#and said he had a boyfriend and that boyfriend was Fit

[dreamwavesexploringreality]

PERFECT:

Requested: Chishiya x Reader who is insecure about stretch marks.

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"Kuina is asking for you," Chishiya said as he entered the room, closing the door behind him and remaining standing with his hands in his pockets.

"Ah, right. We were supposed to go to the pool, but I’m not feeling very well," the girl replied, lying on the bed and covering her eyes with her forearm.

Chishiya didn’t respond. The girl heard his footsteps approaching the bed and felt his presence towering over her. After a few moments of silence, the man finally spoke.

"What’s wrong?" His voice was dry and sharp, almost bored, but Y/N could discern a slight hint of concern in it. Her stomach twisted at the thought.

"Nothing, I just… I’m tired," she answered, turning over to give him her back, pulling the thin white silk sheet further up her body.

Chishiya stood there, watching her in silence. The semi-transparent sheet clung to her skin, accentuating the shape of her body. Her black bikini stood out underneath.

"She insisted a lot," he said. "I think she’s obsessed with you. She said she’d drag you out of the room if you’re not at the pool in five minutes."

The man watched as the woman squirmed, groaning in frustration.

"Fine. Leave." she replied, sitting up on the bed and pulling the sheet even closer around her body.

Chishiya raised an eyebrow skeptically.

"Leave?"

The woman only groaned in response, waving her hand to shoo him out of the room.

"Why?" he asked, confused, with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"I need to change," she said, finally turning to face her boyfriend.

He stared at her for a few seconds, doubt still etched on his face.

"And I have to leave for that?"

The girl let out an exasperated sigh.

"I don’t want you to see me."

Chishiya felt like he had lost track of the conversation—something extremely rare for him. And irritating. Very irritating.

"You don’t want me to see you?" he repeated, making sure he had heard correctly.

"Yes, I don’t want you to see."

She rolled over again, turning her back to him.

That was when an alarm went off in the white-haired man’s head.

"What is it that you don’t want me to see?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning toward her figure under the sheets.

Y/N responded with muffled sounds against the pillow.

"What?" he insisted.

Y/N sighed again and turned to face her boyfriend, her gaze fierce and visibly frustrated.

"I don’t want you to see my body."

Chishiya’s brain went blank for a few seconds.

"What?" he repeated once more. His cold, distant stare contrasted with the fire burning inside him, fueled by doubt, uncertainty, and confusion.

The girl huffed one last time before getting up from the bed, wrapping the thin fabric around herself. She locked herself in the bathroom with a soft click that echoed in Chishiya’s ears like the most irritating sound he had ever heard.

"Y/N." His voice came out neutral, emotionless.

"I won’t take long," she replied from behind the door.

And she didn’t. In less than three minutes, the girl emerged from the small space, now wearing a bikini with a towel draped over her arm.

"What was wrong with the other one?" the man asked after a few seconds of observing her intently.

"What?"

Chishiya nodded toward the black swimsuit lying on the bathroom floor.

"Oh. I didn’t like it," she replied.

Like pieces of a puzzle, Chishiya added this new information to his mind. It still didn’t fit.

A knock on the door interrupted the moment.

"Y/N! I swear I’ll drag you out if you don’t come out right now!"

"Kuina," the man thought.

He watched as Y/N walked to the door, opening it and greeting Kuina with a brief hug, her back now turned to him. Chishiya took the opportunity to admire his girlfriend’s new bikini a little longer. It was undeniably different from the previous one. The fabric hugged her hips, covering more skin than the last, but what really struck him was the style. It wasn’t a piece of clothing that suited Y/N’s style.

He watched as the two women walked away, leaving him behind. Under any other circumstances, he would have stayed in the room, away from all the noise and chaos of the pool. But that day, something was off. He didn’t know what, but he was going to find out. He followed them, keeping a safe distance, giving them space.

When they reached the pool area, the noise was instant. Chishiya noticed Y/N subtly shrinking, growing smaller before his eyes. He even caught the way she crossed her arms slightly over her stomach. The puzzle pieces were starting to come together.

From a distance, he kept his eyes on the two women as they settled on a surprisingly empty lounge chair. He watched Kuina lay out her towel and lie down, motioning for Y/N to join her. He saw Y/N shake her head softly, instead perching on the edge of the recliner, crossing her legs and carefully draping her towel over her lap, letting it fall conveniently over her hips.

He sighed.

He observed them for a few more minutes, deciphering the pattern. And when the answer finally lit up in his mind, he decided to act.

Chishiya had never been good with words—he said what needed to be said, with no sugarcoating. So he had to bite his tongue as he approached the two girls and saw Y/N grip her towel a little tighter.

"Come with me," he said, hands still in his pockets, casual as ever.

Kuina lifted her head, lowering her sunglasses with an exaggerated expression of surprise.

"Go, go, go, go!" she cheered, nudging Y/N encouragingly.

Kuina was the only person on The Beach—hell, in all of Borderlands—who knew about their relationship. And she loved to exaggerate moments like these. Chishiya mentally thanked her countless times a day for bringing a little enthusiasm into their dynamic—something he didn’t know how to do. He’d be embarrassed to admit that more than half of the so-called romantic ideas he executed came from Kuina’s vivid imagination.

Y/N sighed and stood up, tying the towel tightly around her hips. She followed him as he led her toward the hotel’s interior.

"What is it? I was having a great time," she confronted him when Chishiya finally stopped in a dimly lit corner of the empty main hall.

"Were you?" he challenged, crossing his arms over his chest. His gaze was dark. Predatory. Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine.

"What are you talking about?"

Chishiya locked eyes with her for a moment before nodding pointedly at the towel around her waist.

Involuntarily, Y/N crossed her arms over her stomach.

Chishiya let out a mocking chuckle—one he immediately regretted when she lowered her gaze to the floor. Yes, he was upset—very upset. But not with her. Well, maybe a little. But he had to play his cards right, or this could spiral out of control.

"You were uncomfortable," he said, this time in a softer tone, one that made her look up again. "Insecure, I’d say."

He saw her swallow hard before lowering her head once more. With a sigh, he pushed off the wall and placed a finger under her chin, gently lifting her face.

"Tell my girlfriend…" he began, using his other hand to undo the knot in her towel. "That she’s perfect…" He let the towel fall to her feet. "And that she better not dare think otherwise."

He placed his hands on her hips, pulling her closer.

Y/N instinctively grabbed his wrists, trying to pull them away so he wouldn’t feel the roughness of her skin—evidence of the stretch marks on her body. It was futile. He simply started tracing slow, soothing circles over her skin.

Noticing her relax slightly, Chishiya smirked, tightening his grip around her waist and pulling her impossibly closer. She hesitated before sliding her arms around his neck.

"You’re perfect," he whispered, lips barely brushing hers.

He watched in amusement as her cheeks turned bright red, her gaze darting away. He gently shook her, forcing her to meet his eyes once more.

"Don’t ever forget it," he murmured—low, almost threatening—before sealing his words with a deep kiss where doubt, uncertainty, and insecurity faded into the background, overpowered by the taste of unconditional love and adoration.

© 2025 [@dreamwavesexploringreality]

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I had so much fun writing this! Thank you so much for reading, any feedback is always appreciated🌟.

[bettys-redwinesupernova]

BIGGER THAN THE WHOLE SKY

drew starkey x fem!reader

SUMMARY: while filming an emotional scene, y/n receives devastating news about her mum, leading to a heartbreaking breakdown on set as her boyfriend drew and their co-stars comfort her.

based on this ask !! thank you @xoxosblogsblog for another amazing request, a very emotional one to write as i’ve lost a parent, but it was therapeutic to write <3

(check out my other drew starkey & rafe cameron works here !!)

WARNINGS: death of a parent, crying, panic attack, descriptions of dissociating, grief, the cast being adorable :’), very angsty but a comforting ending !! (lmk if i missed anything !!)

WORD COUNT: 2k

THIRD PERSON +

Y/N sat in her trailer, staring blankly at her reflection in the mirror.

The makeup artists had just left, the remnants of their work leaving her looking polished, camera-ready. Her character was meant to be grieving in today’s scene, but they had only given her a touch of concealer, a dusting of powder to dull the shine of the lights, and a hint of smudged mascara to make it look like she had been crying.

She was supposed to pretend to be devastated.

The irony was almost cruel.

Her phone vibrated against the counter. She glanced down at the screen, expecting to see a message from Drew, maybe a reminder from the assistant director to head to set soon. Instead, her father’s name flashed across the screen.

Her stomach twisted.

It wasn’t like him to call during the day. He knew she was working, knew she was filming one of the biggest scenes of the season. A sudden chill crept up her spine, a visceral knowing before she even answered.

With slightly trembling fingers, she swiped to accept the call.

“Dad?” she answered, her voice steady despite the unease gnawing at her.

There was silence for a beat too long.

Her father was a strong man, always composed, always measured in his words. But when he finally spoke, his voice was hollow, stripped of all its usual warmth.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured, and in just that one word, she felt her world tilt on its axis.

She sat up straighter. “What’s wrong?”

Another pause. Then a sharp inhale, like he was bracing himself.

“It’s your mum,” he said, and the way his voice wavered sent ice coursing through her veins.

Y/N’s fingers tightened around the phone. “What about her?”

His breath hitched, and then—

“She’s gone, love.”

The words didn’t compute. They didn’t make sense, didn’t fit into any conceivable reality she had prepared herself for.

“What?” Her voice cracked, barely above a whisper.

“She passed away this morning.”

Her father’s voice was thick, like he was struggling to hold himself together. But she barely heard him now. The words looped in her mind, repeating over and over, yet still, she couldn’t understand them.

She’s gone. She’s gone. She’s gone.

That wasn’t possible. She had just spoken to her mum a few days ago. She had promised to visit after the season wrapped. She had plans with her, had texts left unanswered, had so many things left unsaid.

A strange ringing noise filled her ears, drowning out whatever else her father was saying. She felt the weight of her own body disappear, like she was floating outside of herself, detached and weightless.

Her vision blurred.

The room around her suddenly felt too small, too quiet. The air too thick.

“… I know you’re at work,” her father was saying, his voice distant, “and I don’t want to take you away from that. There’s nothing you can do right now, sweetheart. I’ll handle everything here. Just—just get through today, yeah? Then we’ll figure everything out.”

Get through today.

That was the only option, wasn’t it?

She would have to book flights, pack a bag, make arrangements—but none of that could happen now. If she left set immediately, what would she do? Sit in a hotel near the airport, trapped with nothing but her grief?

At least here, she had something to do.

At least here, she could pretend for a little longer.

She swallowed, her throat raw. “Okay.”

Her father hesitated. “Y/N—”

“I have to go,” she interrupted, her voice eerily calm.

“Sweetheart, wait—”

But she ended the call.

The phone slipped from her fingers, landing on the counter with a dull clack.

The silence that followed was unbearable.

She stared at the mirror, at the girl looking back at her—the girl who, ten minutes ago, had been fine. Normal. Whole.

Now, she felt like a cracked porcelain doll, barely held together, each fissure running deeper and deeper beneath the surface.

Her face remained passive, her lips slightly parted, her expression unreadable. But her eyes—her eyes gave her away.

She wasn’t there anymore.

She was somewhere else, floating through the spaces between reality and nothingness.

Her body felt heavy, yet she was untethered.

Her fingers curled against her lap, gripping onto the fabric of her costume as if that alone could keep her from slipping away entirely.

It wasn’t real.

It couldn’t be real.

Because if it was—

A soft knock at the door made her flinch.

“Five minutes to set!” called a PA from outside.

She blinked.

Five minutes.

A deep inhale. A slow exhale.

She forced herself to move, to pick up her phone, to smooth down her clothes. She had a job to do.

She pushed everything else aside, packed it into a box, sealed it tight.

She would grieve later.

For now, she would pretend.

She opened the door and stepped onto set, not realising that in just a few short minutes, the cracks in her facade would shatter completely.

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The set of Outer Banks was alive with the usual buzz of controlled chaos—crew members adjusting lights, directors conferring in hushed tones, the distant hum of the ocean blending into the background. It was supposed to be just another day of filming, another scene to capture before moving on to the next.

It was a heavy one.

Her character had just lost her father. The Pogues were there, trying to comfort her, trying to remind her she wasn’t alone. Even Rafe—played by Drew—stood nearby, a complicated mix of emotions brewing in his expression. The cameras were rolling, capturing everything.

Y/N tried to focus, tried to remember her lines, but something inside her cracked wide open.

She felt the grief swell like a rising tide, swallowing her whole. It was too big, too raw, too real.

When she started crying, no one questioned it. She was an incredible actress—everyone knew that. The scene demanded tears, demanded heartbreak. But as her sobs grew heavier, more uncontrollable, the air on set shifted.

Rudy shot a glance towards Chase, brows furrowed. Madelyn, kneeling beside Y/N in the scene, squeezed her hand, her own eyes glassy with concern. Drew, standing just out of frame, felt his pulse quicken.

Something wasn’t right.

The way Y/N clutched at her chest, the way her breathing hitched, sharp and ragged—it wasn’t just acting anymore.

Still, the cameras kept rolling.

Adrenaline surged through Drew’s veins. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his instincts screaming at him to cut through the scene, to pull her out of whatever was happening. But he hesitated. Y/N was a professional. If this was her choice, if she was using real emotions to fuel the performance, he had to respect that.

Then she collapsed to her knees.

The sob that tore from her throat wasn’t scripted. It wasn’t crafted for the scene. It was pain—real, unfiltered pain.

That was when the director finally called, “Cut!”

But Y/N didn’t stop.

She was still sobbing, her body trembling, her breath coming in shallow, panicked gasps. The cast and crew hesitated, frozen in the moment, unsure whether they should intervene.

Drew didn’t hesitate.

He was by her side in an instant, dropping to his knees, hands grasping her shoulders. “Hey, hey—Y/N, breathe. You’re okay.”

She wasn’t okay.

Her body was shaking so violently that she could barely hold herself upright. Tears streamed down her face, her expression twisted in anguish.

“Y/N,” Madelyn whispered, stroking her back. “What’s going on?”

“Someone get her water,” Chase called, already stepping forward.

Drew cupped her face, forcing her to look at him. “Love, talk to me.”

But she couldn’t.

The world around her blurred at the edges, the voices of her friends distant, muffled. She felt like she was floating—adrift in a sea of grief, unable to grasp onto anything solid.

“Come on, baby,” Drew pleaded, his own voice shaking now. “You’re scaring me.”

Y/N gasped for air, her chest constricting so tightly it hurt. She couldn’t think, couldn’t speak.

Madelyn was rubbing soothing circles into her back, whispering soft reassurances, while Rudy and Jonathan exchanged worried glances. The crew had fallen into an uneasy silence, watching the scene unfold.

Finally, through the sobs, through the suffocating grief, Y/N forced out the words that shattered the air around them.

“My mum… she’s gone.”

Drew’s heart stopped.

The words didn’t register at first. He blinked at her, his grip tightening instinctively.

“What?” he breathed.

Y/N choked on another sob, pressing her hands to her face as if she could somehow block it all out.

“My dad called me before we filmed,” she whimpered. “She—she died. I—I didn’t know what to do—I thought I could just—” She gasped, shaking her head frantically. “I thought I could just get through the day, but—”

Drew didn’t let her finish.

He pulled her into his arms, holding her so tightly it felt like he was trying to fuse them together. She collapsed into him, gripping the fabric of his shirt with desperate hands.

The rest of the cast looked on, their own eyes brimming with emotion. Madelyn covered her mouth with her hands, tears slipping down her cheeks.

“Jesus, Y/N…” Chase muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I—” Her voice broke again. “I couldn’t.”

“You don’t have to do this alone,” Drew murmured against her hair. His own eyes were wet now, his throat thick with emotion. “We’re here. I’m here.”

She let out a broken whimper, gripping him tighter.

Madelyn sat beside them, wrapping her arms around Y/N from behind. Rudy joined a moment later, then Jonathan, then Chase. A pile of bodies, all holding onto her, surrounding her with warmth, with love.

The weight of Y/N’s revelation hung heavy in the air, casting a sombre pall over the once-bustling set. The cast remained huddled around her, their collective warmth a fragile barrier against the encroaching chill of grief.

Drew held her as if anchoring her to the present, his fingers gently threading through her hair. “We’re here, love,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re not alone.”

Madelyn, her own tears silently falling, whispered soothing words, her hand never leaving Y/N’s back. “It’s okay to let it out. We’re with you.”

Chase knelt beside them, his usual playful demeanour replaced with earnest concern. “Whatever you need, Y/N. We’re family.”

Rudy and Jonathan exchanged glances, their eyes reflecting a shared resolve. “We’ll get through this together,” Jonathan said softly, his voice steady.

As Y/N’s sobs gradually subsided into quiet tremors, the director approached, his expression a mix of compassion and uncertainty. “Is there anything we can do?” he asked gently.

Drew looked up, his eyes red-rimmed but determined. “I think she needs some time. We… we need to get her home.”

The director nodded, understanding the unspoken request. “Of course. We’ll arrange for flights immediately. The production will cover all expenses.”

Y/N lifted her head, her eyes swollen and glassy. “I don’t want to be a burden,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

“You’re not,” Madelyn insisted, squeezing her hand. “You’re family.”

The crew moved with quiet efficiency, making the necessary arrangements. Within the hour, flights were booked for Y/N and Drew to return to her hometown. The cast remained by her side, offering silent support as she navigated the haze of shock and sorrow.

As they prepared to leave, Y/N turned to her friends, her voice trembling. “Thank you… all of you.”

Chase stepped forward, enveloping her in a gentle embrace. “We’ll be here when you’re ready to come back.”

Rudy nodded, his eyes earnest. “Take all the time you need.”

Jonathan offered a reassuring smile. “We’ll keep things running smoothly here.”

Madelyn hugged her tightly, her voice breaking. “We love you.”

Drew took Y/N’s hand, their fingers intertwining. “Let’s go home,” he said softly.

As they departed, the set remained in a hushed stillness, a testament to the profound impact of shared grief and the strength of chosen family.

The grief wouldn’t disappear. The pain wouldn’t lessen. But in that moment, she wasn’t alone.

And for now, that was enough.

(divider by @kodaswrld !!)

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this was a every emotional one, but i hope you all enjoy it !! my requests are still open until i go away on wednesday so please send some in :)

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[bcmbiquinn]

Boyfriend!Eddie Munson Headcanons

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧ He’d always make mixtapes/playlists for you for any occasion, “songs that remind me of us” “we should make out to this rhythm” type of thing.

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧ He’d drag you to every underground metal concert he can find but he would also go to any concert you want.

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧ Following the above, he would do anything to get you tickets for your favourite artist, like anything! Camping the night before to be early in line -modern Eddie would have a laptop, 3 phones and a tablet to get you tickets-

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧ Late night drives with your boy, yup! Blasting music, windows down and taking random turns until you end up in a secluded spot and make out for hours. (Maybe more)

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧ Eddie is definitely a total romantic, he would write you cheesy love notes on scraps of paper, make poems for you, showing up late at night outside your window with a flower he stole from your neighbour yard.

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧ He would try on making breakfast for you, but it’s mostly just burnt toast and half cooked scrambled eggs, he tried tho!

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧ Touchy touchy, this man can’t take his hands off of you, pinching your cheeks, hand on your lower back, on your knees, caressing your arm, kisses on your forehead and neck and so on.

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧ Eddie definitely needs a lot of reassurance, deep inside he always feels like people would eventually leave him, he desperately wants you to reassure him but struggles to ask for it, but once you do it and tell him there’s no one else you’d rather be, he melts instantly!

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧ He’s really into matching tattoos and would love to get one with you but if you’re hesitant about, he’d just draw one on you with a sharpie.

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧ ridiculously overprotective, you stub your toe, he’s like “Who did this to you?” Then proceeds to flip of the chair or hit the couch with his foot and ends up hurting himself too!

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧He’s sooo dramatic when he gets a cold, acts like he’s dying, all tucked acting like he’s on his deathbed holding your hand dramatically “my love…i don’t think I’d make it this time”

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧ He can’t lie and definitely can’t keep secrets from you, if he has planned a surprise for you, he’s going to mess up immediately “Okay but when we get to the… I mean the totally normal thing we're doing! Forget what i said that!”

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧ He would stole your snacks and leftovers, his logic? “What’s yours is mine, love. That’s how love works”

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧ He takes fake offence to everything, if you say you don’t like a band he loves he would act as if you just stabbed him.

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧ He’s genuinely protective of you, if someone upset you he goes full beast mode, “do I need to kick someone’s ass?” He doesn’t play about you or your safety.

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧ if he’s ever mad at you, he would never be mean, he may cross his arms and grumble but the moment you give him puppy eyes he melts “you’re so lucky I love you, you little gremlin”

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧ Our boy is a crybaby but he never had someone to rely on until he found you, he would try to hold his tears but the moment you hug him and whisper “I got you, Eds” it’s over, he buries his face on your shoulder shaking as he sobs.

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧ He loves making gifts for you, he thinks it’s way more romantic, he would spent hours making the perfect necklace, ring for you, love letters, a scrapbook with all the memories you’ve made together, concert tickets, Polaroids.

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧He totally loves your quirks, if you’re into collecting rocks, you better believe he would get you the prettiest rocks!

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧He would give you one of his rings and if it doesn’t fit on your finger because it’s too big he would turn it into a necklace.

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧he would give the most out of place birthday cards “congratulations on your promotion” “yaaaaaaaaay”

‧˚ʚɞ˚‧He gives you his stuff to you for no reason, his jacket? Take it, his favourite band pin? Take it. If you ever mention liking something he has, straight right into your hands “No, really take it, I don’t even need it” he probably does need it.

We’re close to valetine’s day baddies!

Divider: @adornedwithlight

[hannamoon143]

"I could just use a hug"

with Hyunjin °‧ ♡ Wc: 675 °‧♡

You curled up with your comforter,wanting to never get out of bed again. To say you were tired would be an understandment. This last week had been so draining, and seasonal depression was just adding to it. The sky was cloudy all the time, the wind was throwing your hair into your face, and making your throat feel dry. You knew it could be worse, but that didn’t make your feelings unvalid, did it? You sighed, closing your eyes, hoping to fall asleep. Sleep was the only thing that was feeling somewhat good right now.

Or...

You heard the front door of your apartment open. A little spark lit up inside you. That meant he was home. That meant, no matter how shitty you felt right now, your beautiful boyfriend would soon come in and make it better. He always did, with just his presence, his hugs, his reassurancing words, and everything he did.

You heard him shuffling around a bit, probably unpacking his things from practice. And then, slowly his footsteps came nearer, until the bedroom door creaked open, and a hyunjin with messy hair and slight dark circles under his eyes appeared. The fairylights hanging above your shared bed were illuminating the dark room into a comforting, warm glow, making his features seem soft. Your eyes peaked out from your blanket nest, looking at hyunjin, and god he wanted to squish your cheeks and smooch you, you just looked so adorable right now. But besides that he could see exhaustion in your eyes too. He stepped to the side of the bed, crouching down so your face was on the same height as his. He gently reached out, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face. „Hey my muse. you okay?“ He softly smiled at you, and you already felt like that smile could heal you in all your sickness. „I could just use a hug.“ You muttered, your voice a bit hoarse from the biting cold outside, and you blinked at him.

His lips turned into a small, gentle smile and he carressed your cheek lightly. „I’m here now.“ He simply murmured, and then laid down on the bed next to you. You wrapped him into the comforter too, and snuggled into his chest immediately. He felt warm, his shirt smelling like his cologne, and the recording studio.

He was tired too. He had been busy the whole day, without the slightest bit time to even text you.

This was exactly what the both of you needed right now. You closed your eyes, the only sound in the room your soft breathing. Hyunjin wrapped his arms around you, placing a featherlight kiss on the top of your head. „Go to sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up, hm?“

You nodded, mumbling a already drowsy„You too, pretty boy. I know your tired too.“

Your words made him feel fuzzy inside. You always said the right things, and you were even cuter when you were sleepy. He traced round shapes on your back, burrying his face in the crook of your neck, closing his eyes too. He inhaled your scent, a mix of vanilla and cotton, and then started quietly humming a tune. He always did that on nights like this. When you’d fall asleep in his embrace, the soft melodies he was humming the last thing you could hear. This time it was ‚sweater weather‘. He knew you loved it, and oh how much it fit this rainy night.

And maybe, things weren’t that tough. Like this, with the rain softly pattering against your window, hyunjin’s angelic voice in your ears, and you, being fully embraced by him, things would be okay. They would. No words were needed between the two of you, as if you could just read each other’s eyes. You felt safe with him, and so did he with you. And nothing was ever going to change that. Not even those draining days, or when seasonal depressing took it’s toll on you. Everything would be okay somehow.

Back to prompt masterlist ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[scoupsakakitty]

Snowflakes | idol!Jeonghan x Reader | fluff

It all started as a spontaneous trip. Y/N had been a little surprised when Jiwoo, her best friend, invited her along for a ski weekend, but what really caught her off guard was the twist: Jiwoo’s boyfriend, Seungcheol, had insisted that Jeonghan come along too.

“Jeonghan?” Y/N raised an eyebrow when Jiwoo mentioned the name. “Why him?”

“Well,” Jiwoo said with a teasing grin, “you know how the fans can be. Seungcheol thought it would look less suspicious if Jeonghan came along. Plus, we need to balance it out, so I figured I’d ask you to join!”

Y/N laughed softly, appreciating Jiwoo’s thoughtfulness. “Sounds like a setup for a reality show or something.”

Despite the oddity of it all, Y/N agreed. And soon enough, they were all packed and on their way to a cozy cabin in the mountains, surrounded by the winter wonderland of snow-covered trees and icy peaks.

The first day of skiing was pure chaos everyone falling, laughing, and trying to get their bearings on the slopes. By the evening, they were all back at the cabin, warming up by the fire. A big pot of hot chocolate was waiting, and the group decided to pass the time with a friendly game of Uno.

“I’m warning you guys now,” Jeonghan said, winking, “I’m a professional Uno player. Don’t try anything funny, or I’ll catch you.”

Y/N smirked from across the table. “You’re the one who should be careful, Jeonghan. I know all the tricks.”

“Ah, is that so?” Jeonghan raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “We’ll see about that.”————————————————————————————-The atmosphere was light, everyone was deeply involved in the game, and the laughs kept coming. But Y/N, ever the observant one, started to notice something off about Jeonghan.

She watched as he casually slipped cards between his legs, thinking no one would notice. But Y/N wasn’t that easy to fool.

“Stop! You’re sitting on your cards! Stand up!” she suddenly shouted, her eyes locking onto Jeonghan’s suspicious behavior as she snatched the remaining cards from the table.

He blinked in confusion. “What? Me?” he asked, acting innocent, but it was too late. Y/N had caught him red-handed.

“Stand up, Jeonghan!” she repeated, a mischievous grin spreading across her face, and everyone stared at him in anticipation.

He slowly got up, and as he did, two cards fell out of his ass. With a loud plop, they hit the floor, and the room erupted in laughter.

“Oh my god, really?” Jiwoo cried out, clutching her stomach as the group burst into uncontrollable fits of laughter.

Jeonghan stood there, utterly stunned, while Y/N was bent over, practically in tears from laughing so hard. “Seriously? You thought I wouldn’t notice?” Y/N gasped between giggles.

“I… I don’t know what happened!” Jeonghan stammered, his face turning bright red as the group continued to laugh at his expense.

It was a moment they would never forget, and as they calmed down, everyone couldn’t help but tease him for the rest of the night.————————————————————————————-After their game, the group settled in for the night. But there was a problem: the cabin only had two rooms, and since Y/N and Jeonghan were the last ones to claim the second room, they were forced to share it.

“We’ll just sleep on opposite sides of the bed,” Y/N said with a shrug. The bed was large enough for the both of them to keep some space.

However, the problem was the cold. The old cabin didn’t have central heating, and the night air was bitterly cold. Y/N pulled the blanket closer around herself but still found herself shivering under the weight of the chill.

Jeonghan lay still in the darkness, hearing the soft clattering of Y/N’s teeth. He hesitated for a moment, unsure if he should say something. After all, they weren’t close like that… yet.

“You cold?” Jeonghan finally asked, breaking the silence.

Y/N let out a soft, embarrassed sigh. “Yeah, a little. It’s freezing in here…”

Jeonghan turned his head slightly, his voice soft. “Well… I guess there’s no harm in sharing some warmth. Come here.”

Y/N blinked at him in surprise, but without much thought, she scooted closer to him. The warmth from his body was a welcome relief, and she felt her shivering slow.

“Thanks,” she murmured.

Jeonghan, noticing the awkwardness in the air, decided to break the tension by talking. “I’m not great at keeping people warm, but I can at least tell some stories to distract you.”

Y/N chuckled. “I’ll take stories over nothing.”

Jeonghan smirked, his voice turning light-hearted. “Okay, well, I have plenty of stories from the tour. Like the time DK tried to cook for everyone and nearly set the kitchen on fire…”

Y/N laughed, imagining the chaos. “I can totally picture that.”

And so, the conversation flowed, from funny tour mishaps to embarrassing moments. But eventually, Jeonghan couldn’t help but ask, “So… how did you know I was cheating at Uno?”

Y/N grinned. “Let’s just say, I’ve used the same trick before. You weren’t as slick as you thought.”

Jeonghan snorted in disbelief. “So, you’re a cheater too, huh?”

Y/N shrugged playfully. “Only when necessary. You should’ve seen me beat Jiwoo at Monopoly once.”

“That’s my girl,” Jeonghan said, laughing softly. The atmosphere had shifted, and it no longer felt awkward. They were just two friends in the middle of a snowy mountain, sharing warmth and laughter.

Suddenly, without thinking, Jeonghan blurted out, “You have a really cute laugh.”

Y/N froze for a second, her heart doing an unexpected little flip. “Um, thanks,” she said, her voice a little quieter. She turned her face away, not sure if it was the heat from being close to him or the compliment that was making her blush.

There was a long, comfortable silence after that, and soon they both fell asleep, the crackling of the fire the only sound in the room.————————————————————————————-The next morning, they all piled into the car to head back, exhausted from the late-night talks and the skiing. Y/N, still tired, leaned against Jeonghan’s shoulder as the car bumped along the mountain roads. Within minutes, she was asleep.

Jeonghan, too, had his eyes drifting shut. Slowly, he leaned his head onto hers, too tired to care that it might seem strange.

Seungcheol, who was driving, glanced at the rearview mirror and caught sight of the two of them. A small smile tugged at his lips as he nudged Jiwoo, who was sitting beside him.

“Looks like our friends are getting pretty cozy,” he whispered, his voice amused.

Jiwoo peered at the backseat and smirked. “They definitely are. Maybe we’ll go on double dates soon?”

Seungcheol chuckled, nodding. “That’d be nice. But for now, let’s just let them have their moment.”

Jiwoo secretly took a picture of the sleeping pair, capturing the peaceful scene. It was a quiet, content moment one that neither Y/N nor Jeonghan had expected but would both remember forever.

As the car drove through the snowy mountains, the two friends slept soundly, completely unaware of the subtle change between them. Perhaps it was just the beginning of something more.

————————————————————————————-

[nottivagos]

notti's nightly thoughts (18+)

“pinky. we need to leave, come on.” rockstar!danny's voice is agitated as he wraps a firm hand around your wrist, yanking you away from the dance floor.

he knew it wasn't your fault for getting drunk. he knew it wasn't your fault that the paparazzi were just looking for a moment to shoot a picture of you at your worst. danny remembered those days of his prime, they were never good. he'd become deaf to your drunken whines as he basically tugged you out of the hot, humid club into the stark cold street. it didn't help that he wasn't even dating you, but here he was, babying the little princess of a popstar after you got yourself into a tipsy state.

your lousy boyfriend was nowhere to be seen after the main awards event, and unfortunately for danny, it seemed that he'd been put on babysitting duty as a substitute for him. danny disliked your partner, maybe that's why he was so rude to you, hoping that the harsh comments would make you notice him more than whatever trash your actual lousy boyfriend would spew out of his mouth. ‘pinky’ was a common insult of danny's. his most common yet most creative one. it only happened to originate because danny was used to black leather and skinny jeans and for you… well, it was skimpy pink outfits and glittery stiletto boots, hence why the name ‘pinky’ was curated.

danny, however, was high on his own adrenaline. initially from wanting to save your ass from the paparazzi and their hellish articles, but also because of his own buzz he was feeling from the alcohol he'd consumed. you could've said that his desire was one of a horny teenager’s when they finally get a little ‘alone time’ with their first ever girlfriend or boyfriend, as he basically nearly dislocated your arm when he yanked you into his cadillac which was parked on the now quiet car park, only illuminated by the low glowing orange of the street lamps.

“what you were doing there could've been suicide for you.” he hissed angrily, lips dangerously close to your own as he had you pinned down in the backseat. “what would that ass of a boyfriend of your's do if he saw you right now, huh?”

despite how wrong it was, danny was intoxicating. everything about this whole ‘ordeal’ was wrong. it didn't help that you'd been drinking so much at the afterparty due to a rumour that your actual boyfriend had been cheating on you with various different women throughout your career and overall relationship with him. you couldn't even comprehend a thought due to the distance between you and the rockstar. everything about it was wrong but ever so right. danny's eyes were angry, but underneath they had that primal hunger to them, an annoyance that only a little hookup would solve. it didn't help that your already revealing dress was riding up your thighs, revealing your lacy panties underneath whilst your wide puppy eyes looked up at danny's like you were in a trance.

“you're going to kill me, pinky.” he gritted, pressing his lips hard onto your mouth, tongue fighting for dominance until both of your lips were swollen and raw. the rest was mechanical, he ripped the designer dress off of you, followed by the revealing lingerie underneath, whilst your bare back rested against the seats in his car. your smooth arms came to wrap around his neck as his own shirt was discarded onto the floor of his cadillac with the same intensity and hunger as your own.

intense thrusts into your weeping pussy followed as loud moans rang around the car. you knew it was wrong. the paparazzi would act worse if they found out the golden girl popstar was having a messy affair with the dirty, outcasted rockstar in the back of his cadillac, but who was one to care right now? you were too high on the adrenaline as your hips rolled hungrily in rhythm with danny's pounds, your cunt fitting his cock so perfectly whilst you dripped onto his car seats.

you couldn't remember the last time you'd been fucked with such intensity and overflowing passion, but in that drunken moment something in you changed. maybe you were in love with the rockstar who practically bullied you. it would make sense as danny savoured the feeling of you wrapped around his hardness, the way you'd respond as he switched places slightly in the car, or the way your cheeks had flushed a crimson red at the burning lust and relieved desire of the act.

and in that moment, you both couldn't give a fuck about the paparazzi that could've been taking a blurred photo of you passionately making love that had been waiting too long to happen <3.

like rockstar!danny? fancy sending me an ask in my ask box so you can be added to my notebook/nightly thoughts! - notti <3

[cosyvelvetorchid]

Bucktommy @bucktommyfluffebruary day 1: non-sexual intimacy.

This was actually an old prompt from last year but it fit the theme really well.

*****

Tommy had barely said a word since he walked through the door. He’d had a rough shift. The type of shift all firefighters dreaded—losing a kid.

It was a sad part of the job, and he would be okay in the end, but it usually took a day or two to come to terms with the events surrounding that type of loss.

One of the upsides to dating a fellow firefighter was that they understood how it felt and what you needed. On top of that Buck knew Tommy inside and out. A flicker of a look or the tiniest shift in body language and Buck would know that something was up. That thought used to terrify Tommy in the early days of them dating, back when he was still trying to keep up the confident disposition.

But he’d fallen hard for Evan Buckley and slowly he let himself be seen. Now, not needing to use words for Buck to know what he needed brought him comfort.

“Come with me.” Buck said softly and gently lead him upstairs to their bathroom. He turned on the shower and looked back at Tommy standing motionless and expressionless. His heart hurt seeing his boyfriend in a state of emotional fragility.

He unzipped Tommy’s jacket, pulling it off his shoulders and dropping it to the ground. “Arms up, sweetheart.” He whispered and Tommy did so without protest, allowing Buck to lift and remove his T-shirt.

Next he bent down and untied and removed his shoes and socks, then unbuckled his belt and removed his pants and underwear. He quickly removed his own clothes and stepped into the shower first, reaching out his hand for Tommy to take to join him.

He stepped aside guiding Tommy in position directly under the shower head. Tommy stood, eyes closed, letting the water cascade over him, hoping it would wash away the trauma of the day. Reaching for a loofah and soaping it up, Buck gently caressed Tommy’s body.

He was delicate as he made his way around the scars that dotted Tommy’s body. Tommy hated them—they were nothing but a reminder to him of suffering; being pierced, punctured, broken or bruised. They reminded him of pain, of the sometimes rehab that he’d have to work through to get back to work, and worst of all the time away from his work—which was as much a part of him as his heartbeat.

It was well over a year into their relationship that he admitted to Buck that he was insecure about them. Though he wasn’t particularly vain, he did have a healthy amount of confidence in his looks. And especially in his body—he’d work out for hours every week both to look good and to feel strong.

Buck worshipped Tommy’s body. Both what it looked like and what it could do. He loved Tommy’s heft—especially on top of him—and the feeling of his muscles under his fingertips. He loved his body hair and the raised edges of scar tissue.

For Buck those scars were a reminder that Tommy was a hero. Tommy ran into dangerous situations to save lives—even if Buck did admonish him for doing so on occasion! He was infinitely proud of his Tommy’s bravery and how he would put his life on the line to help others. Those scars were reminders that hundreds of people were still alive because of him.

More importantly they were a reminder that Tommy was still alive. That he’d been through injury and pain and suffering and sometimes hell but came through the other side and back to Buck.

Once he was done washing Tommy down, he washed his hair then quickly washed himself and stepped out first, wrapping a towel around himself then one around Tommy.

He guided Tommy into their bedroom and helped him into sweats and T-shirt and Bucks own hoodie he’d worn that day. It was a little tighter on him but he knew Tommy took comfort in wearing Bucks clothes sometimes, especially when they smelled like him.

To everyone else Tommy was strong and confident. He’d die before anybody saw him break down or being anything other than a stoic and brave. Buck was the only person—with the privilege as far as Buck was concerned—to see Tommy with his walls and defences down. To see him soft or scared or just broken down from a rough shift.

“You need to eat, baby.” Buck said quietly and Tommy silently nodded his head. Buck lifted his hand and gently kissed his knuckles before leading him downstairs to the kitchen

[npookie0]

A Day To Celebrate.

Ronin x reader scenario, reader's birthday with their partner, fluff, cutsy, maybe some swears and spoilers for the route.

Wish me a happy birthday in the comments, wouldja darlin'? On Feb 3rd your fav lil writer blessed this earthly vale with their presence.

Ronin Beaufort - The Devil.

"Ronin, it's three in the morning. Why the fuck are calling me now?!" You murmured to your phone, or rather to the person on the other side of a call that woke you up.

Ronin, your boyfriend and the most annoying bastard known to mankind, called you out of nowhere and very rudely woke you up.

Seriously, can't you even sleep on your own birthday? Right. It's your birthday, one year closer to death, or however your edgy boyfriend would call it. You wanted to have a good night's sleep for once in the three hundred sixty five days the year offered you, but yet again, someone can't let you have this moment of peace.

"Awh, did I wake you up, writer darlin'? Tsktsk, well too bad. We're heading out, I'm at your door so chop chop." What. No way, no way he wasn't serious...

You jumped out of your bed, practically ran to your window and looked out of it. There he was. Bathed in shadows and darkness, his signature beanie with red horns on his head, phone to his ear while he was looking at your bedroom window. You could swear that he had that shit eating grin glued to his face even tho you couldn't see him clearly.

"What are you doing at my door at three in the morning?" You didn't know if you were more annoyed at him, or at the stupid butterflies in your stomach that were trying to tear your flesh apart from inside.

His chuckle filled your ears and you knew that you were already lost in his game. "It's a surprise love, don't worry, I'm sure you'll like it. Just get yourself all dolled up, but don't take too long. It would be a shame if I had to break down your door."

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The call has ended and you were left staring at him through your window. Fucking Beaufort! Always meddling in and knowing that you will always agree to everything. Maybe it's his rot influencing you, or maybe you're just so fucked up on your own, you didn't know - even though you chose to give yourself the benefit of the doubt and went with the former.

You left your house, greeted by a whistle and cup of coffee being placed in your hand. You looked at Ronin who was looking you up and down, satisfied with the view.

"Well, well, what an eye candy you are, truly a lil piece of art." He complimented you and kissed your forehead.

"Oh please, cut the compliments. Why are you waking me up at this ungodly hour." He snickered at your comments. Ungodly. A word perfectly fitting the antichrist. Sometimes you wondered how much of this devil-may-care attitude was really just his way of adapting to being made the devil in his childhood and how much of it was truly him.

"Oh, don't be like that darling." He gave you a pout and snickered when you punched his shoulder. "Feisty, just how I like you."

"Beaufort " You gave him a warning stare.

"Alright, alright, I'll tell ya." Ronin put his arms up in a defeated way. "I'm taking you out, 's your birthday and I, as the most devilishly amazing boyfriend you could ever ask for, have a little something for you." If it wasn't for his high ego and the late hour you would smile and call him sweet, but you can't give him that compliment when your body still desperately needs sleep.

"So, this plan of yours couldn't wait for the sun to be out?" You raised your eyebrow and sipped the coffee he gave you, at least something to keep you awake.

"Nah, it has to be now or the gift wouldn't be as exquisite as it is. And trust me, once you see it, you'll be thanking me for waking you up "

You rolled your eyes but with a small smile you took his outstretched hand. "Alright then Romeo, lead the way." You said jokingly.

"Awh sorry to disappoint you, love, but we're not dying at the end. You have to put the poison away for now, Juliet." What a romantic thing to say, especially when it's coming from a serial killer.

Finally after a long motorcycle drive the two of you arrived at a place you never seen before. Well, you couldn't exactly see anything now either, there were no street lights, just you two and the moon looming over the whole damn place, romantic and dangerous at the same time, just like your favourite serial killer.

"So you wanted to show me complete darkness? That's such a nice birthday surprise Ro, really." You said with a sarcastically sweet voice.

"And I thought you were the smartie, sweetheart." He pinched your cheek. "Obviously there's something more, come on." He took you by the hand and started walking, pulling you behind.

While you were walking you felt tall grass and flowers rubbing against your legs, you were obviously going through a narrow path because Ronin had to go in front of you. Your eyes were slowly adjusting to the surroundings, you could see an outline of flowers, they were white that's all you could tell so far.

Finally, after a short walk, you could see a weak light on the ground in the distance, something like an electric lantern. Your curiosity grew stronger with every second. What could Ronin possibly prepare for you? A dead body came to mind first, probably one with its heart cut out and some romantic meaning behind the "art piece". It's not like you wouldn't appreciate it, it's a gift... A very peculiar one at that.

"Are ya ready?" He asked, his voice a little shaky, like he's stressed by this gift he was about to give you. Somehow it made you more excited. If it caused Ronin to be so concerned, then it had to come from his heart even if he would play it off as being nonchalant later.

"Well you did wake me up at three in the morning and rode me here for an hour, so yeah, I'm ready Ronin." Your remark about the journey was light-hearted, you wanted to calm him down a little.

"Hah, you're damn right." With a more relaxed voice he took a few final steps and you could see the gift he has prepared.

"No dead bodies? What a shame, Butcher." You teased him and looked around.

In front of you there was a lantern, lighting up a small circle that you and him were standing in. You could get a better look at your surroundings now. You were standing in a meadow.... A meadow full of white lilies. It was mesmerising, the flowers bathed in the weak light.

"'s not the main part of the gift, but..." Ronin's hushed voice came from behind you, and his hand pushed your head up. "Look up, darlin'." You did as he told you to and...

Oh gods the view was just perfect. A sunrise in the horizon, weakly lighting up the world, making the white flowers pop even more. You were just mesmerised by this.

"Ronin this is..."

"Worth waking up so early?" He finished your sentence jokingly.

"I was about to say beautiful but sure, have it your way, idiot." You elbowed him and scoffed. "So what's the main gift?" You looked at him now, he was holding something behind his back.

His eyes were locked on yours, the dark void trapping you in itself like destruction.

"I've got something, it's... I made this." His voice was rushed when he handed you a box.

It was small, not bigger than a jewelry box. You were curious, especially since he said it was handmade. You slowly lifted the lid and the thing you saw inside made your heart stop for a second.

Inside was a thin chain with a pendant, the pendant was a small skull with a lily in one of its eyes. You moved it between your fingers, at the skull's back there was an engraved letter "R" symbolising him.

"... It's not the best thing I've made but uh I tried." You looked up from the gift, Ronin wasn't even looking at you. He was shy? Or maybe embarrassed? He was kinda cute like this....

You didn't know what to say, no words would describe the happiness his gift gave you. So instead of saying anything you pulled him into a tight hug.

"Ronin, thank you. This means so much to me, I'll never take this off." You whispered, clenching the necklace in your hand.

"Hah, I told ya that you'd like it." Oh, and the nonchalant asshole is back.

You were smiling the whole way home, sometimes raising your hand to the pendant just to feel it again. And to think that this small gift would make you so happy....

It was truly a magical beginning of a birthday full of surprises for you.

I'm so happy to be able to share my birthday with all my amazing readers 🫶 I love you all

- N

(await more fics now because I'll get a laptop (hopefully!!!) and I have super great plans for my future writings and maybe a lil special piece I'm working on with someone 👀)

[starlost-maniac]

The Date

Warnings: mutual pining, perceived cheating, broken hearts

[9:45 am - Jisungie]

Y/nnnnnnie?!?!

[9:46 - Y/n]

Yes Ji?

[9:50 am - Jisungie]

You love me, right? 🥺

[9:50 am - Y/n]

Of course.

[9:51 am - Y/n]

Did you do something Jisung? 🤔

[9:53 am - Jisungie]

No, I've been good, I promise.

I just have a favor to ask, if that's ok?

[9:53 am - Y/n]

What's the favor?

[9:55 am - Jisungie]

One of my friends was going to go on a double date with Minho-hyung and I, but his date bailed on him, and you were the first person I thought of to ask, and I'm hoping you'd go on this date with our friend.

It's completely OK if you don't want to ❤️

[9:57 am - Y/n]

What's the date and time? If I'm not busy then I don't mind 😊

[9:57 am - Jisungie]

5pm, this Friday. It's at [restaurant name]

[9:58 am - Y/n]

Yeah, I don't have anything planned that day, I can go 😊

[9:58 am - Jisungie]

You're the absolute best, Y/nnie!! I'll take you out dress shopping, my treat! ❤️

[9:59 am - Y/n]

Aww, thank you Ji ❤️

——

"Y/NNNNIIIIIIEEEEE!!! I'm here to steal you for dress shopping!" Jisung called from the entryway of your apartment.

"I'm in my bedroom Ji!" You called back. "Just getting ready." You hear him shuffling down the hall towards your room. When you hear him stop in the doorway, you turn from your vanity and smile at him. He smiles back and walks over to your bed and plops down on it.

You and Jisung had been friends since childhood. You went through everything together, and were always there for the other. You were both there for relationships, breakups, moving, new jobs. You both had always been there for the other. When Jisung told you he met someone, you were so happy for him. You somehow haven't met Minho yet, as everytime you guys tried, something came up for one of you. Jisung has shown you pictures of Minho or of them together, and he has told you that he's shown pictures of you to him. Jisung also told you he's always talked highly of you.

"Will I finally get to meet the mysterious Minho that I've heard so much about?" You tease him before turning back to your vanity mirror. You decide to leave your hair down and pull it out of the ponytail you had it up in.

"I sure hope so. I'd love for my best friend and boyfriend to meet after so long. I think you guys would get along well honestly." He lays back on your bed.

You walk over to him and gently tap your foot against his. He looks up at you and smiles. He holds his arms open, wanting you to join him.

"Mandatory best friend cuddles first." He laughs out. You playfully roll your eyes as you climb in bed and into his arms. He holds you close to him and smiles. He breathes in deep and smells your shampoo and conditioner. "You smell nice today, Y/n." He buries his nose in your hair. "You smell like honey." His voice is a little muffled, and you giggle.

"I'm trying new hair products, that's probably it." He responds with an 'mm' before you pat his stomach softly. "Come on Ji, before you trap me here for the day." You laugh out. "You're taking me dress shopping for Friday." He groans. He holds you close, giving you a slight squeeze before letting you go. You sit up and fix your hair, not noticing him staring from his spot. You get up and he follows shortly after.

——

He takes you to a nice dress shop with many beautiful dresses. You look around with him, your fingers running along the dresses that sit on hangers as you walk past.

"You can pick out as many as you'd like, Y/n. Like I said, it's my treat." He smiles happily at you.

"You still don't have to, Ji." You look at him and he just waves his hand at you. You stick your tongue out at him and smile. You pick out a few dresses to try on and you both head to the dressing rooms, Jisung sitting on a couch nearby. You go in and try on a few dresses, coming out to show him every one. He compliments you in every one.

The last you come out in, is a black off the shoulder dress that comes just above your knees. It's form fitting, but loose enough to allow movement. It has a slight v cut in the front, showing off a bit of cleavage. When you come out to show Jisung, he looks up at you from his seat, eyes wide. He stands up and walks over to you.

"You look beautiful, Y/n." He speaks softly. He reaches a hand out but drops it back to his side. "I think this is perfect for Friday." He says and smiles. You notice the smile seems a little off, but you don't say anything. Maybe he received a text or a call that upset him.

You smile back softly and go back to the changing room, coming back out in your normal clothes. You put the dresses you didn't choose back, and go with Jisung up to the cashier to pay for the few you have.

——

The day of the date rolls around and you get a text from Jisung.

[3:30 pm Jisungie]

Y/nnie! Are you nervous? Excited? You're still coming, right? 🥺

[3:31 pm Y/n]

Of course I'm still coming, Ji. I wouldn't bail on you ❤️

[3:31 pm Jisungie]

You're the best Y/nnie. Have I ever told you how much I love you? 🥺🥺

[3:32 pm Y/n]

You could say it more 😋

[3:32 pm Jisungie]

Well, I love you so much Y/nnie. You're the greatest person I could ever have in my life

[3:33 pm Y/n]

Don't let Minho hear you say that lol.

But I'll see you there. I'm going to go shower and do something with my hair. ❤️

You set your phone down and gather your stuff for a shower.

————

Once done with your shower, you blowdry and curl your hair before carefully putting on the dress you and Jisung picked out. You decide on a pair or black heels and apply eyeshadow and red lipstick. Once you think you're ready, you grab your phone and purse and head out to go to the restaurant.

——

You enter the restaurant and tell the person at the front counter that you're here under Jisung's name. He nods and brings you to the table where Jisung and Minho sit, Minho seated facing away from you. You smile and wave at Jisung as you take a seat next to him.

"Y/n, this is my boyfriend, Minho-hyung." He directs you to the male sitting across from him. You follow where he's indicating and your eyes meet Minho's. His deep brown eyes captivate you. He looked like a perfectly carved statue. His sharp features were beautiful. "And Minho-hyung, this is my best friend since childhood, Y/n." Jisung puts his hand on your shoulder. Minho stands and puts his hand out and you reach out to his. He gently grabs your hand and kisses your fingers softly, his eyes never leaving yours.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Y/n." He says against your hand, holding your gaze. You feel a heat pool in your stomach, his eyes holding fire in them.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Minho," you say as he releases your hand. "Jisung told me so much about you. All good things, I promise." He chuckles quietly, smiling at you. You smile back at him, a soft laugh falls from your lips.

"You're more beautiful in person, Y/n. The photos Jisung has shown me don't do you justice." His smile turns to a small smirk. You feel heat rush along your cheeks and you thank him for his compliment.

A moment later, a tall man with curly hair and glasses dressed in a suit comes up to the table.

"I'm sorry I'm late." He says to the two men before looking at you, a gentle smile on his lips. "Hi, I'm friends with Jisung and Minho, my name is Lee." He puts his hand out, and you gently grab his. "You must be Y/n? Jisung said so many nice things about you."

You smile and nod. "Hi, yeah, I'm Y/n. It's nice to meet you, Lee." He takes his seat across from you. You observe his face as he talks. He's got a prominent beauty mark on his upper lip on otherwise fair skin. His glasses were thick framed and suited his face well. His dark curls sat just above the glasses.

You and the men talk for a few minutes before a waiter comes up to take your orders. He walks away once he gets your orders and returns shortly with your drinks and says the food will be out soon. You thank him as he walks off.

You look at Minho as you see he was looking your way, and smile. He blinks a few times before he smiles back. It's the only time you catch him staring at you during the date. The waiter comes back after a bit with your food and you all thank him.

Jisung gently nudges you with his shoulder, making you look at him. He smiles at you. "The dress looks so good on you, Y/nnie. We made a good choice."

You blush lightly at his compliment. "Thank you Sungie. You picked it out though. It was a good choice." You laugh out. You feel eyes on you for a brief moment, so you look at Minho and Lee, but Minho was taking a sip of his water, and Lee was eating.

You all talk over dinner. Talking about work and life. What hobbies you're into, if you have any pets. Just as you're all finishing your food, Lee asks for your number. You exchange numbers and smile at him. You try to pay for your portion of dinner but Lee stops you, insisting he pays for you. You try to insist back, but he's adamant, and you eventually let him, a playful pout on your lips.

"You're really cute when you pout, Y/n." Lee laughs softly.

At the end of dinner, you exchange a smile and part ways, saying goodbye to Minho and Jisung as well.

——

It's been a few weeks since that date, you and Lee texting almost every day. He eventually asks you out on another date and you agree. He wants to take you on a nice picnic at the Han River, since the summer weather is picking up, spring just ending.

You dress in a nice summer dress with flats and meet him at the park by the river. As you walk over to where you'll be meeting him, you see he's already got the picnic set up. You go over, smiling and say hi. He says hi back and asks if it's ok for a hug and you agree. He stands up and wraps his arms around your shoulders, yours around his waist and he gently squeezes you.

"Thank you for agreeing to another date, Y/n. I really enjoyed your company at the last one with Jisung and Minho." He says, releasing you from the hug.

"Of course. I had a great time and you were really sweet." You let him go and sit on the picnic blanket with him.

"I did have to ask Jisung for some of your favorite foods though, so I hope I did good." He laughs out as he opens the basket. He pulls out your favorite sandwiches, fruits, and even desserts. Your mouth falls open as you watch him. "I wanted to earn some brownie points with you." He laughs. "You seem like an amazing girl, and I'd like to spend more time with you, if that's ok?" He watches you with bright eyes. You smile and nod.

"Of course, and you don't need to try and earn brownie points," you laugh and place a hand on his arm. "Just be yourself with me and you'll be ok." You smile at him and take the sandwich he offers to you.

You eat and talk, both asking questions about the other, like school, about your hobbies, pets. He asks you how long you've known Jisung.

"I've known him for as long as I can remember. My dad passed away when I was little and my mom and I had to move cause she couldn't afford the house when he died. We moved to a small two bedroom apartment and Jisung was my neighbor. I was over at his place all the time when my mom had to work. We did everything together from there." You sigh, looking up to the sky, remembering your dad.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Y/n." He places his hands on yours and squeezes softly.

You smile a little at him. "No, you're ok. You didn't make me uncomfortable at all. Now, how do you know Ji?" You take a bite of a strawberry.

"I met him in college actually. We had some classes together."

"I'm surprised I never saw you. We went to the same college too." You ponder.

"Life is honestly strange like that. I never saw you either." You both laugh.

You both stay until the sun starts to lower and you help him pack everything up and he walks you to your car. You thank him for a lovely date and he asks to hug you again and you do.

"I hope to see you again Y/n." He smiles as you get in your car. He waves and walks off to go to his.

Once you get home, you check your phone and see you had a text from Jisung.

[10:05 pm - Jisungie]

Did you have fun on your date today? We saw you at the Han river.

[10:05 pm - Y/n]

I had a great time, Ji.

Were you stalking me lol

[10:06 pm - Jisungie]

👀 👀

But no lol we just happened to be there.

[10:08 pm - Jisungie]

I'm glad you're having a good time with him though.

He's a good guy

[10:10 pm - Y/n]

He is. Thank you for introducing me to him. I'm not sure where this will go, or if it will actually turn into anything, but we'll see. He's been really sweet :)

[10:11 pm - Jisungie]

Of course, Y/n.

Minho wanted to say good night lol

[10:13 pm - Jisungie]

*photo*

[Jisung and Minho are cuddled together in bed, Jisung's head on Minho's chest, arm stretched out to take the picture]

[10:15 pm Y/n]

Aww, look at you two all cuddled up. You look comfy lol

But you two have a good night as well 😊

[10:20 pm - Jisungie]

Love you Y/n

[10:20 pm - Y/n]

Love you too Sungie ❤️

——

You continued to go out with Lee for nearly a year, just casual dates, nothing too exciting, except when he took you to Lotte World and made you ride the viking ship. You don't do well with heights, so you were holding onto him pretty tight. You and Lee never labeled your relationship as more than just friends going on dates.

Minho and Jisung occasionally saw you around with Lee, and you would sometimes see a look on Minho's face, but you couldn't place what it was and he'd steel his face before you could try and figure it out. You didn't worry too much about it, but it still sat at the back of your mind.

Jisung and Minho still talked to you, obviously, Jisung being the one who texted you more often as he's your best friend.

——

[12:45 pm - Lee]

Hi Y/n 😊 I wanted to know if you wanted to go on another double date with Jisung and Minho. I haven't seen them much since the last double date, and I'd love to see all of my favorite people.

[12:46 pm - Y/N]

Of course! I'd love to go on another double date with you and the guys. Did you already ask them?

[12:46 pm - Lee]

I did, and they said as long as you were up for it 😊 I'm thinking this Saturday, 5pm?

[12:50 pm - Y/n]

Sounds good!

[12:50 pm - Lee]

Great! I'll pick you up and the guys. Date is my treat. I'll see you then 😉

——

Saturday rolls around and Lee texts you, saying that he's downstairs. He sat outside your building in his car. Minho and Jisung were sitting in the back together. You come downstairs, hair in a half ponytail, bangs slightly curled to be out of your eyes. You had sparkly purple eyeshadow on, with dark violet lipstick. Your outfit was an open back, dark purple and black dress that hugged your curves beautifully.

Lee got out of the car quickly and went around to open the passenger door for you. You got in the car, thanking him with a smile. He shut it behind you once you were in. You turn around a bit and greet the boys. Jisungs eyes were a little wide and he slowly licked his lips before he greeted you. Minho giving you a nod. Lee gets back in the driver seat.

"H-hi Y/nnie. You look amazing tonight." Jisung's eyes flick to your lips for a second before going back to your eyes, which you missed as the inside of the car was dark.

"You do look stunning, Y/n." Minho watches you, a look in his eyes that looks like he wants to eat you alive. Your eyes break away from him when Lee speaks up.

"Don't be flirting with my date, guys." He teases, looking in the rear view mirror. You look back in time to see Minho's jaw tick, before turning around and buckling in. Thankfully it was dark in the car, so no one could see your cheeks were flushed a bit. Lee starts the car back up and drives towards the restaurant. He reached over his middle console to gently hold your hand.

Behind you, Minho saw, clenching his jaw. Jisung looked at him and tried to calm him down, rubbing his arm softly. Minho closed his eyes and took a deep breath, calming himself down. Jisung holds his hand, intertwining their finger, looking up at him worried. Minho looks at Jisung and gives him a soft, gentle smile, telling the younger he's ok.

When you get to the restaurant, you all get out and walk inside, Lee's arm around your waist, his hand on your hip. He leads you inside and the waiter takes you to your booth. The booth is a small, circular table for smaller parties. Lee lets you in first, sitting towards the middle with him sliding in next to you, on your left. Minho and Jisung slide in on the other side, Jisung directly to your right, Minho beside him.

"Thank you guys for agreeing to come, I know we haven't seen each other much since Y/n and I started hanging out, and I wanted to see you guys again." Lee smiles at the boys.

"Of course. We're happy to see Y/nnie happy. And we wanted to see you again. These months felt a lot longer without you." Jisung chuckles out.

You all talk about how it's been going, Minho and Jisung spending time with friends and family, doing regular couple stuff. Lee worked most of the week, and you and he volunteered at an animal rescue center on the weekends, you were especially fond of the cats and kittens. You noticed Minho perked up at that. Otherwise you two were hanging out at your place or his, just watching movies or playing games when you had the time between working and volunteer work.

The waiter returns to take your food and drink orders, writing them down and leaving, returning not long after with your drinks and a bottle of champagne on the house. Lee thanks him and he leaves again.

"So you've just been hanging out? Nothing..too exciting?" Jisung looks at you, eyes a little wide.

Lee puts his hand on your thigh as you respond, the boys take notice. "Mm, he did take me to Lotte World and took me on the viking ship ride and I had to hold onto him cause I was so scared of the height." You laugh, remembering it. "Other than that, nothing too crazy."

Jisung nods and he puts his hand on Minho's when he feels him tense up beside him. The waiter brings your food out while you're all talking and the boys thank him. You all eat and talk, mostly you and Jisung sharing stories you remember from childhood.

When it comes time to pay, Lee pays for the whole meal, reminding you all he said it was on him. You smile and thank him for the meal before you all shuffle back out to his car, the boys sliding in the back again as Lee holds your door open again. He shuts it once you're in and gets in himself. He starts the car and puts his hand on your thigh again and gently squeezes.

You hear a grunt from the back seat and you turn your head, but the boys were looking out the window. You turn your head back to look ahead of you. You and Lee quietly talk when he asks you a question. He drives you back to your apartment and walks you up to the door of the complex. Minho and Jisung sit in the car and watch you. You thank him again for dinner tonight, smiling. He smiles back and says it's not an issue. He leans forward and kisses your cheek.

You were taken aback a bit, but smiled at him and wished him a good night before going inside. Lee waits while he makes sure you make it into the building. He walks back down to his car and gets in the driver's seat.

"Thanks again for introducing Y/n to me. It's been really fun hanging out with her." Lee says as he buckles in. He drives the two home and drops them off.

——

You've been hanging out with Lee for a year now, the two of you growing close. You hung out with Jisung and Minho together.

You're at Jisung's place, sitting on his small couch by the arm, Minho sitting at the other. You were all watching a movie, Jisung complaining that there were no more drinks and snacks.

"I'll be right back. I need more booze." He complains. He gets up and grabs his coat and wallet, leaning over to peck Minho on the lips before stepping out the door. Minho watches his boyfriend leave before turning his gaze back to you.

"So, how are the dates with Lee? We haven't gotten to see you much lately." He says, watching you. You turn in your seat so you're facing Minho, leaning against the back cushions.

"They're going really well. I think he's going to ask me out soon. He asked me to go out to a movie and dinner this weekend." You say, laying your head on the cushion. Minho nods and is silent for a few minutes. He turns his gaze to the paused movie on the screen before turning back to you.

"Don't go on the date.." he mumbles. You furrow your brows when you look at him.

Lifting your head off the couch, you ask, "why not?" He purses his lips, not wanting to answer. "Is there something about Lee that I should know about? Something that you want to protect me from?" He still doesn't answer and you sigh softly.

You rub your face a little and close your eyes. "You can't just tell me not to go on a date with someone and not give me a rea—" Your sentence was cut off when you felt a pair of lips pressed against yours. Your eyes shoot open the same time you hear the front door open. You hear Jisung's voice a moment later.

"Oh."

You pull back from Minho. Horrified that he just did that. Why would he do that? You stand up and grab your things, rushing past Jisung and out the door.

"Wait! Y/nnie!" Jisung tried to call out for you, but you were already on the elevator. You cover your mouth with your hand, tears starting to form in your eyes. Why would Minho kiss you? He just cheated on Jisung, on your best friend. You don't know how you're going to face either of them now. You text Lee saying you're going to have to raincheck the date this Saturday and he says that's perfectly fine.

You make it back to your apartment. As soon as the door is shut behind you, the tears spill over and you're sobbing. You felt so guilty for Minho kissing you. You think you got in between their relationship. You end up not answering either of their texts for a while, just making yourself busy with work or volunteer work at the shelter.

It's been almost three months since you last spoke to either of them, not sure how to confront your friend or his boyfriend about what happened. You get home late one day, and find a sticky note on your door that reads:

'We need to talk, please. -Ji'

You sigh and grab the note, opening the door to your apartment. You step in and drop off your things. You pull out your phone as you walk to your room. You open the texts, seeing all the texts from him, ranging from 'please talk to us', 'we miss you', 'let us explain'. The last one he sent you just last week broke your heart.

[July xx, 20xx 10:45pm]

'Y/nnie…please talk to me..I miss my best friend. I haven't stopped crying since you ran out of my apartment. I don't want to lose you…please, Y/nnie…love you, ji..'

You started sobbing again and texted him.

[9:15pm - Y/n]

Ji..?

[10:30pm - Jisungie]

Y/N???

[10:31pm - Y/n]

It's me. I…

I'm sorry, Ji.

[10:32pm - Y/n]

I didn't mean to get between you and Minho. I didn't mean for him to kiss me..it was so sudden, and I still feel so guilty..

[10:35pm - Jisungie]

Y/n..can I please come over to talk?

[10:36pm - Y/n]

I..I don't think I can see Minho if you're still with him..

[10:36pm - Jisungie]

That's fine, Y/n. Minho doesn't have to be there. I'll come over now?

[10:40pm - Y/n]

That's fine

It's 11pm by the time Jisung makes it to your apartment. He knocks softly and you open the door, letting him inside. When he looks at you, his eyes are all red, and he's been letting his facial hair grow out.

"Ji..I'm so sorry again..I do—" he cuts you off with a tight hug, sobbing into your shoulder. You hug him back, trying—unsuccessfully—to hold back your tears. After you both calmed down and moved to your living room, you two finally talked.

"Y/nnie..Minho didn't cheat on me when he kissed you." He sniffles, wiping his nose with a tissue. He looks at you, eyes red and puffy from the long crying session you both had.

"What do you mean, Ji?" You pat at your sore eyes with the back of your hand.

"Y/nnie..I love you so much, but you are so oblivious." He chuckles softly, sniffling again.

"Hey.." you whine and pout.

"Y/n. Minho likes you. I like you. Fuck, I love you. Ever since we were little. I've had the biggest crush on you." He leans against your couch, hiccuping a little as he tries not to sob again. You stare at him with wide eyes as another tear slips down your cheek.

"You what?" You whisper.

"I never said anything cause one of us was always in a relationship. We were never single at the same time and then I met Minho." He watches you for a beat. "When I showed Minho your pictures, he's been talking about you non-stop. When he saw you at the restaurant, he was awestruck. He was jealous of Lee, but he didn't want to interfere. Minho is the one who suggested we bring you in."

"But you sounded so upset when you got back from the store." Your voice was almost a whisper.

"I mean, I was upset. He got to kiss you before I did!" It was his turn to pout. "I liked you for longer and he got to kiss you first." You can't help but laugh. "And now you're laughing at me." He pouts more.

"Jisung, can you ask Minho to come over? I think we need to all have a talk." You pat your eyes again.

——

Minho was now sitting in your living room between you and Jisung on the couch. Minho didn't look as disheveled as Jisung did, but he looked tired.

"Minho, I just want to start by saying how sorry I am.." you start but he holds up his hands.

"I should be the one to apologize. I kissed you without your permission, and I didnt communicate very well." He watches you, sadness in his eyes. "I'd understand if you wouldn't want to talk to me anymore." His gaze falls to his lap.

"No, Minho. I didn't know that you both liked me. I've had the biggest crush on Jisung since we were kids." You laugh softly. He looks back up at you, his eyes still sad. Reaching forward, you gently grab his hands and hold them in yours. "I'm not going to cut you off, I promise." You give him a gentle smile. Your face wasn't as red and puffy as earlier, thankfully. He nods a little.

"Would you…would you still join us? You obviously don't have to.." he mumbles, eyes a little hopeful.

"I mean, I can't say I've thought of dating you both, but I'm willing to give this a try." You hear Jisung gasp behind Minho, the younger now leaning over his boyfriend's back.

"Can I get the first kiss of being an official couple?" His wide boba eyes shining in the light. You laugh softly and nod. He kisses Minho's cheek before he climbs off the couch and comes over to you. He leans down and cups your cheeks. "You don't know how long I've dreamt of this." He whispers as he softly places his lips to yours. Taking one of your hands from Minho's, you place it on Jisung's cheek, his facial hair surprisingly soft against your hand. The older lifts your fingers to his lips and places soft kisses to your knuckles. Jisung pulls away, staring at you with heart eyes.

"Can we cuddle, Y/n?" Minho asks between kisses to your knuckles. You smile and nod.

"Should I tell Lee that you won't be able to go on any more dates?" Jisung chuckles softly.

——

It's been six months since you agreed to date Minho and Jisung. They both took it slow with you, not wanting to rush anything. They shower you with gifts and surprise visits to your job. You keep telling them that you don't need gifts to know how they feel about you. But they insist.

You're sitting on your couch, scrolling on your phone, looking for a new apartment. Minho is sitting on your lap, hunched over his laptop that sat on the coffee table in front of you both, also looking for new apartments while Jisung went out to get dinner.

"What about this one, jagi?" He picks his laptop up and leans back against you.

"Well, when you're done smothering me, Min." You laugh. He playfully pouts but sits up again and shows you his screen. It was a beautiful home with three bedrooms for rent, and it was definitely within the price range you had. The people who owned it were an older couple who wanted to move somewhere warmer, so they put it up for rent.

"Ooh, definitely save that. We'll show Ji when he gets home." You smile and set your phone down on the couch. You slip your hands up the back of his shirt and gently start to run your nails along his skin, making him shiver. You've done this for Jisung before and he loved it, and you imagine he's done it for Minho, as Minho has asked you to do it a few times.

"Mm, if you're going to do that, jagi, at least let me take my shirt off. You know the shirt gets in the way." He chuckles, setting his laptop down. He pulls his shirt off and you marvel at the expanse of his back. You've seen him without a shirt a few times, but you're still always amazed at it. You gently start to run your nails over his back, sides and shoulders. He closes his eyes and relaxes under your touch, his skin covered in goosebumps. Jisung walks in and sees you both, a soft smile on his face.

"Ya, I want you to do that to me too." He playfully pouts at you. Your two boys were so cute when they pouted. He walks over and sets the take out bags on the table with another bag of drinks. He sits next to you and cuddles into you, head on your shoulder. You continue your ministrations on Minho's back and he lets out a soft moan. Your hands stop for a second before continuing. Another moment later, he lets out another soft moan.

"I think I found your sweet spot, Min." You tease. He turns in your lap a little and stares at you. He sticks his tongue out at you before moving off your lap to sit on your other side.

"As much as I'd love for you to continue, jagiya brought food, and we need to show him the place we found.

——

Three weeks later, you're packing up your belongings from your bedroom into boxes. You sigh and stand up, packing the last thing in your bedroom into the box, closing it up. Lee walks into your room to come grab one of the bigger boxes.

"You all set?" He beams at you. You turn to him and smile.

"I am. Last few things are the bed and dresser really, but everything is packed up." You pat the box you just closed. "Thank you for helping me bring everything to my new place."

"Of course." He waves you off. "That's what friends are for." He smiles. When he was told that you, Jisung and Minho were now a thing, he was elated for you. He was wondering when they were going to ask you. He helps you carry the last few boxes to the moving truck downstairs. "I'll have Sean help with the furniture when he's off work tonight?" He offers.

"Just as long as you two don't sleep on my furniture." You tease him, making his cheeks turn pink. You can't help but laugh. Even though you and Lee didn't date, you both still got really close.

"I promise we won't, Y/n." He smiles, cheeks still pink. You smile and help put the last of your things in the truck.

——

It's been three months since you moved into the house with your boyfriend's. You each had your own room, but you slept in each other's beds. The first day of moving in, you finally slept with your boyfriends. You felt it was time, and you were more than ready

You're currently laying on the couch with the two. Well, more like you're laying on Jisung with Minho squeezed between the back of the couch and your bodies. Minho had his head on Jisung's shoulder, his hand up the back of your shirt, drawing lazy trails along your skin as you all watched TV. You couldn't be more content.

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you're gonna go far | WILLIAM EKLUND 72

pairing: william eklund x reader

sumnary: you comfort william after another loss

warnings: no pronouns mentioned, not proofread, really short

a/n: i've been converted into a sharks fan, and ofc the first game i get into they're losing 5-1......

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the day william got drafted to the san jose sharks, he was ecstatic. he was quick to move to the sunny state of california. where he met you.

he met you the same year of his rookie year, and the two of you got close fast, especially after founding out you lived in the same apartment building. you two spent countless hours getting to know each other. whether it be at one of your places, at a coffee shop, or over a facetime call while he was away. william was eager to invite you to one of his games, stating that you might be his good luck charm.

and boy did the smile on his face grow when his statement was proven to be true. you were at every single home game after that.

a month or so passes, and william is determined to ask you out. he had it all planned out. after the next home game, one he knew you'd be attending, he'd find tou afterwards wearing one of his jerseys, and ask you right then and there.

you said yes.

it was history after that moment in time. date after date, it proved you two were meant to be together. he kept charming you with his personality, while you seemed to continue wrapping him around your finger as time passed.

soon after you moved in together, considering one of you was at the other's apartment every day of the week, this would just make it easier.

within your time living together, it flowed so naturally, that it didn't feel like you had just moved into his place the week prior.

you fell into routines. whether it was when he was leaving for a roadie, or coming home from one. or if you were off to work, or going out with friends. everything just fit.

a routine you two were both used to was playing out tonight.

william had just gotten home from an intense game against minnesota, losing one to three. now william was no surprise to losing, considering he was aware he wasn't on a top performing team. however he was getting sick of this losing streak. the past seven games were all losses and he was just tired of it.

he stepped into the apartment, still deflated from the game's results. he set his things down in the little section for him by the door.

all he wanted was to change, and lay down with you.

you always knew how to cheer him up after games that didn't go his way. you were always there for him, through his highs and lows.

he quickly rummaged through the fridge, grabbing a water bottle, before walking towards your shared bedroom.

turning his head once he stepped inside, he sees the connected bathroom door closed with water running. he takes the opportunity to change into more comfortable clothes, before sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands.

"i could've sworn i heard you come inside," your quiet voice makes william pick his head up. "are you okay?"

you saw the score right before you hopped in the shower, wanting to do nothing more but than comfort your boyfriend.

he shakes his head, "i'm just so sick of losing. it seems like that's all we're good at doing lately."

you walk over to him, your heart breaking in the process of the sight of his glistening eyes looking up at you. once your in arms reach of him, he wastes no time in simply wrapping his arms around you.

you're standing in between his legs, with both of his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. his face is planted in the crook of your neck.

you feel his body shake before the tears begin falling from his eyes, dampening your collarbone. he buries his face further as you begin running your fingers through his hair, while your other hand just holds him against you.

"i know it might not mean much, but i'm still proud of you," you start to whisper, "i'll always be proud of you. and so will the team. you guys are all in this together will. they're not upset at you, or angry for not winning. you guys will go to practice next week and talk through things then."

you feel his breathing even out, he starts sniffling (a sign he's finished crying), and now his thumbs rub small feather-like patterns up and down your lower back.

"thank you," he responds, leaning back slightly to look up at you. you send him a smile while wiping away any stray tears from under his eyes.

"of course," you lean forward and press a gentle kiss to his forehead. "do you want to go to bed? you've had a long day."

william smiles at your offer, as the two of you maneuver into your normal spots. the only switch tonight being you're the one holding onto william. you knew he needed it, and you were more than comfortable with complying.

you turned the lights off, and you sat in a comfortable silence. you ran your fingers through william's blonde hair once more, as he held onto your waist.

william knew it was going to take time for the team to get better, but his heart grew fonder at the thought of you being there every step of the way.

[cantfightmoonlight]

"Most people would disagree," She pointed quietly out. Her shoulders lifted and fell into a small shrug as she curled her legs closer into her chest. There was a reason people vampires monsters after all. "Hm," She pressed her lips together. Her nose scrunched slightly as she quietly observed, "That's a really fucked up way to start a birthday speech."

"Jonah had literally said out loud that he had brought the bat wine opener for me to make up for the past two years and, even if you hadn't been there the year before or the year before that, I did vocally chose to not pick a living breathing bunny for some silly wine opener, so if that didn't show that it held some sentimentality, I don't know what would," She let out a soft sigh as she slowly pulled herself up to her feet. Opening the door of the confessional, she forced herself to hold her head high despite every bone in body wanting to shrink away. "I know it was just a game and that my reaction probably seemed over the top or uncalled for. But, I'm also a newly turned vampire whose starving on a daily basis, so the fact that I haven't lost my cool before now is actually fairly impressive and I did apologize to your sister, by the way. After the fact. Not that it erases anything. But, in terms of the past two years, well," She gave him another small shrug. "During the first White Elephant, I took a gift from Bexley just as Frankie did and was yelled at, taunted by nearly everyone in the room, and called Cruella. No one came to my defense and, when I did pick another gift, a silly Vampire garlic press that my cousin brought, some girl stole in laughed in my face telling me how it served me right. The second White Elephant, my best friend brought the same bat garlic press and made fun of the fact that I cried the year before, stabbed me and told me she had fucked my boyfriend before we had gotten together, and now, for a third year in a row, I've been called a monster and an entitled bitch. So, if the shoe fits, I guess I'll wear it. Though, for the record, I wasn't crying because of a game. I was crying because every Christmas, I relive the day I wanted to kill myself and Rangi just so happened to remind me that it was birthday."

Bri's voice was steady, almost casual. But, there was an emptiness to it, like she was reciting fact instead of feelings. She wasn't trying to make him feel bad or pity her. She wasn't looking for some sort of reaction. She just didn't have the energy or emotional investment anymore to sugarcoat it. Her deep brown eyes were dull. Her voice numb as she told him quietly, "I don't really have anymore fight in me and you didn't exactly say anything I haven't been told a hundred times over. So, here," She held out the singular birthday cupcake she had been cradling, but hadn't brought herself to try. "Have a cupcake. It's supposed to be a party."

The satan comment made Jacob's eyes roll. "You're not satan." A correction he made quickly and with certainty. He'd met plenty of devils in his life but didn't count Brielle among them. Even with their, recent, differences considered. "Yeah." An admittance he probably shouldn't have made so casually. It was just in his nature to be honest. "It did."

Tattooed hands drug down the stretch of the witch's face as he sighed. Never a natural at communicating, Jacob struggled to articulate what he wanted to say. A white flag felt most appropriate given the tension in the confession box. "I apologize for the name calling, and the f and the u comment. I don't know why you were upset that night, but I could've asked. I should've asked." It was no secret by now that his family was one of his buttons, so he didn't bother explaining himself. An apology also felt a little hollow coupled with excuses.

Jacob thought Lunar Cove, his home, the only safe haven left for supernaturals, would never survive if they couldn't at least tolerate one another. He could swallow his pride and extend an olive branch in the name of the greater good. Which he'd tried to articulate in his Eulogy and again, privately, to Bri. "I don't want to fight with you. We love some of the same people, and we all have much bigger problems to focus on than one another. So... you don't have to be in the Jacob Sullivan fan club.." He stifled a laugh at himself at how ridiculous such a thing sounded. "..but maybe we can agree about that?"

[54625]

An idea that absolutely no one should fulfill - because it would take way too much digging through VODs - but is still entertaining to imagine is a Bee style Hideduo compilation video but it's just all of the times they've referred to each other as boyfriends or talked about/to each other in romantic ways while completely out of character without any of the necessary clarification and naturally the video is titled they're really hard selling it

[cruelplatonic]

ruminating on 'the vees died despondent nobodies' thoughts

velvette interrogates vox after she hears him give various conflicting and bombastic accounts on air. a selection of these include: blew his brains out on live television, administered the death penalty for killing his "bitch wife," a tragic accident involving two shetland ponies, dubiously legal iranian yogurts, and a whole lot of cocaine. the actual cause was shockingly ordinary- a heart attack in front of the television, alone, his corpse only recovered after two weeks passed. he was watching a game show and his last mortal regret was never even learning who won, because he died during the commercials.

[charmin-ultra-strong]

I miss the era of movies where people were allowed to be shirtless without completely destroying their health

[whateveriwant]

NSFW Size Difference HCs with Simon

F!Reader, Part 2, SFW version

“It’s too big” girlfriend 🤝 “I’ll make it fit” boyfriend

Seriously, there’s no such thing as a quickie with this man. Before you have sex, he always has to stretch you out either with a toy or a couple of those thick fingers of his

Speaking of which, you’ve become well acquainted with the taste of his fingers from how many times he’s gagged you with them as he’s fucked you when you have guests over

Oftentimes, he doesn’t even verbally tell you when he’s horny. He’ll just walk up behind you and press his hard cock against your lower back (he calls it “show, don’t tell”)

He’s always teasing you about how small your hands are in comparison to his, especially how you can’t even make your fingers touch as they circle his thick dick :(

Sometimes when he’s going down on you, you think your hips are actually going to dislocate from how far you have to spread them to accommodate for his shoulders

Before he pushes into you, he loves to lay his cock against your stomach and measure how deep inside you he’s going to reach (hint: it’s deep)

Not only is Simon big but he’s strong, meaning one of his favorite positions to fuck you is hoisting you in the air and bouncing you on him

Missionary/mating press can be dangerous because there’s a genuine risk of you getting smothered by his massive chest :(

In a similar vein, good luck trying to kiss this man while you’re having sex because your mouths are nowhere near each other regardless of your position

On more than one occasion, you’ve had to lie to your coworkers/family about the reason you lost your voice. It’s not because you’re sick like you’d said, but rather because your boyfriend had battered the back of your throat with his dick the night before

Truly, there’s no prettier sight in the world to Simon than when you’re lying beneath him, your hands clawing at the bedsheets, little tears sliding down your cheeks as his big cock stretches your pussy open 🥰

[cherrygirlfriend]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ pilates princess

pairing: sunshine!reader x bf!rafe synopsis: rafe catches reader working out tags / warnings: fluff, smut (no actual sex but graphic descriptions of fantasies) wc: 900 a/n; this is for the pilates princesses (also originally this fic wasn't in the sunshineverse but it is now... mwahahahaha) originally posted 10/12/2024

rafe was knocking on your door impatiently, wanting to see you more than anything after the day he had, finding out that the development he had been busting his ass for for months had been delayed, but you weren't answering the door or even his texts telling you to open the door; that didn't stop him, the man knowing where your parents kept the spare key, getting it out of a pot of asterias, opening the door. you'd told him he could only use it 'only in case of emergencies', but to him, this constituted as an emergency.

rafe didn't bother to put the key back as he walked further into the house, hearing the noise of the television coming from your living room. he made his way to the living room, his eyes widening slightly when he saw exactly what had you so busy.

you were splayed on the floor, a pink workout mat underneath you, watching some workout video on your tv while your headphones were on, wearing a pair of pink fitness shorts that made your ass look so good he was almost drooling, along with a white sports bra, turned away from him, one of your hands splayed on the ground while the other one was bent on your head, one of your knees on the mat while your other was reaching up.

"jesus christ." he mumbled as he stared at you, the curve of your ass in those pink shorts causing his dick to stir in his shorts.

only a few seconds later, you moved to sit down on the mat, only to be startled by your boyfriend shamelessly ogling you, letting out a small gasp as you basically fell on your ass on the mat, your eyes widening.

you took off your headphones, throwing them onto the couch behind you, and even though your face was already warm and flushed, it seemed to get worse when you noticed him staring at you. "rafe!" you exclaimed as you stood up, his eyes now locked onto your hardened nipples under the sports bra, your tits almost pressed together, a sheen of sweat running down your cleavage.

"jesus fucking christ." he said, licking his lips slightly as you took your pink zip-up jacket and put it on, yet the way it clung to your body and the small sliver of your sports bra did almost nothing to hide how delicious you looked. "no, no, baby, don't stop on my accord." rafe grinned, his hands on your waist, aware that he was sporting a pretty obvious hard-on as he pulled you closer.

"i don't want you to see me all gross and sweaty." you pouted, and the way you sucked your lip in made nothing to calm down the obvious tent in his shorts.

"you look so fucking sexy right now." he said, pulling you closer to him, and you could feel his hard-on press against your abdomen, the blonde letting out a small groan from only that contact. "literally, i've never... jesus."

"i'm not sexy right now." you roll your eyes, pushing away a stray hair that had stuck to your cheek, trying to look down in embarrassment.

"you're kidding, right?" rafe snorted, his hand going lower and lower, almost going to the curve to your ass. "i think you can feel how sexy you look, huh?" he took hold of your chin with his fingers, and lifted it up, making you look up at him. "if you didn't want to wait longer, do you know the things i'd do to you?"

"w-what?" you asked in a way that was almost a whisper, biting your lower lip as you looked at him through your lashes.

"fuck, i'd just rip that cute little set off and take you right here on the couch. i'd make you ride me, give you a workout that's much better than this crap you're doing, your tits bouncing in my face, my hands gripping those pretty thighs... shit, i might cum just thinking about it."

you softly smacked him in the chest, feeling a warmth in your abdomen only he managed to cause, sure that you'd never blushed so hard in your life. "raafee..."

he brings your face up to his, bringing your lips to his as he bent down slightly, the kiss much more heated than any other kiss that you'd shared, his hand now on the curve of your ass, squeezing it in a way that made you gasp against his lips, his other hand now in your hair.

after a moment, you pulled away breathlessly, his erection had somehow gotten even worse than before, your lips swollen and a doe-eyed look in your eyes. "we should... uh, we should stop, since, you know..."

"yeah, i know baby." he rolled his eyes exasperatedly, before chuckling softly. "god, i'm not gonna forget this little outfit in a while. lemme take a pic of it?"

"noo, i look gross!"

"don't talk about my girl like that." he tsked, taking hold of your jaw. "come on, i need something to get myself off to later."

"alright, fine." you scoffed and rolled your eyes, before letting out a small chuckle as you started unzipping your jacket.