults. A typical concert, in Conner's opinion. He decides to fly further to the back of the crowd to watch. Conner doesn't really pay attention to the crowd and is focused on the band and the singer. Completely missing several eyebrow-raising things.

"Hey, flying guy! You can't watch from there please move to the designated area for flyers," A man with gravity-defying white hair and piercing green eyes flying near him says while gesturing to an area more to the left of the stage, where several people were flying and enjoying the concert. Most are glowing faintly, and some of them, concernedly, are semi-transparent. "Or you can keep on moving."

"Ah, sorry I was flying around, then heard this music and had to see who it is… So, umm, who is playing? I really love what I've heard so far." The two of them move away from the crowd.

"She's Ember McClain, the best musician from the Realms. As long as you're not here to start anything, you're good."

"Why are you the security here?" Conner purposely tilted his sunglasses, looking him up and down. Thinking to himself that this scrawny twink can't pack that much of a punch.

"Yes, I am. Even before that comment, I could tell you aren't from here if you don't recognize me." the cute twink laughs a little, "I'm Phantom! Manager of this whole thing and security. Making sure Ember sticks to the rules and making sure everyone else is too. This time no one tries to mind-control anyone."

Concerning comments shelved for later. "It seems I'm also unknown if I have to introduce myself. But for a cutie like you, I'll give you anything." Wink, "I'm Superboy, call me Kon. Can I ask more about you? Like, if you have a number I can have?"

Phantom blushes "Danny…..I don't just give my information or number out to some rando. That is lesson one of being a hero. As I'm sure you "Superboy" know this."

"Okay then, tell me more about this band, and you can tell me more about yourself at dinner after."

Conner reappears at the Young Justice base several hours after he normally would, with several bags full of Ember merch. Signed copies of the albums, posters, shirts, and even a water bottle. He gives a shirt to every YJ member. His phone is full of selfies and videos from the concert and after, as well as the number of a very cute boy, with a date set for Friday night.

[infinitydivine]

𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 (𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐏𝐀𝐂 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠)

Whose Soulmate Are You? (From Their Higher Self’s POV)

𝐀𝐤𝐚 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮

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Choose your pile intuitively. Take what resonates and leave the other things. If you think this reading is not for you, then choose another pile. If it still doesn't resonate, then this might not be your reading. There are Three Piles.

Pile Snowflake, Pile Cat and Pile Photo

Hello Pile Snowflake~~~ (How your soulmate’s higher self would describe you)

Temperance, Queen of Cups, Three of Swords, The Star

Okay, Pile 1, your Energy is coming off as someone who is a healer intuitively. Their words are like these when they are talking about you

" You are a balm to my soul, a calm to my chaotic soul. You carry such softness in your heart that even after all of the shits you have been through you are still standing strong. You have this quiet strength which is not loud or showy at all but you are this steady person who is like a gentle tide that keeps moving. When you are with other people, they feel safe and calmer because you are such a sweetheart".

Pile 1, you are someone who feels deeply, like every emotion and everything. You may not always show it to the surface, even when you are deep down hurt. Your soulmate's higher self sees you as someone who is a natural healer. You may not even realise the impact you have on others. I am getting the vibes of a sensitive and empathetic soul from this pile. There is a deep sense of nurturing about you, and to me, it feels like you have spent a lifetime learning this art of how to love with patience and selflessness. Though you carry the weight of the world on your shoulders (I specifically heard this word when JK's song Seven was playing in the background, which resonates with the three of swords), you still find the strength to stand tall and offer your hands to others. Your capacity to love others is limitless, and so is your compassion. I heard this is your greatest strength and not weakness...opposite to what you think about yourself,f my loves. But even with this incredible talent of yours to heal others, you are also healing yourself, if not already, you are still learning. Your soulmate's higher self sees you as someone who, despite having your own emotional scar, never gives up on others...neither on love nor on hope.

Channelled Message from their Higher Self to you-

"I have been watching you for what feels like forever. Maybe from another Universe or Timeline, who knows, but the way you carry your heart, it touches me. You are the balm to my soul and calm to my chaotic soul (they repeated this phrase again, so it might be very important to them). Even in your quiet moments, you radiate so much love and warmth. You have this grace in how you love, which makes me feel like I can finally be myself. You are not here to fix me, but to love me, and that is the only healing I need"

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Hello Pile Cat, ~~~ (How your soulmate’s higher self would describe you)

The Tower, Death, King of Wands, Judgment

Hello, Pile 2. You guys are coming off as fierce souls now, feisty, are we? (hehe). I got very straightforward words from your soulmate's higher self. Let's read them now.

"You are a force of nature. Some might even call you destructive, but that's just because they can't handle your fire but I can and I will. When you enter a room, you shift the energy and not because you want to, but because it's just who you are. You are full of fire and raw truth. You are not afraid to challenge people and to show them your raw self. This can be confronting for some, but those who are brave enough to see and recognise their triggers, you are the catalyst for their deepest transformation".

Pile 2, according to your Soulmate's higher self, what makes you so special is your ability to hold that mirror up to people's faces, but with love. You don't point out their flaws to tear them down, but you do it to build them up with tenderness and care. You see what others are too afraid to see and speak about, often, sometimes too scared to even acknowledge them. You are someone who helps push them towards growth while staying in your lane tho. You challenge them to take ownership of their lives and to live fully. You have been there and done that, that's why so can fully tell them to stop hiding in the shadows. You remind people that they have the power to create and rewrite their own stories. Your Soumate sees you as an inspiring force, someone who challenges them to become their better version even if it's energetically. They see you as someone who is helping them to shed their old skin and to rise higher. Your presence to them is like a spark that can ignite a fire of transformation and they are ready for it.

Channelled Message from their Higher Self to you-

"I feel you in my every bone. I feel your fire, your truth and your strength. You make me want to face myself and my darkest shadows. Even when I am afraid, you are with me, supporting me silently. I have never met anyone like you. You don't let me hide. You don't let me settle. I am so thankful to the Almighty for sending you to me and you are exactly what I need. Thank you for challenging me in the best way".

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Hello Pile Photo, ~~~ (How your soulmate’s higher self would describe you)

The Lovers, Six of Cups, Page of Cups and the Moon

Hello there, Pile 3. Are some of you guys water signs? because I am feeling like I am under the water, but in a good way, it feels dreamy. Oka,y anyways, your Soulmate's Higher self has a lot to say but the main word is "dream".

"You are a living dream. There is an extraordinary quality to you that makes everything look more magical. Is it you, or are you an angel, sweetie pie? You have this unique ability to see the world through the eyes of wonder and possibility. Where others see the plain, you see the extraordinary things. You are an artist, and you create magic. The way you speak, move or do things, everything has magic in it. You make everything feel like part of a grand story. You bring joy to the boring things, and that is something rare and precious."

Pile 3, your soulmate's higher self is very jealous of the people who get to spend time with you because they know that they are immediately drawn to your infectious energy. The energy that keeps them wanting more of you and your Soulmate knows how easily you attract energy vampires who drain you. You remind your soulmate of the beauty of life, even in their deepest darkest time, the things they forgot to appreciate in their daily life. There is a softness in your energy that invites people a lot, like a lot sometimes even more than you want. You are not just a dreamer, you are someone who encourages others to dream and to believe in their very same dreams. You reach out to your soulmate through their dreams and they are very much aware of it. You have helped your soulmate and seen potential in them even before they saw it in themself. Your soulmates see you as someone who makes their world colourful and bright ,especially when they are facing their demons alone. You encourage them to reconnect with their heart especially those parts where they have deepest emotions and to trust in love. To them, you are a beautiful reminder that life doesn't have to be heavy or serious and that they can enjoy it despite going through difficulties. Your soulmate has so much respect and admiration for you because to them, you look like someone who makes everything possible.

Channelled Messages from their Higher Self to you-

"You have a special ability to make me see the world through a different lens. Your presence makes me believe in love again. You make me feel like I can trust you with my heart and you won't break it. It's like I can trust you, I can trust us. I see and feel how you make my life brighter just by even appearing in my dreams. I just want to keep dreaming and you should too. Please keep believing in yourself. You are everything I have ever hoped for."

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Infinity

Dividers by @babybellangel 🩷

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Friend You Can Keep | Zayne

summary: while preparing for final exams, you ask Zayne if you can study his anatomy lol

cw: 18+, mdni, college au, afab reader, loss of virginity, oral sex (receiving), vaginal sex, fingering, lots of kissing, this is literally just self-indeulgent love-making

wc: 3.7k

a/n: I started playing lads a few weeks ago after a lot of resistance (I'm afraid of spending money on them!!) I started playing for Sylus but Zayne really came out of nowhere and assumed the role of my husband. I'm obsessed with him!!

In my mind, I wrote this with a five-ish year age gap between Zayne and reader (reader a freshman/sophmore in college, Zayne in the first years of med school). That isn't explicitly stated here so choose your own adventure. I'm also of the opinion that Zayne would make sweet, sweet love to you to the soundtrack of true yearner R&B. Just me?

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Songs from your favorite R&B playlist emanate from your roommate’s speaker. You thought listening to the calm crooning from the nest of pillows and blankets that is your bed would help you study. But the music is more effective at lulling you to sleep, as are the sparkling fairy lights strung around the room’s perimeter. Maybe you should suck it up and turn the horrendous, overhead fluorescent lights on for this. Because the words in your textbook swim together the longer you try to focus on retaining them.  

You rub your eyes hard; flashes of color undulate in the darkness of your closed eyelids beneath the pressure of your fingertips. When you open them again, somehow, the words rearrange themselves even more chaotically. It’s like looking for a prophecy in a bowl of alphabet soup. 

“Is it possible I have late-stage dyslexia? Is that a thing?” you ask. 

Zayne chuckles from his place at your desk. “I believe that’s an indication that you need a short break. And right on time, too.” 

The timer on his phone goes off then, which he shuts off before it can complete one full blare of sound. He opens the desk drawer and takes out two candies. One for each of you.  

“A reward for our diligence,” he says as he deposits a sweet into your hand.  

“What? Where did these come from?” you ask as you unravel the foil wrapper. Candy didn’t survive in your dorm room long enough for you to have a stash to dip into for emergencies like today. 

You have two more finals to study for before you can officially begin a much-deserved winter break. Your roommate had been your study buddy up until her first and only final yesterday. She left for home immediately after she’d submitted her exam, having decided that the papers assigned could easily be completed from the comfort of her own home. And while you were so happy for her and not at all jealous, it meant you were short a study buddy.  

But Zayne, always dependable, offered to swing by and study with you when you’d met up for lunch earlier and bemoaned the fact that you would have to stay focused all by yourself. A herculean task if there ever was one.  

“I managed to hide them while you were fiddling with the speaker. Otherwise, I doubt they would have survived more than ten minutes had you seen them.” 

“Don’t be a hypocrite. Your sweet tooth can be just as bad,” you say. 

You observe Zayne as he delicately pops his candy into his mouth, pushes his glasses back up, and continues to study through your break. He has some biochem final to prepare for. While he had told you he felt more than prepared for it before your complaints about being abandoned, he’s sitting here reviewing alongside you all the same. Your heart warms at how thoughtful he is. Sure, he loves to help everyone, but he always goes out of his way for you. Does he go out of his way for anyone other than you? You're too curious.  

So curious, in fact, that you ask without thinking, “Don’t you have a girlfriend? Or someone you’re kinda into?” 

Zayne blinks at you, slow and deliberate like a house cat, then shakes his head. Embarrassment and relief coalesce in your stomach. In an ideal world, you would shut the fuck up and go back to studying too. 

But like the glutton for punishment that you are, you sit up on your knees and keep talking. 

"Oh, ok. Good. Well, not good as in you should die alone but good in the sense that...well...You know what, can I ask you something without you freaking out? Like, you have to promise not to.” 

Zayne swivels in the desk chair. A gift from him to you actually. Ergonomic and expensive, he’d replaced the standard rocking chair that the room was originally furnished with since he was concerned about the health of your spine as your future primary care physician.  

Once he’s facing you completely, he says, “I would prefer not to promise something if I can’t guarantee that I’ll be able to follow through. That would not be fair to you.” 

“You know what, you’re right. I’m sorry. You're always calm anyway so I have nothing to worry about. I think.” 

Zayne watches you expectantly as you reach for a plushie to hold. Your mouth feels dry now that his attention’s on you. You’re not sure why you feel so nervous, he normally goes along with your schemes. This won’t be so different, right?” 

“So, I was wondering if maybe you’d be...willing to have sex with me?” The words leave you in one breath. 

Zayne stares at you blankly. You might have successfully broken the most collected person you know.  

“Zayne? Did you hear me? I said would you–” 

“I heard you the first time,” he says. His expression hardly betrays anything, but color spreads across his face, up his ears. If he didn’t have a turtleneck on you imagine his neck would be just as pink. “I apologize. I’m a bit taken aback. I certainly didn’t expect that to be your question.” 

“It’s just feels like everyone my age has lost their virginity already. Obviously, I don’t need to have sex, but I’m intrigued, I guess.  And I don’t want to do it with just anyone. And you’re not just anyone so–” 

“I’m sorry to interrupt. I want to make absolute sure I’m understanding you correctly.” He clears his throat before asking, “You want me to take your virginity?” 

You hug the plushie for dear life. “Well, yeah. You would be my first.”  

Zayne takes a deep breath. You begin to worry about the state of his heart the longer you sit in silence. Because your own is pumping so hard you fear you’ll succumb to cardiac arrest if you’re lucky. Or maybe the earth will miraculously swallow you whole before that happens. You’ll even accept death by wanderer if it means escaping this conversation. 

“May I ask why you wish to lose your virginity to me?”  

Not a flat-out rejection. You can shelf the death wishes for now. 

“Since you’re basically a doctor you know all about anatomy; safe to assume you know how it goes. And you’re hot so...why not?” 

Zayne averts his gaze at your blunt assessment, and you can’t help but tease him a little.  

“I thought we were working on accepting compliments.” 

Zayne smiles faintly but still refuses to face you, “I have to say when it comes to accepting compliments, I’m not very good in front of you. But I suppose there’s a chance for you to teach me.” 

“First lesson starts now. All you have to do is say ‘thank you’ or something.” 

Your breath hitches when his eyes meet yours again. He’s caught you in his gentle yet captivating green gaze. In it, you see acknowledgment of what your relationship to each other could be. A desire to explore a new dimension of intimacy, one that goes beyond childhood friendship. 

“I accept your compliment,” Zayne murmurs. His eyes drift to your slightly parted lips and you feel your skin prickle. 

“This will be an opportunity to learn each other’s bodies together,” he says, almost distracted. He plucks the plushie from your grasp and carefully places it on the back-killing rocking chair beside your desk. “I only hope I can measure up to your expectations." 

“Oh. Ok,” you manage to whisper. You didn’t think he would say no per say, but considering his immediate response you expected a little more resistance to the idea than this. And now you feel nervous, more than you had anticipated. This was your idea after all. 

You go to remove your pajama bottoms, a seemingly imperceptible shake in your hands. But of course, nothing gets past Zayne. He stops you with a reassuring squeeze on your thigh.  

“There’s no rush. This requires ample preparation. I would never want to hurt you,” he says, caresses the hinge of your knee. “Just, let me kiss you for a bit. Like this.” 

Zayne brings the chair up to the edge of your twin xl and gives you a sweet peck. He gives you a few more before he brushes his lips against yours. You follow his lead, revel in the plush feel of his mouth as he kisses you. He rubs his palms along your thighs, squeezing them every so often. His tender touches embolden you as much as they relax you. You hesitantly touch your tongue to his bottom lip and Zayne moans into your mouth. The vibrations of such a gentle yet erotic sound travel through your whole body. You cup his cheeks to pull him closer, and Zayne gladly follows. He rises to his feet and crowds you into the corner of the bed until you’re on your back. He kisses you so thoroughly that you can taste the lingering sweetness of candy on his tongue when he licks into your mouth.  

You slip one hand under his sweater, trace the ridges of his tight abdomen, no doubt the result of all those pull ups he does on the rare occasion you work out together. Zayne’s breath shudders against your mouth and you shiver in response. His receptiveness to your touch makes you desperate to feel even more of him. You grab the hem of his turtleneck and yank it upwards. He pulls away, reluctantly you think, grabs the shirt from between his shoulder blades and tugs it off. The action leaves his glasses askew and you remove them from his face with a giggle. 

“I hope they’re not messed up now,” you say as you carefully put the lenses on yourself. They blur your vision some, but you clearly see Zayne swallow thickly when you smile up at him.  

“I have an extra pair,” he says breathlessly before he removes them and goes right back to kiss you. More of his warmth seeps into you now that he removed his sweater. He presses his thundering chest against yours, and the delicious weight of him renders you pliant beneath him. You smooth your hands along the muscled plains of his back and moan. You can’t think straight in the face of such overwhelming affection. He hasn’t even touched you yet, really, and you already feel so ready for more.  

But for some reason, a pang of guilt lances through your gut. Did you pressure Zayne into this? Are you taking advantage of his goodness, his kindness? You said it yourself, he goes above and beyond for you in all things. You would never forgive yourself if you ever made him do something he didn’t want to.  

“Wait,” you say, and weakly push at his chest.  A gossamer thread of your saliva stretches between both your lips, and your thoughts empty out of your head for a moment. Zayne’s eyes are as unfocused as yours as he looks down at you, cushioned in your fluffy pillows. 

“Are you sure you’re cool with this?” you ask quietly. 

Zayne takes hold of one of your wrists to drop a kiss to your palm that you feel in your clit. Does he want to kill you? 

“Why don’t you touch me and find out.” 

He most certainly does.  

You gasp when he guides your hand to his hardened length. The fact that you could do this to him with just a few kisses turns you on immensely, makes you feel powerful. You squeeze him gently and he groans. You flick the button of his pants free, but he stops your second attempt at undressing before you can even yank his zipper down. 

“Let me take what I desire first,” he says.  

Zayne carefully unbuttons your pajama top, until your chest is fully exposed to him. You sit up slightly to remove it, and no sooner is it off than Zayne starts to knead and kiss at your breasts. He sucks one of your nipples into his mouth and you arch into him, mewling at the spike of pleasure that zings through you. He licks and teases it into a stiffened peak while he pinches and rolls the other between his fingers.  

Once your nipples are wet and taut from his ministrations, Zayne trails deep kisses down the center of your spasming stomach. He grasps the waistband of your pants and tugs them down along with your underwear.  

While most guys would look at you with lust clouding their gaze, Zayne looks at your naked body like he loves it. It’s enough to make you feel sheepish.  

Zayne fits his broad shoulders beneath your slightly spread thighs and puts his mouth to your dripping core. You’re so stunned by the sight of his head between your legs that your brain goes fuzzy. Obviously, no one has kissed you here before. But you’d still be inclined to say that even if the opposite were true. Zayne full on makes out with your pussy. He licks and sucks at your clit with the sole purpose of making you cum hard. And your entire body sings with ecstasy.  

He eases his index finger inside of your wet heat and you whimper at the intrusion. He searches for that spongy patch inside of you that has your back surging upward. Zayne coaxes more of your arousal out of you with his tongue on your clit and his finger massaging the soft walls of your cunt. You feel strange, like you need release, but you’re almost terrified. Your thighs close around Zayne’s head and he groans into your sex. The sound vibrates through you until you’re a quivering mess. 

Zayne blindly reaches for one of your hands and squeezes. He licks and kisses you as you cum on his beautiful face with a loud cry of his name. He laps up as much of your essence as he can, and you twitch and whine all the while. 

Your back falls onto the mattress once you come down from your high, the first orgasm that someone else has ever given you. You lift yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at him. He kisses your thighs, your hip bones, back up along your stomach so earnestly. 

 Zayne settles himself over you again and now pumps two of his long, elegant fingers inside of you. They curl against your sweet spot with the skill and precision of a surgeon, and you moan his name. When his thumb swipes at your clit you cum for him again, still so sensitive from your last climax. He kisses you through it. The taste of yourself is a little strange, but you don’t hate it. You deepen the kiss as you cum around his fingers. You didn’t think you could cum again so quickly, but Zayne is nothing if not efficient.  

He removes his fingers from you so he can lay in between your twitching thighs. He rolls his clothed hips into your bare ones, and you meet his thrusts readily. The friction of his pants against your clit makes you feel delirious. Enough to remember what you had first asked of him.  

“Zayne,” you sigh as he moves to kiss your cheek, your jaw, your neck. “Do you have a condom?” 

He exhales against your ear; you just barely hold in a whimper. 

“No, unfortunately. I haven’t had a need for them before now…I suppose we’ll have to reschedule,” he says, but makes no move to pull away from you.  

“No! It’s ok!” You wince at your frantic tone. Way to go, Desperate. “I, um, grabbed a handful from the resource center before you came here. They’re in my bag.” 

While he had thoughtfully replenished your stash of candy, you had shoveled way too many condoms into your backpack only an hour after your lunch date with him. Now he’ll probably think you're some sex-crazed degenerate or something. How embarrassing. 

Regardless, you feel a teeny, tiny thrill at the knowledge that he doesn’t have any on him.  

Zayne nods, presses one lingering kiss to your lips and goes to retrieve a condom from your backpack. You feel even more embarrassed when he returns with one embossed with a heart and the words ‘wrap it before you tap it.’ He doesn’t seem to pay much attention to that, however. Zayne removes his pants and his boxer briefs. His hard cock springs up against his abs and your mouth waters at the sight of it. Long and flushed and too pretty, you think. He settles back into bed, kneels in between your spread legs and tears the wrapper open.  

You watch, wide eyed, as he rolls the latex over the glistening head and down the length of his cock. He lines himself up with your stretched entrance and makes eye contact with you. Despite the heat pulsing through your veins, you shiver. This does not go unnoticed.  

“Anxious?” Zayne asks. He runs his fingers up and down your arm. Slow touches that soothe your frayed nerves. A reassurance, a reminder that he won’t let you feel anything you wouldn’t absolutely enjoy.   

“Only a little,” you admit, “but I trust you more than anyone, so I think I’m more excited than anything.” 

Zayne smiles down at you, small and sweet. You feel even more shy now.  

“You know we can stop at any time,” he says even though his cock is straining against the condom. “You need only tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.” 

You place a hand on his smooth cheek and smile up at him. His breath leaves him on a shaky exhale.  

“I know that Zayne. Thank you. But I think I’m ready now.”  

There’s a slight discomfort. A foreign pressure, a pinch, that he lets you acclimate to. There’s so much tension in his body as a result. You can’t help but feel endeared by how considerate he is of you always. Especially now.  

He places his palm on your belly, and you jolt.  

“Try to relax your muscles,” he says. 

You slow your breaths, try to do as he says until the fullness of his cock feels less invasive, almost comforting. You focus on the intimacy of this moment, of your bodies connecting. Of him being the first person to ever give you pleasure of any kind.  

“Mmm, good, just like that,” he groans. Who knew a voice could get you so hot. And not just his voice, those green eyes of his. He stares down at you so intensely you feel like you’ll melt into a puddle. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you ask meekly.  

“You’re beautiful,” he says matter-of-factly.  

You hide your face behind your hands and whine for him to stop. Zayne laughs lowly and pulls your hands away. 

“You helped me accept a compliment earlier,” he says, kisses one wrist. “And even teased me for being nervous.” A kiss to the other. He rests them on the back of his neck and regards you with an almost mischievous smile. 

“Now it’s my turn to return the favor. Say ‘thank you’.” 

Your chest is heaving. You can’t believe how seductive he’s being. And so effortlessly, too. Where did this side of him come from?  

He lowers his face into your neck and all the air in the room vanishes when he kisses it.   

“Won’t you accept my compliment? Or should I continue to tell you how lovely I find you? Say that your beauty is beyond measure? That you are my greatest treasure.”  

Zayne lightly sucks on your pulse point. How does he expect you to speak? You can hardly function as is. 

“I’m not as patient as you think I am.” He nips at your neck, and you tense up.  

“Thank you!” you yelp. 

You feel his lips pull into a grin. “That wasn’t so difficult, was it? Or should I give you more compliments so you can practice?” 

“Y-you can move now!”  

Zayne kisses under your ear before he pulls his hips back and slowly grinds into you. His pelvis meets your sticky clit every time your bodies meet. He thrusts into you until your moans and sighs fill the humid air between you both. 

You experimentally squeeze around his cock as he pulls away from you and he moans in concert with you.  

“Did you want to see my like this?” he asks, voice hoarse as his cock pushes deeper into you. You arch up against him, your nipples grazing his chest. Zayne dips his head to take one of your pebbled nipples into his mouth again, sucking and biting at it affectionately. You wrap your legs around his trim waist and try to pull him even closer to you. He’s making you feel so good that you can hardly stand it. All you can focus on is Zayne. The way he fits so perfectly between your legs, the feel of his biceps under your hands. His crisp, clean scent sends your eyes rolling into the back of your head. You want even more of him.  

You bury your hands in his hair, thick silk between your fingers, and tug. Zayne pulls off your breast with a wet pop and kisses you. He plasters his chest to yours as he rolls his hips into you. Your walls tighten up around him and he grits out your name. He wraps his arms around your waist tight and fucks into you so deep that you swear you see stars. So bright that you clench your eyes shut as pleasure takes hold of your whole body. It’s an ecstasy like no other.  

“I love you, Zayne. I love you,” you babble mindlessly as you cum harder than before. 

Zayne moans and ruts into your body erratically, desperately, until he seizes up and cums with you. Maybe you’re too caught up in the romantic atmosphere you accidentally created– sultry love ballads and low lighting–but you almost wish he had painted your walls instead of the condom.  

He looks ethereal as pleasure contorts and relaxes his features, his muscles. Zayne takes your face between his hands and kisses you hungrily. Like he’ll never have another opportunity to. You’ll make damn sure that’s not the case.  

"I adore you,” he says before he steals another kiss and your breath along with it. You both grip and pull at the other as if you could get any closer. You want to nestle in the marrow of his bones, dwell in the cavern of his heart. 

“I want you to be mine. Only mine,” you whisper between kisses. 

“I have always been yours. Only ever yours.” 

[paucubarsisimp]

hii! I would like to request a one shot and smau with KA12 with the song i love you, im sorry by gracie abrams or risk its up to you. Thank you if you could make this! 💗💗

i love you, im sorry

pairing: kimi antonelli x reader

summary: in which

warnings: swearing

fc: madison beer

a/n: this was my first smau so please give me some feedback on how i can make it better because i don't really like it that much

f1wags posted

f1wags KIMI ANTONELLI AND Y/N L/N SPOTTED IN TEARS. anonymous reports have suggested the couple has broken up. what does this mean for the f2 driver now? kimi is set to race in f1 for mercedes in 2025, will this impact his debut season?

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user1 NOOO

user2 I WILL CRYY

user3 THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY

user4 omg i feel so bad :( she looks so upset

user5 right??? and kimi's just walking away??

user6 i js know y/n is going to drop a banger after this...

user7 frrrr

2 years later...

yourusername posted

yourusername thank you so much melbourne, you were amazing 🫶 next up: the european leg!!

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yourbestfriend gorgeous 💕💕

yourusername all you love <333

user1 pretty girl!

user2 omg i was there and i had literally the best time 🥹🥹

user3 i'm going to the one in milan!! user4 omg thats so lucky!

user5 kimi in the likes???

user6 he better not hurt her this time user7 i agree, as much as i would love another album, i don't want y/n to be hurt again

f1wags posted

f1wags kimi antonelli's ex girlfriend, y/n l/n was spotted in milan ahead of the monza gp! click here to find out more!

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user1 no fucking way...

user2 i knew they would get back together one day

user3 i never stopped believing in kimiyn

user4 idk how i feel about this...

user5 tbf we never found out why they broke up so idk what to say rn user6 but y/n wrote my tears ricochet about kimi user7 we don't know if that was about kimi tho user8 there's no way it wasn't about kimi, it was the first song she released after their break up

user9 you all are reading way too much into this 😭, she's literally from milan and her family lives there

yourusername posted

yourusername home 🇮🇹🍝🍕

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user1 are you going to see kimi??

user2 kimi in the likes again!!

user3 omg wheres your top in the third photo from??

yourusername i got it from this little souvenir shop!!

gracieabrams are those the matching magnets you got for me??

yourusername yes!! aren't they adorable? :)

user4 are you going to be at monza??

user5 i think she is, there's no way its a coincidence that she's in milan at the same time as monza especially since her first concert for the european leg is in london

y/nfanpage posted

y/nfanpage y/n spotted in a restaurant in milan with a mystery man

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user1 i alr know thats kimi

user2 shes so prettyy

user3 i want that shirt so bad

user4 noo 💔

user5 new love songs soon??

user6 ahh gorgeous

user7 i actually need to know who that is

user8 same!! user9 oh bfr its definitely kimi user10 user9 it is for sure

kimiantonelli updated their story

caption: principessa ❤️🌷

yourusername updated their story

caption: amore mio ❤️🌷

kimiantonelli posted

kimiantonelli mi principessa ❤️❤️yourusername

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yourusername ti amo baby ❤️

kimiantonelli ti amo bella ❤️

yourbestfriend um shes actually mine

kimiantonelli um no shes not yourbestfriend i was the one who got her those flowers kimiantonelli I BOUGHT HER FLOWERS TOO! YOU TOOK THEM FROM MY HAND AND THREW THEM BEFORE SHE COULD SEE THEM yourbestfriend you snooze, you lose kimiantonelli i hate you yourbestfriend yourusername your boyfriend's bullying me yourusername stfu both of you, i love you both kimiantonelli me more tho right? yourbestfriend watch your mouth kimi

mercedesamgf1 our favorite couple

georgerussell what are me and carmen? chopped liver?

user1 OMG OMG I KNEW IT

user2 I KNEW IT AS SOON AS BOTH OF THEM HAD MATCHING EMOJIS ON THEIR STORIES

user3 I KNEW IT AS SOON AS SHE LANDED IN MILAN yourbestfriend i knew all along... 🤫🤫

yourusername posted

yourusername i love you, im sorry and daylight is out now!!

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kimiantonelli daylight sounds amazing baby ❤️

yourusername inspired by you tesoro ❤️

alexandrasaintmleux the lyrics in daylight are so beautiful mon amour 🥹🫶

yourusername thank you so much alex, i love you 🫶🫶 alexandrasaintmleux i love you more ma chérie kimiantonelli come get your gf charlesleclerc! shes trying to steal mine! yourusername boooo kimi go awayyy kimiantonelli wow. didn't you just release a love song about me?? yourusername kidding!! love youuu ❤️❤️ kimiantonelli yeah yeah, love you too 🙄❤️

user1 AHH OMG THEY'RE SO SO CUTEEE

user2 i need a boyfriend like kimi

user3 more like a girlfriend like y/n

user4 idk who i want more, kimi or y/n

taglist: @barcapix, @universefcb, @joaosnovia, @levidazai, @ilovebarcaaaa, @malinamagdalena, lmk if you want to be added!

don't forget to leave a request!

[ducksido]

I just read your famous reader x idia in the bikini photoshoot and that was FIRE

I really love the idea of Idia with a famous reader so may i suggest famous reader who is a very popular singer, so much they get a role in a movie (a musical) were they and Vil act as the main characters. They share an absolutely iconic duo song and after the movie is released ppl just go crazy about readers and Vils chemistry while acting and singing. They are actually just very good friends but nothing else ofc since reader is with Idia but the public doesn’t know that reader is in a relationship

Idias reaction to the whole internet shipping his partner with one of his former classmates, just JEALOUS IDIA KQOFBIQWNDGU (fem or neutral reader, and thank you for your time 😔)

Idia had never seen this many hashtags in his life. And that was saying something for a guy whose entire For You Page was algorithmically curated to show 98% anime clips and 2% cat videos.

But now?

#VilxY/N #V/N #SwanSongSoulmates #TheirChemistryThough It was inescapable.

“Ughhghgghhh…” he groaned, faceplanting into his limited edition RFA pillow. “What kind of sadist coded the algorithm today?!”

Your name was trending again. Not unusual. You were always trending lately. Your voice alone could shut down the internet. But this time, it wasn’t your latest single, or your runway appearance, or even the viral video of you teaching Ortho how to Dougie.

No.

It was the movie. The movie. The romantic musical masterpiece you starred in. With Vil. Two gorgeous leads. One fire duet. And now the world was foaming at the mouth with their OTP delusions.

He was trying to ignore it—he really was! But every scroll brought up another edit, another post, another cursed caption:

“WHEN HE SPUN HER AND SHE HIT THAT HIGH NOTE??? GET MARRIED???” “Vil looking at them like they hung the moon... Idia who??” “No but imagine the musical s*** scene they cut out 👀🔥”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN S*** SCENE?!” Idia shrieked, nearly knocking over his gaming chair as he bolted upright. “THERE WAS A S*** SCENE?! THEY FILMED A SEX SCENE?! I’M GONNA BLACKOUT—”

“Brother,” Ortho peeked in calmly, holding a tray with cocoa, “you’re at a ten. Let’s try to bring it to, say… a six.”

Idia grabbed the cocoa with a tremble. “I’m fine. I’m chill. I’m—I’m going to throw up. Why didn’t they say they were going to have chemistry?! They’ve got enough charisma to flatten an entire fanbase!!”

And to make matters worse?

You hadn’t told the public you were dating. You wanted your privacy. He respected that. Really, he did.

But that meant the entire world thought you and Vil were star-crossed lovers plucked straight from the screen, and he—your actual boyfriend—was in the background like some glitchy NPC with emotional attachment issues.

It drove him insane.

Later that night, you strolled into his room, still glowing from the movie premiere, cheeks pink from fan praise. “Hey, babe,” you smiled, plopping onto his bed. “You okay?”

Idia gave you a look. A pained, dramatic, cursed look.

“You and Vil trended for six hours straight,” he said. “I think the internet proposed on our behalf.”

You blinked, then snorted. “You saw that, huh.”

“Oh I saw it,” he grumbled, pulling a hoodie over his head like a turtle. “Did you see the fanfic where Vil and you got married on stage after singing a love confession at the Tonys? Because I did.”

You leaned over and kissed his cheek. “You jealous?”

His hair flared magenta in an instant. “Wha—ME? No! What?! Pffft—That’s—Jealousy is a basic human emotion and I’m clearly more evolved—”

“I’m your duet partner in real life, you know.” You kissed his neck this time, slowly. “I like singing in your key the best.”

His mouth opened. Closed. He turned into a blubbering mess.

“You can’t just say that! I’ll short-circuit—”

“Sing with me then, Mr. Shroud,” you teased. “And remind me who I actually belong to.”

Idia.exe stopped working.

Vil may have been the co-star. But you? You always saved your best performances for him.

[xlostinthedreamfics]

In a Good Way: Chapter 1 (Yunho Fic)

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Female Reader

Word Count: 7.6k

Playlist: In a Good Way - Faye Webster

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, cursing, mentions of alcohol (This story does not reflect who the members are in any way.)

Summary: Nice guys are not your type, too angelic, too holy, too boring until one of these nice guys gets under your skin. What you have been wanting has been in front of you this whole time, and if you don’t act quick, it might just miss you.

Note: I originally was going to make this a one-shot, but I think this needs 2 chapters! I hope you enjoy this; it's one of my favorites so far 🤭

You scrolled aimlessly through your texts, just waiting for his notification. You groaned loudly, throwing your head back against your best friend’s couch. “What is it?” You felt the spot next to you dip, seeing a concerned Yeosang next to you, followed by a curious San on the other side. “It’s nothing, Hwa just hasn't texted me.” Groans from both sides of you erupted, “Y/N, we told you to leave him.” Yeosang sighed, his fingers massaging his temples. “You know you don’t deserve to be treated like that.” San shook his head, slapping his hand against your thigh. “Food is on the way, a nice hot meal will make you feel better! Yunho should be coming soon.” Your head snapped over to San, “Yunho? I thought it was just going to be us three.” Yeosang nudged you softly, “Be nice, Yunho is a cool guy.” You sighed, your head falling back against the couch again, “I’m sure he is.”

You had no issue with Yunho, quite the contrary, Yunho was among the nicest people you’ve met. Sure, you didn’t know him well; he was Yeosang’s friend, not yours. But the times you have spoken to Yunho, it felt like you couldn’t be your sarcastic, unhinged, natural self. He was too nice, too good for your crude jokes. “Wait!” San got up from the couch, pointing at Yeosang, then at you. “Yunho! He’d be perfect for you.” Yeosang looked over at you as he covered his mouth, “San is on to something.” You pulled yourself up from the couch, walking over to the bathroom, “Not going to happen.” You closed the door behind you, your phone clutched up to your chest. Maybe I should just call him. 

Seonghwa, the guy you have been infatuated with for the past six months. You met him at the coffee shop by your apartment. He was the new barista behind the counter. You couldn’t help to make frequent coffee runs, having conversations with him while you picked up your caramel latte every morning. He beat you to it by finally asking for your number, texting you to hang out that same night. Let’s just say you both got acquainted really well that night, and you considered visiting your coffee shop twice a day. Seonghwa loved to hear all the crazy adventures you got up to with your friends, your recent trinket obsession, songs that reminded you of him, and he wanted to hear anything you had to say, minus conversations about defining the relationship between you two. He always followed with, “I’m just not ready right now,” or “I want to be the best version of myself for you.” San and Yeosang said they knew guys like him, aka a total fuck boy as San likes to announce everytime you vent about him. He wasn’t bad, most of the time. Sure, he made promises that he couldn’t keep and would ignore your texts or calls at times, but when you did see each other, it just felt right. And maybe you weren’t the relationship type? Maybe something casual like this was okay, too.

Ring. Ring. Ring. “Hwa-” The voicemail message played, making you hang up before the beep. It’s fair to say your last relationships or situationships were not the best either. You never had anything amazing to compare them to. Was there even such a thing as true love, loyalty, or genuine interest? Yeosang said it could be your taste in men, but you just liked what you liked, and it just ended up being men with commitment issues, but great in bed. You stormed out of the bathroom, bumping into a tall figure just outside the door. You glanced up to see a smiling Yunho looking down at you, “Hey, Y/N.” You half-smiled, walking around him, “Hey Yunho.” You made your way back over to the couch, slumping down next to Yeosang. “Pizza will make you feel better.” Yeosang handed over his plate to you, a delicious and hot pepperoni slice just waiting to make you happy. “Thanks.” You held onto the paper plate, watching as the rest of the guys grabbed their food before turning on the movie. This was a regular thing for you, Yeosang and San: movie nights. It was San’s turn to pick the movie, and just your luck, it was a romance drama. “San, am I going to cry?” San hushed you, nuzzling into the armchair next to you, his eyes focused on the TV. You glanced over at Yunho, sitting so proper on the other chair, neatly eating his pizza. You rolled your eyes, glancing down at your phone, still no text back from Hwa. 

The movie ended, and San was holding onto the throw pillow, wiping his tears as the end credits appeared. You’d be lying if you said you paid attention the whole way through; most of the time was spent checking your phone. “Why would they not end it on a happy note? Why did you show us this?” Yeosang sighed, chucking a pillow at San. Yunho laughed, “I kind of like when that happens, sometimes happy endings don’t always happen, just like real life.” You wanted your happy ending with Hwa, was that too much to ask for? Your phone began to vibrate suddenly, Seonghwa’s name lighting up on the screen. “Oh, guys, I gotta go. See you later!” You snatched your purse, running out the door of Yeosang’s apartment, straight to the elevators. 

“Seonghwa, hey.” You reached the lobby, walking out towards the exit. “Hey, sorry I didn’t text back. I was hanging with some friends, but maybe we can see each other later tonight?” You headed toward the train station, zipping up your jacket as the chilly night air hit you. “Sure, yeah, just let me know what time.” 

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You waited up for Seonghwa until 2 am and knocked out, realizing that he wasn’t going to come over like he said. You peeked over at your phone, no notifications, just one from the group chat with San and Yeosang.

San: Get home safe!

Yeosang: Are you home now?

You squinted your eyes, the beaming rays of the sun filling your room. You rolled over on your stomach, texting the group chat back. 

You: Sorry, guys, I came home and fell asleep. I’m alive and well. 

You dropped your head back onto your pillow, happy that it was Saturday, but the heavy feeling in your chest was not leaving. You wondered why you let yourself be toyed with so much, you didn’t want to believe that Hwa was a fuck boy. When you’re together, it truly feels like there’s no one around but you and him. You can be yourself with him, talk about the most random shit, laugh until your stomach hurts and ride his face until you can’t feel your legs. It was perfect, but the multiple efforts of asking him what he thought about you both and what he wanted just left you feeling more empty and disappointed. He would say how much he wanted you and cared for you, then would ignore you for days, just to call you in the early hours of the morning to come over and rail you to sleep. It felt like a cycle of your highest highs and your lowest lows. You knew he would be working at the coffee shop today, and you needed a latte. You got dressed, heading out the doors, just a few blocks away from your favorite coffee shop. The shop had a live DJ on Saturdays, so it was busier than on other days. You headed toward the counter, not spotting Seonghwa anywhere around. “Morning! What can I get started for you?” The worker greeted you at the counter, “Just a medium caramel latte, please.” You glanced around the shop, focusing back on the worker to pay. Maybe he wasn’t working today; you made your way to the pickup area, waiting for your drink.

“Y/N?” You looked over to see Yunho, a baseball cap resting on his head, a very casual boyfriend aesthetic he had going on today, not a strand of hair out of place, not one wrinkle on his clothes. You waved at him, pursing your lips as he walked over, “You come here?” He nodded, “I do, usually on the weekends when I have time. I live right around the corner. What’s your go-to drink here?” You continued to scan the room behind Yunho, “Caramel Latte, you?” Maybe he was starting late today? “Latte for Y/N!” You jumped a bit, walking over to the counter to grab your drink. You glanced up, taking a long sip, your eyes catching a familiar face. There he is. You were about to make your way to Hwa but stopped when you noticed him hovering over some other girl, playing with her hands, making her laugh obnoxiously loud. “What the fuck?” You said out loud, causing Yunho to turn his attention toward you. 

You threw your sunglasses over your eyes, storming out of the coffee shop. The worst part of this all was that you knew Seonghwa would deny it. “Y/N!” Yunho followed after you, his pace picking up faster to catch up. “Are you okay?” You waved him off, “I don’t need saving, Yunho, I’m fine.” Yunho chuckled nervously, “I’m not trying to save you, I just want to make sure you’re okay.” You stopped at an intersection, waiting for the pedestrian signal to mark, to walk. “I’m fine, Yunho, don’t worry about me and my mess. Go back to your perfect morning.” You sighed as you made your way across the street, leaving a confused Yunho behind.

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As soon as you got home, you slammed your coffee cup on the counter, abandoning it for the rest of the day. You got back into your bed, wrapping yourself in your bedding. You were tired of feeling like this, so fucking over it. Your phone vibrated, Yeosang. You ignored it, rolling over to the other side, shutting your eyes as if you could force yourself to fall asleep right now. The phone stopped vibrating, and a few messages followed. You reached for your phone, opening up your notifications. 

Yeosang: Y/N?

Yeosang: Yunho told me you ran out of the coffee shop?

Yeosang: Did something happen with that Seonghwa guy?

Yeosang: Do me and San have to beat his ass?

You laughed at the image of them storming into the coffee shop to kick Seonghwa’s ass, the chuckles making the heaviness in your chest feel a little lighter. You knew if you didn’t respond to Yeosang, he would send San to your door since he was only a few buildings down from you. 

You: Yeah, I’m okay. I’m going to end things with him. 

You sent that last part without even thinking, like your subconscious wanted you to admit it, admit that he wasn’t good for you. You swiped over to Seonghwa’s message chat.

You: Come over today? I want to talk to you about something.

He responded quickly this time.

Hwa: Yeah, I’ll come over after my shift. 

You read this message over and over, contemplating what you were going to say once he was in front of you. You paced your room, practicing, “I think it’s best if we just stop, whatever this is.” You stared at yourself in the mirror, nodding in approval. “Yeah, just straight to the point.” You sat at the edge of your bed, you’ve been doing this for the last few hours, and you finally made yourself hungry. You reached into the cupboard for some popcorn, a quick snack while you looked over the food delivery app to get some type of noodle dish. Your phone buzzed, a text from Hwa.

Hwa: On my way!

You rushed to fix your bed, pick up around your apartment, and get into more comfortable clothes than the jeans you were still in from earlier. After you placed your food order, Seonghwa knocked at your door. “Coming!” You shouted out excitedly, forgetting that you were about to end things with him. Your stomach fell to your ass as the realizination hit you. You opened the door to a smiling Seonghwa who immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing the side of your neck and then your lips, “I missed you.” He spoke against your lips, slipping his hands under your shirt, “Seonghwa, I wanted to talk to you.” He pulled away slowly, sitting on your couch before pulling you onto his lap, “What’s up?”

“I went by the coffee shop today.” His eyes gleamed up at you as he ran his hand up and down your thigh, squeezing it playfully, “You did? You should’ve told me. I would have paid for your coffee.” You placed your hand over his to stop him from playing with your thigh, and he frowned, “Is everything okay?” You sighed, pulling yourself up from him, “I saw you with that girl Seonghwa.” You looked at him with defeat in your eyes, no energy to scream, shout, or plead for his apology like you used to do. “Babe, that’s just my new coworker. It’s not a big deal.” He patted his lap for you to sit back down, “You believe me, right?” You watched him, his big eyes beaming up at you as he pulled you back down on him. He placed a kiss on your lips, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

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You knocked on Yeosang’s door, hearing his footsteps move closer, finally letting you in. “Hey! What are you up-” You looked over at Yunho, who was sitting on the couch, looking up from his phone to face you. “Oh, hey Yunho.” Yeosang shut the door behind you, “We were just chilling, thinking of catching some lunch in a bit if you want to come.” You shoved your hands in the pockets of your jacket, nodding to Yeosang, “Sure, I could go for some food.” You took a seat in the armchair, tapping along the armrest. “So?” Yeosang sat on the couch beside you. “Did you end things?” You noticed Yunho peeking up from his phone, looking at you before returning to his phone again. “The weather app said it was going to be sunny today.” You peered over at the window, trying not to look at Yeosang, who was sighing in disbelief. “Y/N, you said you were going to end things. What happened?” You slumped your shoulders, looking down at your hands, “We talked things through, okay? We’re good now.” 

“It gets to a point, Y/N, where he’s going to expect your forgiveness every time, it won’t even mean anything to him.” Yeosang shook his head.

“Look, Seonghwa gets a bad rep, but he’s a great guy. He cares for me.” 

“He seemed to care about that girl yesterday, too,” Yunho mumbled under his breath, causing you and Yeosang to snap your heads over to him. “What?” Yeosang asked, not knowing the whole situation that had happened at the coffee shop yesterday. “Yunho, I didn’t ask for your opinion. Thanks.” You got up from the couch, pulling your bag over your shoulder, “I forgot I had something to do. I’ll see you later, Yeosang.” You headed out, frantically making your way toward the elevators. Just when you think you’re living happily on your delusional cloud about Seonghwa, someone throws reality in your face again, and this time it was goody two-shoes Yunho. 

Even after you and Seonghwa talked it out, even after he had you bent over your bed, and even after cuddling you to sleep, the hole in your chest grew bigger. There was no chance you believed that he wasn’t flirting with his coworker, but you also believed that he cared for you. Yunho didn’t know shit, he shouldn’t have said anything to begin with. The rest of the day, you stuffed your face with leftovers and rotted away in your bed, ignoring every possible text from Yeosang and San. Why were you deciding to deprive yourself of actual happiness, you didn’t know; you felt stuck in this endless cycle with Seonghwa and with yourself. 

There was a knock on your door, your heart beating quickly as you became startled by the noise. You walked over to the door, looking through the peephole, and saw Yunho waiting patiently for you to answer. “Yunho?” You opened it up, seeing him with a bag in his hand, “Yeosang and San were going to check in on you. But I offered to go since I wanted to apologize. I bear wine and some amazing pho? San told me you can never turn down pho.” He held the brown paper big in front of you, smiling as you snatched it from him. “Come in, I guess.” You scooted over to let him in, shutting the door behind him.

“This could’ve just been a text, you know? But thanks for the pho.” You peeked into the bag, pulling out the wine first, popping it open. “I'd rather do it in person.” Yunho looked around your apartment, “Oh, cool, you play?” He pointed at your guitar in the corner of your living room. “I dabble.” You poured the wine into two cups, handing one to Yunho. He grinned, taking it from you, “Listen, Y/N, I’m sorry about getting involved earlier. I just know how it feels. You deserve a good guy who-” 

You took a sip from your cup before cutting him off, “You don’t know what I deserve. You don’t even know me, Yunho. You can’t come here and think your advice will be some saving grace. Can you just please go?” You downed the wine in your cup, placing it in the sink behind you. 

“I just-” You walked over to the door, opening it for him. “Have a good night, Yunho.” He nodded, placing the cup down on the counter before walking out, “I’m sorry.” You shot him a thumbs up, closing your door in front of his face. “He just thinks he’s so righteous all the time, doesn't he?” You opened up the bottle, drinking it straight from the spout as you plopped down on your couch, eyeing the guitar in the corner, not remembering the last time you felt happy enough to play.

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You avoided going to Yeosang’s for a few days, you had let him know you were a little busy with work and hoped to hang out sometime during the weekend. Anything to avoid a confrontation about your situation with Hwa and to avoid seeing Yunho. Literally, who does he think he is? You shook off the annoyance, reaching for your phone as it vibrated in your pocket. Yeosang.

“Y/N!” Yeosang shouted through the phone, “What are you doing Saturday?” You sat down on your couch, mentally going through the calendar in your head, “Hmm, I don’t think I’m doing anything, why?” You heard San’s giggle in the background, “We’re planning a surprise party for Yunho at my place! You’ll come right?” Yeosang pleaded as you sighed into the phone, “There’s going to be plenty of alcohol!” You heard San yell from the background, causing you to snicker. “Fuck, San knows what I like.” Yeosang chuckled, “Is that a yes?” You paused, biting down on your lip. “Fine, but I’m just going for the booze. Not for Yunho.” Yeosang groaned on the other end of the phone, “This enemies-to-lovers is truly taking too long.” You scoffed at him, “Never. Going. To. Happen. Bye.” You hung up, throwing your phone across the room, landing it on your bed. 

You could never say no to a good party, maybe you could bring Seonghwa this time to finally meet your friends. You’ve asked him before, but something always came up. You got up to fetch your phone again, shooting him a text.

You: Hwa, my friend Yeosang is having a party at his place on Saturday. Come with me?

You smiled at the idea of Seonghwa coming with you, socializing with your friends, drinking together, and having a good time with your favorite people. You waited a few minutes with the chat open, but no response. As the rest of the week passed by, Hwa never answered your question, just went around it to talk about something else. But now it was Saturday, and you weren’t sure if you would have a date for tonight. You called him up, the ringing continuing until he picked up at the last moment. “Hey, babe, I’m a little busy. What’s up?” You scanned through your closet, trying to figure out what to wear. “Hey, did you ever see my text about my friend Yeosang’s party tonight?” You pulled out the black skirt toward the end of the rack, the perfect piece that made you feel sexy. “Yeah, sorry I didn’t reply to that. I don’t think I’ll be able to go, I had made plans with some friends. But I can come over later tonight?” You felt your energy dip as you threw the skirt onto your bed, lying down next to it. “Yeah, that’s fine. Have fun.” Your smile faded, and you clenched your jaw tightly. “You too, babe. I’ll see you later.”

I guess you will be going dateless tonight. You sighed as you hung up the phone, lying with your thoughts for a few minutes. You sat up, looking over at the short skirt next to you, snatching it up in your hands. “Fuck it.” You were going to make sure you had a good time regardless, getting up to get ready for the night. After much struggle in picking shoes, doing your hair, and makeup, you were finally ready to have some drinks and forget about your worries. You headed out the door, zipping your leather jacket to brace for the chilly night, thinking how warm you will feel after some whisky is in your system.

You pulled up to Yeosang’s apartment, texting San to open the door since Yeosang was not answering. “Hey Y/N, you clean up nice,” San joked. “Shut up.” You smirked, nudging him playfully as you walked toward the kitchen. There were a good number of people already here, Yeosang’s EDM playlist blasting through the speakers in the living room. “Yunho should be coming in a few!” Yeosang shouted out to the guests, preparing for the surprise. You rolled your eyes as you made your way to the bottles lined up on the counter, pouring yourself a drink. “Okay, you’re ready to party,” Yeosang smirked at you, wrapping his arm around you, toasting his filled cup with yours. Before he could take a sip, he reached for his phone.,“Shit, he’s on his way up.” Yeosang headed toward the rest of the attendees, “Everyone hide, he’s coming up!” 

You stood, leaning against the counter, not budging. San crouched behind the kitchen island, “Y/N, get down.” You glanced down at him, exhaling sharply as he took hold of your hand, pulling you down next to him. Yeosang turned off the music and the lights, waiting by the door until a knock was heard. You could see the excitement on his face as he yanked the door open, “Surprise!” He turned the lights back on, the group of people springing up from their hiding spots, including San. You got up slowly after seeing the biggest smile on Yunho’s face as he covered his face shyly. “What?” He was so surprised as his friends came around him, hugging him one by one. You crossed your arms over your chest, taking another drink from your cup. He has it all, a good head on his shoulder, a great moral compass, amazing friends, god’s favorite. 

Yunho made his rounds with each person, finally reaching you in the kitchen, his smile dropping slowly as he approached you, “Y/N, thanks for coming.” You downed your drink, pouring yourself more, “I came for Yeosang, but happy birthday.” You motioned your cup up to cheer his empty hand, walking over to the couch. The drinks continued throughout the night, and before you knew it, your vision was blurry and you were spilling your secrets to some guy you thought was San, but San was on the other side of the room, cackling at you. You patted the guy's arm softly, “Sorry about that.” You covered your mouth to hold in your laugh, walking over to San, pushing him playfully, “Fuck you.” San shook his head as he laughed, “Should we all take a shot?” He looked around for Yeosang and Yunho, dragging everyone to the kitchen as he poured each of you a healthy double shot of tequila. 

“I hate tequila,” Yunho frowned at his shot glass. “It’s your birthday, and all you have been drinking is Sauvignon Blanc,” Yeosang teased, passing you your shot. “Damn Yunho, don’t get too crazy now,” You mocked him, laughing as his eyebrows furrowed, watching him down the shot immediately. You stared in shock, eyeing everyone else as you all took your shots down soon after. “Happy Birthday, Yunho!” San shouted, grabbing onto his shoulders, shaking him excitedly. Yunho laughed, his sour face from the tequila still present. You stayed in the kitchen as Yeosang and San made their way back to the living room, fighting over which song to play next. Yeosang was keen on playing Alan Walker while San wanted to switch it to Charli XCX. You poured yourself another whisky drink, knowing that you shouldn’t drink anymore. Yunho lingered around you, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. 

“Water, Yunho? On your birthday? You’re so lame,” You chuckled, taking a sip from your cup. “I just know my limits," He waved his hands up, opening the water bottle. You glared at him, “Are you saying, I don't?” Yunho laughed, “You’re putting words in my mouth.” You leaned back against the counter. “You think you’re better than everyone?” Yunho took another drink from his bottle, stepping in front of you. “This made-up narrative you have of me? Where does it come from?” Your blurred vision became clearer as you stared up at him, “Is it made up? You’re telling me you’re not some goody two-shoes, church boy, who can never do wrong?” He frowned, watching you intensely as you continued, “You always want to be captain, save a hoe or something, put your two cents in where it’s not needed because you think you know so much.” You expressed mockingly, taking another sip of your drink. 

“I don’t have to explain myself to you if you clearly don’t want anything to do with me.” Yunho leaned his arm against the counter behind you, his face hovering close to yours. You shrugged at him, eyeing his lips as he spoke, his large hands fully engulfing the water bottle in his hand. You felt yourself swallow down the urge to pull him closer, to feel his warmth against you, “Would it kill you to have some fun?” You smirked, passing your semi-full cup towards him. He stared down at the red solo cup, placing his water bottle down on the counter, reaching for your cup. He stared at you as he took a large gulp from your cup, his face not even flinching, not like when he took that tequila shot. The residue of the whisky on the top of his lip, you found yourself wiping it away slowly, licking it off your finger. Yunho let out a small exhale as he watched you, gripping the cup in his hand. 

You wrapped your hand behind his neck, pulling him closer until your lips touched. The mix of hate, alcohol, and curiosity between you both. Before your lips could mold into his, he pulled away swiftly, “Y/N.” You looked off to the side as you sighed, pushing him back away from you, “I guess you can’t have fun.” Yunho moved slightly closer, but still giving you your space, “As much as I want to kis-” You shushed him, his face growing blurry again, “Don’t even worry about it.” You crashed onto the couch, reaching into your bag to pull out your phone. It was about 1 am now, you swiped onto Seonghwa’s chat.

You: Meet me at my place?

Hwa: I’ll be there.

You smiled as you clutched your phone against your chest, stuffing it back in your bag as you pulled the bag over your shoulder. “Yeosang!” You shouted out to him, and he was sitting on the floor playing some drinking game with a few other people. He glanced over, blushed cheeks and a smile on his face, oh, he was drunk. You laughed, “I’m going to head out.” Yeosang frowned, “Already? I’ll have San walk you home.” You shook your head, reaching for your leather jacket, “No, no, it’s okay. Seonghwa is going to meet me at my place. I’ll share my location.” Yeosang nodded, waving you off. You said goodbye to a drunk San who was snuggled up with a bag of chips, singing along to the music. “I can walk you home, Y/N,” He stopped singing, his eyes trying to focus on you. “It’s okay, don’t worry, you keep singing.” You patted his shoulder as you made your way out of the apartment, to the elevator, and out the door. The chilly air hit you immediately, pulling on your jacket as you began to make your way to your place. You stumbled slightly, feeling someone hold you up instantly, balancing you. You whipped your head around, “Yunho?” You pulled your arms away from him quickly, “Don’t touch me.” You dusted yourself off, continuing to walk. You stopped in your tracks immediately, “Yunho, stop following me, you creep!” You glared back at him, stomping forward. “I just want to make sure you get home safe, okay? It’s late.” 

“I am capable of getting home, thank you, but no thank you.” You held onto your shoulder bag, trekking down the sidewalk, trying to focus on not falling over. After a few minutes, you were sure Yunho stopped following you, but as you turned around, he was about half a block behind you, “Yunho, please. Just go back to your party!” Yunho slowly caught up, “I am not going to feel okay if I don’t know you made it home safely.” Yunho insisted, his cheeks turning a pink shade from the chilly air. “I’m like 3 blocks away now, okay? I’ll be home in no time, now go,” You sighed loudly as you continued to hear the steps behind you. You were just a block away from your house, feeling your phone vibrate in your jacket pocket, Seonghwa. You answered quickly, “Hi.” You smiled into the phone, glancing up to see him walking toward you on the opposite side of the sidewalk. “I see you,” He giggled, making his way to you, wrapping you up in an embrace. 

He pulled away, standing in front of you as he stared at Yunho, who was just a few feet behind you, “Who’s that?” He asked, furrowing his eyes at the tall guy in front of him. “That’s Yunho, Yeosang’s friend. He-” Yunho moved toward you slowly, “I’m walking her home, making sure she gets in safely.” He smiled at Seonghwa. “Well, I got it from here now,” Seonghwa wrapped his arm around you. “Do you?” Yunho asked, eyeing you, “Are you going to be okay, Y/N?” You sighed, nodding, “I’m-” Seonghwa chuckled, “Listen, I’m here now. My girl doesn’t need your protection, so you can go.” Seonghwa glared, trying to pull you into your apartment building. “Your girl? I wouldn’t have guessed that.” Yunho snickered, stuffing his cold hands into his jacket pockets. “What the fuck does that mean?” Seonghwa let go of your hand, making his way closer to Yunho. “If she were my girl, I wouldn’t have let her go to a party by herself and walk home by herself, too, but that’s just me,” He shrugged. Seonghwa took hold of the collar of Yunho’s jacket, “Well good thing, nobody fucking cares what you think.” Hwa laughed, shoving him back, “Let’s get inside now, Y/N.” 

You looked back at Yunho as you made your way inside, holding Seonghwa’s hand tightly. As soon as you got into your apartment, Seonghwa led you to the bed, your drunk self lying back, kicking off your boots. Seonghwa sat on the chair in the living room, tapping his fingers on his thigh anxiously. You noticed he wasn’t lying on the bed with you, sitting up, you stared at him from across the room. “Babe?” The frown on his face caused you to sober up ever so slightly. “Everything okay?” You pushed, glancing down at the small rip on your tights. “Is something going on between you and that guy?” He spoke softly, staring down at the floor in front of him instead of you. “What?” You scoffed, replaying the kiss from earlier in your head, gulping down the guilt, “No, he’s Yeosang’s friend. I don’t know him that well.” Seonghwa nodded, exhaling as he finally looked up at you, “Y/N, please be honest with me. The man walked you home, almost wanted to start shit with me. Did something happen between you?” 

The guilt spread on your face, hoping it wasn’t noticeable. “We kissed.” You mumbled under your breath, feeling your eyes water. You peeked up to see Seonghwa still like a statue, not moving, but the clenching of his jaw was obvious. “I was drunk, I still am. I-It didn’t mean anything, Hwa.” He nodded, running his fingers through his hair as he leaned back on the chair, looking up at the ceiling stoically, “I mean, I can’t say anything. It's not like you're my girlfriend.” The words stung deep, like a knife twisted in your chest, twisting and twisting. Your breath quickened, like a switch was turned on in your head. The uneasiness, this guilt, the heavy feeling that you had for the past few months, building in your chest, “Hwa.” You cried out, watching him get up from the chair to finally face you. “I don’t trust easily, Y/N, you know this. It takes so much for me to let anyone in because it somehow always leads to disappointment. Which is why I lingered so much on the thought of us being together. I can’t do this, I’m proven right every time and I’m so fucking tired.” You felt the tears fall instantly, steaming as they ran down your still-cold cheeks.

“Yeah, I fucked up and kissed him. I’m sorry. But what about all the times I caught you flirting with other girls, the messages in your phone that you played off as jokes?” You felt the anger bubble inside of you, “Own up to that, Seonghwa.” He bit down on his lip; you could tell from his eyes that his thoughts were running a mile a second, “I’m done, Y/N.” You jumped up from your bed, seeing him walk toward your door, “Are you serious? You’re going to guilt-trip me and then not even take ownership of your mistakes? You’re a fucking coward Park Seonghwa.” You shouted out, following behind him, shutting the door in his face, “Fuck!” You yelled out to the door, making your way back to your bed, missing it and sliding down to the floor. You lay on the scratchy rug, the tears welling up as you gazed up at the ceiling; you felt everything but nothing at the same time. 

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The sun peeked through your curtains, making you stir in your bed, pulling the sheets over your head. Your head pounded, just what you needed, a hangover. You pushed the duvet off of you, glancing down at the outfit you wore yesterday still on your body. You didn’t bother to change or take your makeup off after Seonghwa left, instead, you sobbed into your pillows and fell asleep that way. You sighed deeply before pushing yourself to get up to change your clothes and wash your face. Your brain hadn’t seemed to have processed everything that happened; you knew you would get messy when you drank, but still did it anyway. Instead of having a good time at the party, you were left with misery as a party favor. You looked at yourself in the mirror, streaks of mascara down your cheek, “You’re such a mess.” You chuckled at yourself, splashing the cold water in your face.

You decided that you would stay in, watch movies, and order takeout until the unforeseen future; you had no motivation to see anyone or anything, not even the sky. You sat in your living room, watching a random 80s rom-com from the stack of movies you had. Bad boy meets good girl, can’t help but fall in love with her, and cannot hide his true feelings, “A bunch of bullshit!” You shouted at the TV, groaning as you leaned back on the chair. But this was your life for a moment, at least you thought so. It was day 3 of moping in your sadness and refusing to see the daylight, full vampire mode, until you were reminded that people cared about your well-being. Your phone rang, Yeosang. You placed the phone to your ear, holding it up with your shoulder as you shoved more popcorn in your mouth, “What’s up?” Yeosang laughed on the other end, “I haven’t heard from you since the party, that’s what’s up. Why haven’t you been answering my texts?” You tossed a kernel up in the air, missing your mouth completely. 

“Right. Well, let’s just say things are shit.” You tossed another kernel up in the air, catching it this time. “Why? What happened?” You sighed, placing the popcorn to the side as you curled up in the chair, “Seonghwa ended things.” You heard Yeosang exhale on the other end, “I’m sorry, Y/N.” You played with your hands, holding back your tears, “Thanks. I’ll get over it, he wasn’t good for me anyway.” You took a deep breath, your mind replaying the fight with Seonghwa over and over. “Why don’t you come over? We can order some food, and play Mortal Kombat? I’ll let you win,” Yeosang snickered. “I always win, Yeosang. What do you mean?” He scoffed, “No, you don’t! Come here and prove it.” You smiled, breaking out into a giggle, “Fine, I’ll come over. Be there in a few.” You hung up, glancing at the state your apartment was in, but having no motivation to clean it right now. 

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The days locked in your apartment made you miss the warmth of the sun, although the air was still chilly. You made your way to Yeosang’s apartment, clicking on the elevator button. You watched as the numbers descended, finally pinging to the lobby. You slid into an empty elevator, pressing Yeosang’s floor, watching the doors close slowly, “Hold the elevator!” You heard someone shout out, usually you would be an ass and pretend you didn’t hear that but you held your hand out for the person. “Thanks.” Ugh, shit. You stared up at Yunho as he made his way in the elevator. “Great," You mumbled under your breath, standing in the corner on the opposite side of him. “Hi,” He spoke, biting down on his lip as you ignored him. 

“Why are you here? I thought I would just get to spend time with my best friend alone, guess not.” You sighed as the elevator moved slowly. “I didn’t know you had plans with Yeosang, I’m sorry. I don’t have to stay, I’ll just go,” Yunho spoke softly, looking over at you. “Now you want to listen to me," You smirked, shaking your head. “What did I do?” Yunho turned to face you. “What didn’t you do?” He furrowed his brows, “Well, maybe you should tell me.” You laughed, looking down at your hands, “I’m not going to bother.” Yunho scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest, “There you go again.” You glanced over at him, “What does that mean?” The lights from the elevator flickered as it halted to a complete stop, the number on the screen stopping at the 7th floor. You clicked on the buttons, none of them making it move, “Fuck.” You whined, smacking your head against the wall of the elevator, “We’re fucking stuck. How wonderful.” Yunho moved toward the buttons, holding down the emergency button, and the operator picked up, “Hi, we’re in an elevator on 3214 North Emory Street, and it seems like we’re stuck.” Yunho continued explaining to the operator the situation you were both in. “Okay, we’re sending someone over, could be about 30 to 40 mins. Try and remain calm, they will get you out shortly.”

“Remain calm?” You felt your breath quicken; this was the worst time to be claustrophobic. “Hey, deep breaths okay?” Yunho came to your side, sitting you down next to him, his hands holding yours. You nodded at him, feeling your breath slow down, “I’m good, I’m okay.” You glanced down at your hands, both of you pulling away quickly. You couldn’t help but laugh, “What is my life?” You leaned your head against the wall, closing your eyes. It was silent for a few minutes until Yunho spoke again, “I’m sorry for that night.” You opened your eyes, looking over at him, “This is like your 5th apology to me, I think.” You smirked, playing with the rings on your fingers. “If you accept it, I’ll stop,” Yunho chuckled, watching you fidget with your rings. You rolled your eyes, looking over at him, “That’s no fun.” You smiled.

“I think I should be the one to apologize.” Yunho gasped playfully, receiving a nudge from you, “I’m serious! I’ve been such an ass to you, you’re just a good guy and I crucified you for it.” He held his hand up to his chest, “Damn crucified? You’re playing up this church boy role, huh?” You grinned, “Well, aren’t you?” Yunho nodded, “Sure, but it’s not the only thing I am.” He tapped his hand on his legs, “You paint me out to be this saint who could do no wrong. But I’ve done wrong, I can be bad too.” He laughed, playing with the material of his pants. “Oh really? Bad boy Yunho exists? Do tell.” He peeked over at you, his smile fading, “Well, I wanted to punch your boyfriend that night, that’s for sure.” You felt the pressure on your chest again at the mention of Seonghwa, “He’s not my boyfriend.” You responded quickly, biting down on your lip, “He ended things with me that night.” You confessed, staring at Yunho, who had a sad frown on his face, “I told him that we kissed, and he lost it. I mean rightfully so.” Yunho huffed, “He didn’t deserve you.” You shuckled lightly, “You love to say that when you don’t even know me and what I deserve, Yunho.”

He leaned his head back, “I don’t need to know you, to know that you deserve a good guy to treat you well. Someone who will bring you your favorite food, walk you home at night, apologize, take accountability, and will hear you out even if you want to bite their head off.” You couldn’t help but laugh, “Yunho, you’re describing yourself. What are you on about?” Yunho scooted closer to you, his legs brushing against yours. You looked down as his hand traveled to yours, “It means I should’ve kept kissing you that night.” You both stared at each other for a minute, like the heat between you was building as he inched his face closer, kissing your lips softly. You didn’t pull away, instead, you placed your hand on his cheek, pulling him into a deeper kiss, the smell of his cologne penetrating your space. His lips lingered on yours as he kissed the corner of your lips, your cheeks, and back to your lips again, “I’m-” You put your finger up to his lips, “I swear, Yunho, if you apologize one more time.” You threw your leg over him, straddling him now, your arms wrapped around his neck. You kissed him again, not wanting to ever stop. 

He held you close to him, his hands on your lower back as he kissed you with such need, a craving for more of you. You ran your fingers through his hair, feeling his lips trail down your neck, placing kisses on your shoulder, licking your skin delicately. You bit down on his bottom lip, tugging it playfully, a smile appearing on his face before he crashed his lips on yours again, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You moaned softly against his mouth, tugging at his hair lightly, feeling him grow beneath you. You felt your hips move against him slowly, an ache burning in your core as you kissed down his neck, sucking at his skin roughly, as he exhaled a groan. You slipped your hands into his coat, tugging at it for him to take it off. He obliged, doing the same to your jacket. His hands slid down the back of your thighs, squeezing them tightly, his fingers creeping under your skirt, up toward your ass. You pulled away from his neck, staring into his eyes as you rocked against him, causing his mouth to drop open as he watched you. 

Beep. “Hey guys-” The operator spoke, causing you and Yunho to jump up instantly. “We have firefighters on their way up to let you out, give them like 5 minutes, okay?” You gulped, fixing your hair and your lipstick. You reached for your jacket from the floor and put it back on, “Thank you.” You stared over at Yunho, his hands adjusting himself as he reached for his coat, too. You both peeked at each other, giggling coming from both sides of the elevator, as the doors opened up in front of you.

[angel-deadth]

⚠️WARNING ⚠️

🚫 reader is gender natural since in crk cookie has no specific genders🚫

🚫i not sure if this artist of the song are problematic so I just use lyrics to mixed with lore and storys 🚫

🚫 I make creepy stuffs sometimes to make characters unthing which is my favourite!🚫

🚫 yes, white hands is you!🚫

' Girl that make me happy, a girl that make me cry

A girl that passed away back in 1985

A girl I plan to marry, a girl I plan to wed

A girl that I can choke because my baby is already dead '

' Cemetery lady, my cemetery girl

Cemetery baby, I want you in my world

Cemetery woman, we can still be down

You're more than just a corpse, you're a psychopathic clown '

" maybe..we are soulmate..."

1x1x1x1 is telamon's hated.

What if you are someone's obsession love?

BONUS!

"i'm your biggest fan i follow you until you love me baby" ahhh pictures🥀🥀🥀

Sometimes I forget bride?reader based off black forest cookie so they probably not green flag

And I in between make beautiful cake form or terrify cake form.

i can't think of how i draw bride?reader into blocktales and phighting yet. i dying i don't even know how to draw male. I just look at fanarts and say ' damn I have to draw this, boomya '

No, don't eat them😭😭😭

(Doom yuri lol)

[daeniradraconis]

Right Where You Left Me

Hey, Lovelies! ✨

Sorry I’m a little late — my Mac decided to quit on me today 😅, and I spent the whole night saving my files. But all is well now! Everything’s backed up, so here’s hoping no more tech issues in the future. 🌙

Before we get into the first chapter of William and Eli’s story, I want to share something fun. For each chapter, I’ve chosen a song that I think fits the mood or foreshadows something ahead. If you play the song while reading (hit play on the video above the text), it can add a little extra layer to the story — sometimes you might even catch a hint of what’s coming next! 🎶

Anyway, here’s the first chapter of William and Eli’s story! I hope you enjoy! 🫶🏼

Themes/Warnings: Hannah Elise Hughes x William Nylander, love at first sight, weddings, pure fluff, mentions of a car crash and injury

Chapter 1: A Promise Under the Stars

June 27, 2014

The sun’s been sitting heavy all afternoon, warm and lazy, the kind of heat that makes the grass smell sweeter. You’re stretched out on the lawn, elbows propped, legs kicked out in front of you, pretending to read Greek and Roman History of Art — a book you’ve read so many times it might as well be your diary. But you’re not really reading. Not today.

Your brothers are at it again.

You don’t even have to look to know what’s happening. Jack’s yelling, Luke’s trying to keep up, and Quinn’s probably rolling his eyes while doing everything better than both of them. The clatter of rollerblades on the driveway, the slap of sticks, the crash of a puck hitting the side of the garage — it’s like background music you never asked for.

You glance up anyway.

Yup. There they are. Jack’s already got his shirt off like he’s playing for the Stanley Cup instead of sweating through another backyard game. Luke’s copying him, all limbs and attitude. And Quinn, steady as always, holding it all together with that calm “old soul” energy he’s had since birth.

You roll your eyes and let out a sigh. Loud enough to be heard if anyone was paying attention.

You love them. You do. Jack, all wild energy and reckless chaos, like a storm that never quite settles. Luke, the baby of the family, all big eyes and easy charm — a golden retriever in human form. And Quinn, the quiet one, steady and serious, with a calm kind of passion that runs deeper than he lets on. They’re your brothers, and they’re home. But some days, it feels like you were dropped into the wrong family by mistake. A Hughes who can’t skate? Blasphemy.

You tried once. You really did. At 11 years old, bundled in gear three sizes too big, wobbling on skates like a baby deer. Quinn held your hands, patient and kind, while Jack chirped from the bench and laughed when you hit the ice face-first. You lasted maybe half an hour before you ripped off the helmet and declared hockey the enemy.

Ellen — your mom — just smiled. “Stick to your books, Eli,” she said, brushing ice shavings off your coat. “That brain of yours will get you further than a slapshot.”

So you did. You built your world out of stories and soil — history textbooks, dog-eared art guides, a garden full of stubborn tomato plants you refuse to give up on, no matter how many times your brothers trample them chasing after a ball.

“Eli! We need a goalie!”

Jack’s voice cuts through the afternoon like a fire alarm. You don’t look up.

“We’re down a man!”

“Don’t care,” you mumble.

“Get over here, nerd!”

Luke. Of course.

You flip a page, even though you’re not reading it. “Yell one more time, and I’m snapping your sticks in half while you sleep.”

Jack snorts. “You’d probably cry if you chipped a nail.”

“I’d cry if I had to live with you forever,” you shoot back, deadpan.

Luke gasps dramatically. “She doesn’t love us.”

“Fix your helmet, Luke,” you add. “It’s halfway off your head, you walking concussion.”

From the garage, Quinn’s voice cuts in, flat and amused. “Jack, you couldn’t score on an empty net. Luke, stop trying to be Jack. And Eli, please don’t murder them before dinner.”

You smile. Just a little.

Quinn’s always been the balance. The one who sees you when you go quiet, the one who reads the room without needing a single word. Maybe it’s because you’re closest in age, or maybe it’s just the way he sees the world, but you’ve always felt closest to him. Like he just gets it — gets you — in a way the others don’t.

Still, it’s exhausting sometimes. Being the only one who doesn’t speak “sports.” Like you’re a guest in your own home.

You pull your knees up, rest your book against them, and stare out at the garden. Your basil looks droopy. One of the tomato cages is crooked. You think about moving it, but—

The sound of tires crunching gravel stops you.

You look up.

Your dad’s car is pulling into the driveway, and for a second, everything feels normal. You expect him to step out, maybe toss Luke a water bottle, ask if Jack’s broken anything today.

But then the passenger door opens.

And someone else gets out first.

He’s tall. Really tall. His golden blonde hair almost looks white under the sun, and his eyes — blue, clear, like the ocean on a perfect day. There’s something about the way he walks, the smooth confidence in his stride, that catches your breath. He looks… different. Like he stepped out of a storybook. Like the version of Prince Charming no one told you actually existed. And for a second, you honestly wonder if you’ve just imagined him.

He glances around, and then — he sees you.

Just for a second. A flicker of a glance. But it hits like a lightning strike.

You forget the book in your lap. You forget the sun on your shoulders. All you can think is: Oh.

Your heart, which was perfectly fine a minute ago, starts doing something weird. Like it’s trying to crawl up into your throat.

“Kids!” your dad calls out. “Come say hello! This is William Nylander. He just got drafted, and he’s staying with us for a bit while he settles in.”

The name clicks, vaguely. Hockey. Leafs. But honestly, your brain is busy with other things.

Like the way William is walking toward you, easy and sure, hands tucked in his pockets. Like he’s stepping straight into your daydream and bringing it to life.

Jack drops his stick. “No way! He’s a Leaf?! That’s so sick!”

Luke’s already bouncing. “Wait, like on the team team?!”

William laughs — soft, polite, a little bashful. But his eyes haven’t left yours.

And then, he stops in front of you. You.

He flashes a grin — just crooked enough to feel dangerous.

“Hi,” he says, voice low and smooth. “I’m William.”

He says it like it’s obvious. Like of course that’s who he is. And maybe it should be — with that smile, that hair, that confidence like he already knows you’re staring.

Your stomach flips so hard it might do a full somersault. Words? Gone. Logic? Useless. All you can think about is how warm your face feels and how suddenly awkward your hands are, just sitting there like they forgot how to be hands.

You manage to squeak out, “Hi.”

It’s quiet. Too quiet. You sound like someone just rewound your whole personality and left it on mute.

He looks amused. Not in a mean way — in a charming, "this is cute" kind of way. Like he knows exactly the effect he’s having on you.

Your dad’s saying something — something about him staying here for a couple of weeks until his apartment’s ready. But it’s background noise now.

He’s going to be living here.

With you.

You’re pretty sure your soul just left your body.

You glance up again, and he’s still looking at you, still smiling, like this is all some kind of inside joke he hasn’t let you in on yet.

And that’s when it hits you. You’re in trouble. Like... real trouble.

Because this isn’t just a crush. Not even close.

You're in love.

And he hasn’t even made it through the front door.

—

The next two weeks are a blur. Not in a busy, chaotic way, but in a dreamlike, everything-is-new kind of way. William’s presence feels like an added layer to everything you’ve known. He’s in your house, under your roof, sharing your space, and it’s almost surreal how easily he slips into your world.

He’s still the same charming, confident guy from that first moment. He talks with that easy, magnetic confidence that makes everyone gravitate toward him. But what surprises you the most is how he makes space for you in the midst of it all.

Every morning, he’s in the kitchen, making coffee, and when you shuffle in — hair a mess, sleep still heavy in your eyes — he’s always there with a quiet “Good morning,” and that crooked, too-perfect-for-him smile. It’s like he knows exactly how to make you feel like the only person in the room, even if Jack’s already rambling about his latest skateboarding tricks and Luke’s stuffing his face with cereal. William doesn’t mind. He just listens. Really listens, in a way that makes you feel like you could tell him anything.

And you find yourself telling him things. Little things. 

Like how you started gardening because it felt like the only thing that could grow in the chaos of your family. How Ellen once tried to teach you to skate and you cried on the ice. How you’ve read Greek and Roman History of Art so many times it’s basically your second language. How you despise salted caramel with such passion that you believe its fans deserve a short, contemplative exile in purgatory.

He doesn’t laugh. He just nods like it’s all valuable information.

“You really like art, huh?” he asks one night on the porch.

It’s late — one of those velvet-sky summer nights where time slows. You’re in your usual spot, knees pulled to your chest, hoodie sleeves over your hands. He’s next to you, hoodie half-zipped, legs stretched out, hair still damp from his shower. He smells like clean soap and warm skin.

You nod. “It’s not just that I like art. I love it. And not just paintings — I mean the whole thing. Art history. Architecture. The stories built into stone.”

He glances over, intrigued. You go on before you can stop yourself.

“I read about the Pantheon when I was thirteen. This giant, ancient Roman temple in the middle of the city — still standing. I’ve never even been to Rome, but the pictures? Unreal. The dome is a perfect hemisphere — same diameter as its height. They built it without modern tools, and no one even knows exactly how. The concrete they used? Still hasn’t cracked. The oculus — that giant hole in the roof — it’s open to the sky. Rain falls right through it. But the floor is sloped, with invisible drains, so the water just disappears.”

You pause, but he’s still looking at you, listening.

“It’s not just architecture. It’s—” You shake your head, smiling a little. “It’s art. The kind that makes your chest feel too full. It was built to honor all the gods, but they made it feel like it could touch the universe. Like they wanted to bring the heavens into reach.”

You hug your knees tighter. “And it’s still there. People walk into it every day. Into something made almost two thousand years ago. You can feel the history pressing in around you. It’s like standing in a heartbeat that never stopped.”

William is quiet for a long moment.“That’s… amazing.”

You laugh a little, embarrassed. “Sorry. I get carried away.”

“No.” He shakes his head. “Don’t apologize. I think it’s incredible that you care about something that deeply.”

You glance over, unsure. But he’s smiling — that quiet, thoughtful smile he doesn’t give out easily.

“I think that’s what art’s supposed to do,” he says. “Make you feel something you can’t really explain. Even if it’s just a building or a painting. Doesn’t matter. If it moves you, it matters.”

You blink. That’s… not what you expected. William Nylander — hockey guy, professional athlete, and also someone who actually gets art? 

“You’re full of surprises,” you murmur.

He smiles, sensing your surprise. "What? You didn’t think I was all hockey, did you?"

“I mean… kind of.”

“Wow,” he says, mock-offended. “I’m layered, Eli. Deeply complex.”

You laugh, but it sticks in your chest, warm. Because somehow, it’s true — he’s funny, confident, ridiculous… and he sees you. Not as one of the Hughes siblings. Not as the quiet one. Just…you.

That’s how you end up here. Most nights, side by side on the porch while the house buzzes behind you.

Tonight is no different — quiet air, cicadas in the trees, stars overhead like someone scattered glitter across navy velvet. Your bare toes brush his knee by accident, but he doesn’t move.

You look over. He’s fiddling with the cap on his water bottle, uncharacteristically quiet. The kind of silence that makes you want to fill it with something soft.

“I always wanted a dog,” you say.

He turns, eyebrows raised slightly. “Yeah?”

“Since I was five. Every birthday, every Christmas. I begged. Once I even made a Power Point on why a dog would help with my emotional development.” You snort. “Didn’t work.”

“What’d they say?”

“That I already had three brothers and that was enough chaos for one household.”

He laughs — that warm, low sound that always makes your stomach twist. “Fair. But brutal.”

You smile, leaning your head back. “I even had this whole Pinterest board. His name was going to be Pablo. He’d wear a little bandana and sleep at the foot of my bed.”

He raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Pablo? That’s kinda badass. Like a mob boss or something.”

You giggle, nudging him lightly. “Exactly! Super manly, right?”

William hums like he’s really considering it. “I’ll get you one.”

You blink. “What?”

“When I get my place. You move in. I’ll get you a dog.”

You snort a laugh, but your face feels suddenly way too warm. “William. I’m seventeen.”

He smirks. “So? It doesn’t have to be today. Just… someday. I mean—” he stretches his arms over his head, all long limbs and relaxed confidence “—I’m just saying, I could see it. Me, you, a golden retriever with too much energy. Maybe a garden. I’d build you a whole greenhouse if you wanted.”

You laugh again, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”

He leans in closer, just enough that you feel the heat of him, his voice suddenly lower, teasing. “Nah. I’m serious. I think you’d look really cute walking a dog in one of those oversized sweaters. Maybe wearing my hoodie. Nothing underneath.”

“William.” You choke on a laugh, heat crawling up your neck.

He grins like he’s just scored a goal in overtime. “What? I’m a romantic.”

“You’re a menace.”

“And yet,” he says, leaning in just slightly, “you’re still sitting right here.”

You roll your eyes, but your pulse is loud in your ears. The porch feels smaller, the air charged.

He shifts closer. Not suddenly — slowly, deliberately — like he’s checking to see if you’ll stop him.

You don’t.

His hand lifts, brushing a piece of hair from your cheek. But it’s not just a gesture. It’s careful. Intentional. His fingertips graze your skin like he’s memorizing it, like this moment matters. And maybe it does. Maybe it always has.

You can’t think. Can’t move. The world narrows to the space between you — to the heat pulsing there, to the way your lungs forget how to work.

“I meant it,” he says softly, his voice a low thrum against the quiet night. “I’d get you that dog. Or anything you wanted.”

You look up at him — and this time, you don’t look away. Your voice is barely a breath.

“I just want you to kiss me.”

And then everything shifts.

He leans in — slowly, like he’s giving you every second to change your mind. But you don’t. You couldn’t, even if you wanted to. And then his lips are on yours.

It’s not fireworks. It’s not chaos.

It’s warm.

Soft at first — almost hesitant, like he’s learning the shape of you, tasting the moment. His lips are tender, sure, and it’s careful — not rushed, not greedy, but full of something deeper. Something real. The kind of kiss that makes time slow down, stretch thin. Like your heartbeat just synced to his.

You breathe him in — soap, skin, sun-warmed cotton — and everything else disappears. No porch. No summer night. Just the quiet pull of it, of him, of this thing you didn’t see coming but somehow always knew was meant to happen.

His hand slides to the back of your neck, fingers tangling gently in your hair. You melt — literally melt — into him, into that touch, into that kiss, like your body finally understands what safe feels like.

When he finally pulls back, it’s just an inch — enough for his eyes to settle on yours, lingering, as if he’s trying to memorize every detail. His thumb strokes your cheek, slow and deliberate, like he's tracing the very shape of you in his mind.

His gaze dips to your lips, his voice low, thick with something that makes your pulse race.

“Your dad’s probably going to kill me, you know that, right?”

You laugh softly, the sound escaping with more ease than you expected. You shake your head, the playful glint in your eyes never fading. “Oh, don’t worry about it. I’m his favorite. I’ll handle him. Just…don’t break my heart, okay?”

For a beat, his smile falters, just a fraction, before his eyes soften with an intensity that makes your heart skip. He leans in, his breath warming your lips, and for a moment, the world goes still.

“Never,” he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper, just before his lips brush against yours again — slow, gentle, as if he’s savoring the very moment, the very feeling of you against him.

—

The August sun spills gold across the edges of the white tent strung with fairy lights and swaying eucalyptus garlands. Toronto’s late-summer air hums warm and bright, the breeze from the lake brushing against the skin like a soft kiss. Laughter rises from the open bar, mingling with the clinking of glasses and the soft murmur of conversation. The light is honeyed, slow — the kind that wraps itself around memories, preserving them in warmth and shimmer, like a pressed flower between the pages of a well-loved book.

You’re dancing.

Barefoot now — your heels long since abandoned under the table — you move slowly in William’s arms, your wedding dress whispering around your legs with every step. His hands are gentle at your waist, your palms resting over the slow thrum of his heartbeat beneath the crisp collar of his shirt. His jacket is off, tie loose, hair a little messy. And still, he’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

The world fades. It’s just him, you, and the music curling softly through the late summer air.

And you can’t stop smiling.

You let your eyes sweep across the crowd — the blur of people clapping, slow-dancing, talking over champagne and cake. Familiar faces beam back at you. Jack is on the dance floor, leaning in a little too close to one of William's cousins, flashing a grin that says I’m about to charm you out of your penties — and she’s laughing, probably rolling her eyes, but clearly amused. Quinn, a little too tipsy, is dancing with your mom like he's auditioning for Dancing with the Stars, spinning her around with moves you didn’t know he had. Your mom's laughing, loving every second, teasing him about how he's killing it. Meanwhile, Luke’s found Banksy. The two of them are tucked in a corner, and you swear Luke’s sneaking him bites of something he shouldn’t be eating — probably pastry crumbs. Banksy looks up at him, wide-eyed, like he’s in on the secret. Luke’s giving him a soft smile, whispering to the dog like they’re plotting something together. It’s one of those moments that makes you laugh because Luke’s too pure for his own good.

And then there’s William’s side — Michael, laughing over drinks with your father like they’ve known each other forever, probably arguing over hockey plays and statistics. Catherine, poised and glowing in a soft sea-blue dress, watches you both with misty eyes and a smile that says she always knew her boy would find this kind of love.

His sisters — Michelle, Jacqueline, Stephanie, and little Ella — are huddled near the dance floor, swaying and giggling, clutching glasses of something sparkling and non-alcoholic for the youngest. Ella looks especially radiant. She's grown so much, but you still remember the quiet, sweet girl who lived with you and William for a while, who left tiny mugs half full of tea all over the apartment and asked you questions about plants like you were a walking encyclopedia. She studies in Toronto now, living in her own dorm, but she never stopped feeling like your little shadow. Your heart squeezes at the thought.

And then there’s Alex — standing near the dessert table, deep in conversation with Auston and Mitch, probably trying to talk them into some ridiculous offseason challenge. He loves those. He was your temporary roommate, too — shared takeout dinners and hockey talk on the balcony, late-night dishwasher debates and all. He winks when he catches you looking and lifts his glass in a silent, smiling toast.

It hits you slowly — not like a wave, but like sunlight through a window. Quiet. Warm. Certain.

This is your life now.

Not just his, not just yours — but something you built together. Layer by layer. A life that started on a quiet porch, with a kiss under the stars when you were seventeen and trembling and unsure. A kiss that said, I see you. A promise he never stopped keeping.

When William moved out to play for the Marlies, it wasn’t far — just across the city, but it felt like the start of something new for both of you. A few months later, you started your degree in Environmental Science at the University of Toronto, throwing yourself into early mornings and long lectures, lab reports and field work. Your days were full of discovery; your nights, often spent curled up in his apartment, surrounded by textbooks and half-eaten takeout, with him brewing you tea and soft music humming low in the background. He never made you feel like you were chasing your dreams alone. He was there — not just beside you, but behind you, making space for your ambition and cheering it on like it was his own.

Then came the day your family packed up and moved back to Michigan. You still remember standing in the driveway, watching them go, feeling a crack form right in the center of your chest. But your parents saw it — the way William looked at you like you were the only thing that made sense in the world. The way you spoke about your classes, your city, your life here. You had already started putting down roots.

And somehow, they understood.

You stayed behind.

Not out of rebellion. Not out of stubbornness. But because your heart had already chosen a home. And he was here.

So, you and William moved in together — and he made good on another promise. Just a few months later, Pablo came bounding into your life. Curly-haired, floppy-eared, endlessly sweet. He slept at the foot of your bed and carried around his stuffed pig like it was his life’s purpose. A year later, chaos arrived in the form of Banksy — pure mischief and boundless energy, a lovable menace with paws too big for his body.

Somehow, the two of you built a life — dogs and houseplants and a garden that spilled from the balcony like your own little jungle. William, who kissed you every morning like it was the first time. William, who never once made you feel like you were orbiting his world — because you had created one together.

And then, 2019 arrived. It was Christmas Eve — your favorite night of the year. Lights strung across the living room, cinnamon in the air, your mom crying before anything had even happened — you swear she knew. William cleared his throat and then — of course — launched into a speech. Classic Willy: heartfelt, a little cocky, and so completely sincere it made your knees weak.

He turned to Jimi first, asked for his blessing like a man raised right. And Jimi — naturally — acted all serious and intimidating… before pulling William into a hug so hard you thought he might break a rib. Your mom sobbed so intensely she forgot to record the moment — something she still brings up every single Christmas, like it’s your fault she was too busy crying to press the red button.

Jack wasted no time. “Biggest simp I’ve ever seen,” he declared loudly, shaking his head, but grinning so sweetly at you. 

Quinn just smiled. Then, without a word, hugged William like he was his own brother. When he finally pulled back, he said, “It always felt like you were part of this family… but now it’s official.” You think William nearly cried at that part, though he’ll never admit it.

And Luke — sweet, sentimental Luke — tried to play it cool. But the moment the ring box opened, his chin wobbled. He stood up clapping and wiping his face with his sleeve at the same time. Of course, Jack immediately took a picture of Luke crying and has printed it every year since to hang as an ornament on the tree. “The emotional support elf,” he calls it.

That was the moment everything shifted — not just for you and William, but for all of them, too.

They saw what he meant to you. What you meant to each other.

And now, here you are.

Married. His wife. Barefoot under a Toronto August sky, the sun sinking low over the lake, the air thick with roses and summer and laughter.

And through all of it, William watches you like he still can’t believe you’re real. Like he’s still that boy on the porch, blinking stars out of his eyes, wondering how the hell he got lucky enough to end up here — with you.

“You okay?” William murmurs against your temple, his breath warm, his lips brushing your skin.

You nod, your voice thick with emotion. “Better than okay.”

His fingers shift slightly at your waist, pulling you just a bit closer. “You were worth every second of waiting.”

You tilt your head up, meeting his gaze. “You kept every promise.”

He grins, that soft, crooked smile that undid you back then — that still undoes you now. “Told you I’m a romantic.”

“Yes, you are. I’m a pretty lucky lady,” you tease, eyes glinting.

His hand brushes along your spine, and suddenly, you’re both laughing quietly, breathing each other in. It’s strange, really — how something can feel brand new and completely familiar all at once. How love, real love, doesn’t feel like butterflies. It feels like sunlight — constant and warm and always finding its way back to you.

A microphone crackles, and then a voice rings out — someone from the band, smiling into the mic.

“Alright, everyone, if we could have your attention—our bride and groom are about to head out for their honeymoon! Let’s give them all the love they deserve!”

The room erupts in cheers, whistles and applause. Champagne is lifted. Glasses clink. You blink back the sudden blur in your eyes as William leans down to whisper against your ear:

“You ready to go, Mrs. Nylander?”

You laugh — a bubbling, joy-soaked sound as you nod. “With you? Always.”

And as you walk hand in hand through the crowd, showered in petals and love and laughter, you look back once — just once — at the people who built you, held you, shaped this life. And then you look forward.

—

The doors of the car close behind you with a soft thud, and suddenly, the world feels quieter. The buzz of the reception is replaced by the sound of the engine, the warm night air drifting in through the cracked window. William’s hand finds yours, his fingers intertwining with yours in the way they always do — familiar, steady, grounding you.

He starts the car, and as you pull away from the venue, the streets of Toronto slipping by in a blur, you glance over at him. His eyes are still full of that joy, that soft, warm look that has been there since the moment he slipped the ring on your finger. There’s a relaxed, almost goofy grin on his face, the kind that only comes after a long, perfect day.

You turn the radio dial, and suddenly, the opening chords of “Take Me Home, Country Roads” fill the car. It’s the very song you and your brother used to sing at the top of your lungs on long summer road trips. A surge of excitement hits you, and you can’t help but start belting it out, loud and carefree, your voice rising with every word.

“Almost heaven, West Virginia…”

William glances over, his eyebrows lifting in mock horror. “Oh, no,” he laughs, shaking his head. “Not this song.”

You don’t stop. “Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River…” Your voice is full of energy, all the joy and excitement of the day flooding out of you in the form of music.

William laughs beside you, one hand on the wheel, his hair still a little messy from the dancing. “You’re unbelievable,” he says, grinning. “I marry you and now I’m stuck with a country music soundtrack for life.”

“Oh, come on, it’s a classic!” you tease, singing louder, not even trying to stay on key anymore. “You just don’t get it.”

William gives a dramatic sigh, shaking his head with a grin. “No, I definitely don’t. I never understood how anyone could love country music this much.”

You laugh, rolling your eyes playfully. “Take me home, country roads…” you sing, your voice rising with the chorus, throwing your head back as you belt it out, carefree and happy.

He watches you for a moment, shaking his head but clearly entertained. “Okay, okay,” he finally says, the teasing in his voice softening. “I get it, you’re killing it. But I still don’t get the appeal.”

You grin, leaning over to nudge him playfully. “You’ll come around one day,” you tease, eyes sparkling.

The song continues, and you sing your heart out, your joy filling the car. It feels right — this moment, this life, this love — everything wrapped up in the sound of a song that’s been a part of you forever.

William starts laughing softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as you hit the high notes with all the conviction of a true country fan. “I don’t know how you do it,” he says, still chuckling.

You’re lost in the song now, the road stretching ahead of you, the glow from the dashboard casting a soft light on William’s face. His focus is on the road, but every so often, his smile flickers as he glances at you.

You throw your head back, still singing — louder now, on purpose. “To the place I belong…”

He shakes his head, but he’s smiling.

Then it happens.

A flash of headlights.

A horn blares.

The scream of tires on pavement.

Metal.

The impact slams through you like a punch. Your body jerks, flung forward and snapped back by the seatbelt. The airbag explodes, the sound impossibly loud — like a bomb detonating in your ears.

You can’t see.

You can’t breathe.

You hear glass shatter, the car twisting, spinning — and then stillness.

Pain hits you all at once, hot and sharp — blooming in your ribs, your shoulder, your head. Your vision sways like a curtain of water. You try to move, try to sit up, to find William, but your limbs feel heavy, unreachable.

You hear him.

Faint, but frantic.

“Elise—”

You try to answer. Your lips part, but nothing comes out. You want to reach for him. You want to tell him you’re okay, or ask if he is — but everything is fog.

His voice grows sharper, full of panic.

“Elise! Elise, stay with me! Please—”

You try. God, you try.

But the pain grows thick and distant, your head lolling as the dark swallows the edges of your sight. The world fades — his voice, the night, the music — all pulling away like waves retreating from shore.

And then—

Nothing.

Just black.

[lovelytsunoda]

let me go | jake seresin

summary: jake is twenty years old and about to ship off for his first assignment in the us navy. he thinks his girlfriend deserves better, but she's here to tell him just how wrong he is

pairing: jake seresin x childhood sweetheart! reader

warnings: angst, based on the song 'let me go' by christian kane, cliffhanger ending because i'm evil like that, spoiler: accidental pregnancy

author's note: i usually don't listen to country music but i caught a rerun of my favorite 'leverage' episode the other day and remembered this song existed, and the fic wrote itself from there

Jake Seresin's Ford Ranger was parked as close to the edge of the cliff that you could get without being a danger to yourself and others. The view over the grassy cliff and into the turquoise water of the bay around Stacey's Point was to die for, but neither was focused much on the water. The lighthouse stood proud behind them, occasionally swinging around the illuminate their bodies.

The pair had spent many a night at this point, perfect in the late spring and early fall, free of the tourists that flocked to the Point's picturesque shores. In mere weeks the town would be overrun, college boys tripping over each other for lifeguard jobs that would allow them to show off their muscles to any tourist girl in a ten mile radius.

They lay in the back of the truck, Jake's letterman jacket over her shoulders. She was too good for him, he thought to himself as he nuzzled into her neck, gently sucking a hickey. At her quiet moan, he felt a stabbing pain in his heart.

How could he possibly say goodbye? Walk away from the best thing that had ever happened to him? The mere thought made him sick to his stomach.

"Sugar, there's something I need to talk to you about."

She pulled away from him, pulling his ratty old football jacket tighter around her shoulders. "Talk to me, Seresin. What's going on?" She always had been good at reading him, understanding him the way that nobody else could.

Jake sighed, averting his eyes. "I got my marching orders today. They want me in Fort Worth by the end of the month."

There was silence for a long stretch, and then he felt her warm hand engulfing his. "We'll figure it out. Jake, when you first enlisted I told you I was in it for the long haul. That's not going to change."

Jake shook his head. Why couldn't she get it? "You've got another year of college to go, sweetheart. You have a future. You have parents that love you. What do I have? I have a chequing account with ninety-three dollars in it, and this old fucking truck."

YN's face fell. "That doesn't change anything. I've heard Texas is beautiful this time of year. We can go long distance until I'm finished school, and then I can meet you in Fort Worth. Jake, we can make this work."

"No we can't. Haven't you been listening? You've got it good here. Don't throw it away on me, you're just going to get hurt in the end."

Anything could happen to him while he was in the air. Injuries, dismemberment, death.

Whatever happened to him, he couldn't put her through that.

Red-faced and with his head in his hands, Jake got up from the back of the truck and started pacing along the dry grass.

"Why are you so eager to give up on me, Jake? Do you want to know what I think?" She shouted, trying to get him to look at her. "I think you're scared. You're not as strong ad you think you are, and I think you're scared to be in love. I think this is the realest relationship you've ever been in, and you're trying to sabotage it because you don't think you deserve to be happy."

She was right. She was right and they both knew it.

A lot of people had let Jake Seresin down in the long run. Teachers, friends, the adults of Stacey's Point. His own father had wasted no time in telling Jake that he wouldn't be smart enough to get to college on his own, and that he'd need a football scholarship to get there. Low and behold, Jake hadn't been good enough at football either. He'd seen the military as his only chance.

"You deserve better than me, YN. You deserve someone stable, someone who can always be there for you."

He'd thought it through, he kept telling himself. Breaking her heart now would be better for both of them in the long run.

"You're being ridiculous. I want you, Jake." She pleaded, one hand over her stomach through the thin linen of her pinstriped dress. Her eyes stung with unshed tears, and she could feel the heavy pressure in the back of her throat.

"God knows why." He snorted back a laugh. "I'll only break your heart down the road. You're better off without me."

"Don't fucking say that!" Her voice cracked. "Why can't you see that I love you?"

"I love you too, YN, but I'll never forgive myself if something happens to me while I'm out there, and you get left alone to pick up the pieces." Jake's voice was firm as he sank to his knees in the soggy grass, taking one of her hands in his. There was a wild desperation in his eyes, pleas in his voice. "So please, just let me let you go. It's better that way."

She shook her head, tears beginning to track down her cheeks. She couldn't do that, for more reasons than one "I can't, Jake."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm pregnant."

[alluringwaves]

why couldn’t you be ready too? luke castellan ೃ࿔*:

luke castellan x fem!reader

why couldn't you be ready, too? / i was ready, ready to be happy / ready for that long look that never ends / and, now, i don't know what to do

song: jonny (reprise) – faye webster

You never asked Luke to be perfect.

You knew what he carried—more than most. You saw the fury behind his jokes, the fracture behind his charm, the weight of a boy who’d been passed around like an afterthought, too clever to be pitied and too angry to be saved. You never looked away from that.

You looked through it.

You saw the boy who knew every shortcut through the forest and used them to smuggle fresh strawberries for the younger campers. The boy who trained until his hands bled, then wrapped them in silence. The boy who lit up when you laughed, but never quite believed he deserved to be the reason.

You loved him the way still water holds the sky—quietly, entirely, without needing to be seen.

And you waited. Gods, you waited. Through the half-explanations and long silences, the way he kissed you like a promise but never followed it with words. You filled the gaps with hope, wove his absences into something noble. Told yourself his distance was protection, not fear.

You were ready. To be chosen. To be seen. To share something real in a world that so rarely gave you anything solid to hold.

But Luke—Luke was always looking past you.

At Olympus. At betrayal. At the future he thought had been stolen from him before he ever got the chance to live it.

You kept hoping he’d stop. That just once, he’d stop running and look at you—really look at you. That he’d see someone not trying to fix him or change him or worship him, just someone who loved him anyway.

But he never did.

Not in the way you needed him to.

There’s a kind of grief no one prepares you for: the grief of loving someone who wasn’t ready to be loved. Who couldn’t hold what you offered without twisting it into another burden. Who saw your devotion and only felt the weight of another thing he might one day lose.

You remember the last time you saw him before everything changed.

He stood under the trees with his hands in his pockets, eyes on the horizon, like the sky had an answer he hadn’t found yet. You asked him—softly, stupidly—if he was coming back. And he looked at you like he wanted to lie. Like he almost did.

But instead, he just smiled that tired, crooked smile and said, “Don’t wait for me.”

You wanted to say I already have.

You wanted to scream, I was ready. Ready to be happy. Ready for you.

But you didn’t.

Because even then, you knew it wouldn’t matter. He wasn’t leaving you. Not really. He was leaving everything. You were just collateral.

Now, it’s quiet. He’s gone. The war’s over—or close enough. And you’re left with the strange ache of an almost-life. A love that hovered at the edge of becoming but never arrived.

You think about that white wall sometimes. The one in that quote neither of you can quite place. “A white wall may seem empty, but it’s ready to be filled. And, in its readiness, needs nothing. It stands complete.”

Maybe that’s you now.

Still. Waiting. Complete, not because you got what you wanted, but because you learned to want what you already have.

Yourself.

It doesn’t make the silence hurt less. But it makes it yours.

And somewhere, out there, Luke is still chasing something.

You just hope, one day, he stops long enough to wonder why he couldn’t be ready, too.