#he said ‘oh thank you for bringing me this’

[chuluoyi]

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄, 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄

- zayne x reader

husband and wife, at the pinnacle of their love. on a night filled with wonders, you will know that he sees only you and everything that you are

genre/warnings: 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact!—fluff, explicit smut: slightly rough & drunken sex, fingering, missionary. you and zayne have a daughter (her name is meirin!)

note: god what have i written... the anniversary banner pv made me do it T^T anyhow, this is also a direct prequel to the upcoming angst fic in the name of love :))

“Whoa, so that’s Dr. Zayne and his wife...”

Soft whispers rippled through the crowd the moment you and your husband stepped into the pristine ballroom, all eyes subtly drawn to your arrival.

Tonight, you were accompanying Zayne to Akso Hospital’s anniversary dinner party. His sharp gaze and immaculate three-piece suit made a striking impression. Naturally, you matched his sophistication in every way—your flowing black dress accentuated your figure, while your hair styled into an elegant updo.

A sight for sore eyes, that was what the two of you were.

“Mind your step,” he murmured softly, his voice reassuring as the two of you gracefully ascended the stairs. His left arm wrapped around your shoulder, and you couldn’t help but notice the envious gazes of the ladies fixed on you.

“How does such a perfect couple even exist?”

“She’s so pretty… Of course, Dr. Zayne only wants the best.”

“Oh! And I’ve heard they already have a daughter too!”

A smile curled on your lips, a subtle boost of confidence washing over you as their murmurs reached your ears. You felt giddy too—on most days, you were a hunter in a life-and-death situations, rough and rugged. But tonight, draped in elegance and arm-in-arm with Zayne, you felt like a princess.

“Don’t smile that wide...” he suddenly whispered to your ears, a twinkle in his hazel eyes. “You’ll look like Meirin when she’s munching on her cookies.”

You shot him a frown. “Wha?”

“All those praises are going straight to your head.” Even in a prestigious event like this, Zayne couldn’t resist teasing you. “Sooner or later, it’ll get too big for me to handle.”

Fixing him with an unimpressed glare, you deadpanned, “Shush, you!”

When you reached the main hall, the buzz of conversation and clinking glasses filled the air, blending with the elegant music playing in the background. The hospital director, an elderly man with a warm smile, greeted you both along with his wife.

"Zayne, thank you for coming," he said, shaking your husband's hand and giving him a light pat on the shoulder. His gaze then turned to you. "Ah, this must be the stellar hunter wife of Dr. Zayne. You look absolutely radiant, madam."

"Ah, please don't call me that..." You mustered your most polished facade, supplying a soft, graceful laugh.

The director's wife grinned and added, "Why didn’t you bring your daughter here? Everyone’s looking forward to finally meet her already."

"She's a handful," Zayne immediately replied with a smile, his tone warm and affectionate. "And she gets fussy when her bedtime nears, so we decided to leave her with my in-laws tonight."

The director let out a hearty guffaw. "No matter how fussy she is, she must be really adorable with a mother this beautiful, eh?"

Throughout the night, it was a compliment you frequently heard. While you were flattered, a thought lingered in the back of your mind—what were your husband's true thoughts about all this attention to you?

Zayne was keenly aware of how captivating you were.

There was a surge of pride whenever he had you on his arm. Just like any man out there, he too wanted to show his hot wife off and flaunt her so everyone could see, as if saying: This is my woman.

But he too knew that it was in a human's nature to covet what they didn't have. And it was rightly proven when he stepped away for just a moment, only to return and find you engaged in conversation with a man.

The hospital director's son, no less.

"Miss, I've heard you're part of the Hunter Association?" he asked you inquisitively. "What a noble profession it is! Keeping all of us here safe on daily basis."

You responded demurely, "And those in Akso do the same, don’t they?"

Your conversation was harmless, and Zayne was a rational man, so he didn’t feel the need to intervene. He just made sure his gaze was on you every so often.

But when the director’s son began persistently offering you drinks, filling your glass time after time, Zayne's patience began to wear thin. The sight of the man’s insistence grated on him, stirring a possessive unease he couldn’t entirely ignore.

. . .

You could’ve sworn your vision swam a little after the third glass of alcohol. The warm buzz coursing through you also made everything seem a little brighter, and left you feeling just slightly off-balance.

"Miss, the white wine here is the best—" the man standing before you declared with a convincing grin, swirling the bottle in front of you. "Don't you want to try some?"

"Ah, no, sir..." you replied with a polite laugh, raising a hand in subtle refusal. "I've already had whiskey and gin just now—"

"Just a little! You really have to try it!"

You hesitated, heat creeping up your neck as the alcohol already coursing through your system made your cheeks flush. You didn’t even like alcohol much and only drank socially, but this was the very son of your husband's boss. Refusing outright seemed rude—

“Can you kindly not make her drink too much?”

Or so you thought, until your knight in three-piece suit suddenly stepped in and saved you from your plight.

Zayne’s tone was gentle yet firm, his words striking an authoritative balance. He flashed a placating smile. “My wife doesn’t have a very high tolerance.” Swiftly, he grabbed the glass from your hand and, without missing a beat, downed its contents in one go.

“If you’re looking for a drinking partner, let it be me instead.”

You knew better than anyone that your husband didn’t have a particularly high tolerance for alcohol either. Yet, for the next 30 minutes, you watched, equal parts impressed and concerned, as he matched the man drink for drink, deflecting further offers directed your way with a subtle, protective grace. Though Zayne’s words remained measured, you could see the flush creeping up his neck.

And soon, you’d witness just how far his limits had been pushed.

“Zayne! Are you alright?”

Worry laced your voice as you placed both hands on Zayne's cheeks, your brow furrowing in concern. Somehow or another you managed to drag your husband away and led him to the hotel room.

The warmth of his skin was unmistakable, and his face contorted in discomfort as the vertigo hit him full force. “Oh no, what have you done? Why did you even drink that much!?”

“I’m fine,” Zayne grumbled, his voice thick.

“You’re drunk!” You couldn't help but scold him as you started pulling off his coat and unbuttoning his shirt, trying to help him breathe easier. “You can’t even handle alcohol properly, and yet you’re trying to keep up with him...”

To Zayne, your voice somehow felt comforting. His mind was hazed, but your touch—your hand against his neck—felt like a cool splash of clarity.

His pretty wife... The dizziness was making it hard to stay upright, but the sight of you grounded him, and he instinctively leaned into you—

“Zayne—!”

You barely managed to catch his weight, instinctively wrapping your arms around him. He was so warm against you, his breath uneven, not to mention the slight tremor in his body. "Are you alright?!" you asked in a flurry. "Oh, let me get you some water—"

"You talk too much..." Zayne murmured, his words slurred as everything around him swayed.

Gripping your shoulder to steady himself, his unfocused gaze lingered on you, drawn to the curve of your lips, the delicate line of your neck, and the outline of your cleavage.

How can he have a wife this ravishing and do nothing?

And suddenly, he was sober. Very sober.

Or maybe not. It was simply just him finally giving in to his desires.

In one go, he seized your wrist, yanking you against him with sudden force— and with a quick tilt of your startled, precious face, he devoured your lips in heat.

"—!" It was like a spark igniting, burning through every thought. His mouth was urgent, demanding, as if he couldn’t wait another second to feel the rush of your closeness. His kiss was intoxicating—almost overwhelming—as he tangled his fingers in your hair, tilting your head to gain better access.

Zayne's hands moved to your back, pulling you into him, so close that the heat of his body pressed against yours. Then those sinful hands wandered to your hips, guiding you toward the desk. With reckless urgency, he swept everything off the surface, sending objects crashing to the floor with a sharp clang and made you sit on it.

"Ah, Zayne, you—!" You accidentally pushed him back, and he growled the moment your lips parted.

"Are you trying... to escape?" His gaze turned dark with lust, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes. "Why? Isn't this exactly how you wanted me to be...?"

In that moment, you gulped as your heart thundered in your chest. What was even happening now? How did it escalate into this?

You stuttered, eyes widened, "Z-Zayne..."

But your husband had shed all traces of his usual composed self. In the haze of his muddled thoughts, he was driven purely by need. He swiftly removed his glasses, tossing them aside without a second thought, and this time—

His lips went straight for your neck, which, unbeknownst to you, had looked so enticing to him all evening.

"Hahh..." His breathy grunts were hot against your skin and his touch no longer gentle but firm and possessive. His mouth moved with a mix of hunger and desperation, and you struggled to contain the moans as his hands slipped inside your dress, and his fingers—

A shiver ran down your spine when he spread your legs, and you couldn’t help the titillating gasp that escaped when inserted his two of his fingers in you all at once, edging you.

"Ungh, ngh! Hah—" Your body jerked and you clung to him, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. Zayne wasn't usually this brash, but tonight it was as if a screw had come loose.

"Louder," he commanded in your ear, and your heart pounded at his authoritative voice. He pushed his digits deeper as if punishing you, that you yelped. "Do not hold back."

He lifted you by your waist, effortlessly pressing you against the small table by the window. You were on the 20th floor, the world below far out of sight, but the thought that anyone might catch a glimpse was somehow... thrilling.

"I-I'm close—" you stammered, and the moment you did, your husband vigorously moved his fingers inside your squelching folds, "A-ah!"

The room felt smaller, the air thicker. The way your walls took his fingers alone made your thoughts scatter, and when you came undone on him, you latched onto him, your head resting against his chest as your breaths came in shaky, uneven gasps. "Z-Zayne... please..."

He pulled out his fingers, looked at your cum coating them, and brought them to your lips. You, still trembling, sucked the essence off with teary eyes.

Sweaty, disheveled, lips swollen and cheeks flushed... how he had reduced you into this state was gratifying.

Zayne’s gaze darkened, his breath heavy as he stared down at you. "Are you ready to take me now?"

You nodded.

He gave you a small smirk, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw gently. "Good girl."

He lifted you over to the bed, and you gasped in surprise as he tossed you onto the soft sheets, the motion quick but not unkind. You barely had time to react before his intense gaze locked onto yours, his presence domineering above you.

“Spread your legs.”

Was this man really your husband? Sometimes, you still struggled to reconcile the tender part of him and the man consumed by a unrestrained intensity before you now.

By now you had swallowed all shame and did so. You wanted to look away, but then unable to when the sight before you caught your breath—

All the while, he had his eyes on you. Zayne pulled at his tie with deliberate intent, then he shed his suit pieces, casting them to the floor with a casual abandon, before undoing the remaining buttons of his shirt, revealing his bare chest altogether.

Your husband looks so hot. The way he gazed at you throughout it all too...

He glanced at the space between your legs. “Wider.”

You complied, letting your face burn impossibly hotter, anticipating him.

He eased in slowly, starting with just the tip. You whimpered at the intrusion.

"Hurts?" he questioned with a frown.

"No," you refuted quickly, desire too burning in your gaze as you met his eyes. "I can take more."

You arched your back as Zayne sank deeper, his full length filling you. A moan tumbled from your lips as your walls clenched in response, and he pushed himself completely inside you.

"Hah..." You inhaled sharply, giving yourself a moment to adjust to his entire length, and seeing you like that, your husband cradled the side of your face with his palm.

"So beautiful..." Zayne whispered, his glazed gray-hazel eyes fixed on your spent face. His other hand clasped yours, pinning it beside your head. "My wife... is so incredibly beautiful."

It was heart-fluttering to know that your husband found you pretty. Everyone might compliment you the same way, but his were the only one that truly mattered. After seven years of marriage, your heart still skipped a beat every time he held your gaze like this.

Without warning, Zayne started to move his hips. Your moans got louder and unabashed as his movements were slow at first, before he picked up the pace and thrusted in and out of you with fervor.

"Ahhh!" You threw your head back as his thick cock messily dragged itself against your walls. In, out, in out— Stars began to blur your vision, your nails digging into his shoulder as you reached for him.

You could see that excited glint in his eyes, the lust exploding at the sight of you. He watched you intently, savoring the way unbound desire twisted your face, each mewl you made filling the air. Your thoughts turned into puzzle pieces—

Thrust. So full, you are.

Thrust. What if... this time— you become pregnant again?

Thrust. That would be... nice. You can call it “New Years’ baby.”

Everything was incoherent. Teetering on the edge of consciousness, each hit to that one spot sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, pushing you to the brink of tears and screams.

Then, unexpectedly, he reached his climax first. His cum shot through, filling your womb to the brim in spurts after spurts, and you cried, trembling beneath him. Your release followed suit though, and you went limp in the aftermath.

Zayne collapsed on top of you and you wrapped your arms around him, burying your head in the crook of his neck, his name still falling off your lips as a whisper in his ear, a gentle song laced within moans. He kissed your neck, your shoulder, panting heavily against you.

“I love you.”

The world outside seemed to fade, leaving only the two of you in a tangled web of desire.

The first thing he heard was your whimper.

With a groan, Zayne cracked his eyes open the morning after, instantly recognizing the dull ache in his head—it was a hangover. But before he could press his hands to his temples, his gaze fell on you, curled up in a blanket next to him.

And the whimper came again, and it tugged at something deep inside him.

“What’s... wrong?” he asked in a groggy voice, turning toward you, his hand instinctively reaching for you despite the pounding headache. “Are you alright...?”

You blinked up at him, a flicker of resentment in your gaze, and Zayne gathered you into his arms. The events of last night came back to him in fragments, and realization dawned on him.

“Are you... sore?” he murmured, concern edging his tone.

“I hate you,” you retorted in a scratchy voice, mushing your head in his shoulder. Zayne widened in slight surprise, pulling you closer into his embrace.

“Is that it...? I’m sorry...”

He gently patted your head and back, trying to soothe you. The sight of you—vulnerable and distressed—made his heart tighten with a pang of guilt. Just how rough had he been with you last night?

“There, there, it’ll pass...” he said quietly, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “It’s normal... because we went longer and more vigorous than usual... Probably just mild irritation in your—”

“Don’t pull medical facts on me,” you muttered sullenly, weakly punching his chest. A smile made its way to his face at your mini attack.

“But it’s true though?”

How endearing. He couldn’t help but feel a warmth in his chest, his heart softening at the sight of you, even in your grumpy state.

And in that moment, Zayne thought, nothing could've possibly ever shatter his world ever again.

[lxvvie]

Simon who made himself your birthday present.

'Cause fuck it, nothing ventured, nothing gained, yeah?

It was actually a spur-of-the-moment thing, sweetheart. It was your birthday, he said happy birthday, you joked that you hadn't received your present yet, and Simon, smooth operator that he is not, responded with, "S'right here, luv."

Oh... shit.

Silence ensues. You blinked in surprise and Simon gave you an even stare. However, he was punching the fuck out of himself mentally because what the fook, Riley?! Didn't last long though because your surprise turned into interest and interest turned into... well...

...Simon naked, on your bed, and under you. Again. Bloody fuckin' hell, him and his mouth.

Not that he's complaining. Not really. Too busy fucking and sucking, and Christ, he's lost track of how much you used him, the things you did to him, the noises you pulled from him, and all the times he came; one thing's for certain, though, he won't forget you marking his thighs up (thank fuck for pants because his thighs are a fuckin' roadmap thanks to you) turning him into a Simon Sundae because you "wanted something sweet to eat", and just... goddamn, leaving him a sweaty, sticky, speechless, and well and truly fucked out mess.

Simon couldn't even smoke, he was so fucked out, but damn if it didn't feel good. Grumpy bastard would be riding this high for a bit. Not even Johnny and the rest of those fuckin' knobheads on base could bring him down. For long.

Simon finds himself the little spoon to your big spoon afterward; you're thanking him, running your hands over his sensitive body, kissing his temple, and praising him for holding on like the good soldier and slag that he is. Simon's fallen so fuckin' deep he's on his knees for you.

"We should do this more often."

A beat. Then he groans.

"Oh, fuck me..."

Simon felt your smirk against his skin. You didn't need to be told twice.

[ivyues]

Laptop Delivery - Bang Chan

Practice got a little more eventful thanks to an forgotten laptop.

It was a peaceful morning. Fresh from your shower, you padded into your kitchen, planning to grab a quick breakfast before heading to uni. But something on the counter stopped you in your tracks – Chris' laptop.  

Your heart sank. He’d stayed over last night but had to leave early for dance practice. The sight of his laptop sitting on the counter screamed trouble. Normally, he wouldn’t bring it over – it was too precious, filled with tracks, demos, and other vital material for the group. You knew his schedule was packed, and forgetting something this important could only mean bad news.

You snapped a picture of it and sent it to him with the caption:

"Forgot something?”

Still, you couldn’t shake the thought that it might be much more important. Without hesitation, you called him, even though you knew he was at practice.  

After a few rings, he picked up, slightly breathless. "Hey, baby. I’m… kinda at practice right now – what’s up?"  

"Did you leave your laptop here on purpose?" you asked, though you already knew the answer.  

"What?" His voice was sharp with confusion. "No, I thought I— wait, let me check the picture you send me."  

A muffled curse followed as realization hit. "Oh shit, no. I’ve got a meeting with some producers right after practice. I can’t believe I left it there." His tone was laced with stress.  

Chris hesitated. "I—" he started, then stopped himself. You could almost hear the gears turning in his head. He was probably considering rushing back to your place after practice, which would make him late for the meeting. Worse, you wouldn’t even be there to open the door since you'd already be at uni by then.

"I… could… bring it to you," you offered cautiously, knowing what value the device had to the group.  

"Really? Would that be possible?" His voice softened, a mixture of relief and guilt.  

"Yeah, but I’d have to leave now. I still have uni today," you said, already moving to grab your things.  

"Ah, that's amazing. You're an angel," he said warmly. "I’ll text you the room number."  

Skipping breakfast, you grabbed his laptop and headed out. On the way, you planned to stop by a bakery for something quick after the delivery, before heading straight to class.  

-----

At the JYP building, you knocked lightly on the practice room door, despite Chris’ text saying you could walk right in. The door opened to reveal Felix, his face lighting up with a grin.  

"Hey!" he greeted, pulling you into a quick hug.  

"Hi, Lix," you replied with a small smile. From across the room, Chris’s head shot up, his eyes locking on you. Relief and affection softened his expression as he quickly made his way towards you.  

"Hey," he murmured, stopping just in front of you.  

"Hi," you replied, reaching into your bag to pull out his laptop. As soon as the sleek silver device emerged, the room fell silent.  

The members froze, eyes wide. It wasn’t just a laptop to them; they knew what was inside – tracks, demos, lyrics, everything. The fact that you were holding it was proof of something bigger: the trust Chris had in you.

But before anyone could speak, Chris gently pulled you into the room, his fingers brushing your cheeks as he softly pulled your mask down.  

And then, he kissed you.  

It was natural, familia – something the two of you had done countless times before. But here, in the quiet practice room, with – unbeknownst to you – all eyes on you, it felt different. His lips were warm and soft, a silent expression of gratitude and love.  

The members didn’t move, still processing what they were seeing. None of them had expected this. Sure, they knew how much Chris cared about you, but seeing it displayed so openly caught them off guard.  

When he finally pulled back, his ears burned red, and he muttered a sheepish "I’ll call you later, okay? Thanks again.”, as he took the laptop from your hands.  

You, cheeks blazing, barely managed a nod as you stepped back. The silence lingered for a beat longer before you mumbled, Y-yeah. Bye, everyone.”

You turned and left, closing the door behind you.  

The moment the door clicked shut, chaos erupted.  

"YAH, HYUNG!"  

"I can't believe you just did that!"

"PDA MUCH?!”

"Channie hyung, what was that?!"

"Wow, so smooth. Too bad your ears give you away."  

Outside, you heard the screaming teasing very clearly and couldn’t help but smile, your cheeks still burning as you walked down the hallway. Chris could handle the teasing – he brought it upon himself after all.  

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[txrully]

hii can I request blue lock boys comforting their s/o thats on her period? (if your uncomfy w this than jst ignore it)

Thank you! 💕💕

YOU'RE MY COMFORT!

·˚ ༘ ꒱ summary when they comfort their s/o who's on her period

·˚ ༘ ꒱ characters isagi yoichi , bachira meguru , itoshi rin , nagi seishiro , mikage reo , chigiri hyoma , hiori yo , shidou ryusei , itoshi sae , michael kaiser , alexis ness

·˚ ༘ ꒱ warning fem!reader implied , lowercase intended

·˚ ༘ ꒱ a/n eeeek i took a kinda long hiatus after exams so sorry this was late- TT

·˚ ༘ ꒱ isagi yoichi

isagi would be so sweettttt. like he’s 100% the type to google how to make your girlfriend feel better on her period and then go overboard. he shows up at your door with snacks, a hot water bottle, and a look of absolute determination.

“babe, i got chocolate, tea, and this random teddy bear i found. will that help??”

he also tries to distract you with soccer highlights and ends up ranting about strategy while you just cuddle into him. lwk adorable.

"yoichi, i don’t need all this, i’m fine—"

"nope. it’s my job to make sure you’re 100% okay!"

"…you’re too much."

"too much in love with you? absolutely."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ bachira meguru

bachira treats your period like it’s an adventure. he calls it “battle week” and declares himself your knight in shining armor. he’s running around like a maniac, making you laugh so hard you forget the pain.

he also makes you random art to cheer you up. one time, he drew a stick figure comic of you fighting a “period dragon” with a sword made of chocolate. you almost cried laughing.

"meguru, what is this??"

"you slaying your period. literally."

"you’re so dumb… but i love it."

"mission accomplished!!!!! >:D "

·˚ ༘ ꒱ itoshi rin

rin is… awkward. but he triessss. when you first tell him, he just blinks and goes, "okay. what do you need?" and when you say “nothing,” he goes into silent problem-solving mode.

he might not say much, but he’ll keep you company, bring you your favorite drinks, and make sure you’re comfortable. he’s like a walking checklist. it’s so sweet how seriously he takes it.

"rin, you don’t have to—"

"you said you have a headache, so i’m staying until it stops."

"you’re so stubborn-"

"you’re welcome."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ nagi seishiro

nagi is… so chill. you tell him you’re on your period, and he’s like, "oh. okay. do you wanna nap?" because in his mind, that fixes everything.

but the second you actually need something? he’s ( surprisingly ) up and moving faster than you thought possible. he’ll even let you steal his hoodie and hog all the blankets.

"sei, can you pass me the—"

"already got it. now come back to bed."

"why are you so good at this???"

"because i'm used to this by now."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ mikage reo

reo treats it like a high-stakes situation. he buys you EVERYTHING—snacks, heating pads, your favorite drinks, and even a blanket that looks like a giant burrito.

“what else do you need? should i call a doctor? a masseuse? build you a pillow fort?”

he’s over the top ( *cough* more than usual *cough* ), but it’s so sweet you can’t even be mad.

"reo, you don’t need to do all this—"

"yes, i do. you’re in pain, and i don’t like it."

"you’re insane."

"insanely in love with you, yep."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ chigiri hyoma

chigiri is so calm and collected about it. he’s like, “i got this.” he makes you tea, rubs your back, and lets you vent about how annoying it all is.

he also takes you on peaceful walks or sits with you by the window, brushing your hair and talking about random things to keep your mind off the cramps. it’s giving romance movie vibes.

"hyoma, you’re like… weirdly good at this."

"i have a sister. i’ve trained for this moment."

"oh my god, of course you have."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ hiori yo

hiori is the gentlest bean. he’s like, “do you need anything? want me to get you soup? should we watch your favorite movie?” he’s so soft and accommodating, it’s almost ridiculous.

he also writes you little notes to cheer you up, like: “you’re stronger than cramps 💪 i believe in you!!”

"hiori, this note is so cheesy—"

"but did it make you smile?"

"…yeah, it did."

"then it worked. :D "

·˚ ༘ ꒱ shidou ryusei

shidou is chaotic as ever, but surprisingly… thoughtful? he shows up with junk food, a heating pad, and an attitude like, “let’s beat this period’s ass together.”

he’s also the type to jokingly pick a fight with your u t e r u s ( you read that right ), yelling things like: “how dare you hurt my girl?! square up, you coward!” it’s dumb, but it works.

"ryu, stop yelling at my uterus—"

"not until it apologizes."

"you’re so stupid."

"but you’re laughing, so i win."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ itoshi sae

sae is quietly attentive. he doesn’t say much, but he notices everything—like the way you hold your stomach or wince when you move. suddenly, you’ve got a hot water bottle and your favorite drink in your hand, no explanation needed.

he’ll sit with you in comfortable silence, scrolling on his phone until you’re ready to talk. it’s subtle, but you feel so cared for.

"sae, you didn’t have to get all this—"

"you’re in pain. of course i did."

"…thanks."

"don’t mention it."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ michael kaiser

kaiser is so dramatic about it. the second you tell him, he’s like, “mein gott, my poor love! what can i do?!” he acts like you're about to be taken from him.

but honestly? he’s surprisingly good at making you laugh and keeping your spirits up. he’ll even let you boss him around for the day.

"michael, stop being so dramatic—"

"i can’t help it! your pain is my pain!"

"you’re ridiculous."

"and you love me for it."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ alexis ness

ness is the sweetest little bean. he immediately offers to make you tea and snuggle on the couch with your favorite blanket. he’s like a human heater—so warm and comforting.

he also sends you texts like, “you’re doing amazing, sweetheart 💖 cramps don’t stand a chance against you!” pure angel.

"ness, you’re being so extra—"

"only because you deserve it!"

"you’re such a dork."

"your dork 🥰."

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Sonic: We’re lost. Stone: No, we're not… We’re just a little off course, but nothing a map can’t fix. Doctor, could you hand me the map, please? Robotnik: …Why me? Stone: Because you brought it. Robotnik: No, I didn't. Shadow: Didn’t we agree you’d grab it? Robotnik: Yes, and I did grab it while waiting for you back at home. Nobody said anything about bringing it. Sonic: How can someone be smart and stupid at the same time? Robotnik: I hate to agree with this guy, Stone, but forgetting the map is something else. Stone: …Okay. It’s fine, no problem. We still have the compass. Everyone: … … … Stone: Ivo. Please. Tell me you didn’t forget the compass too. Robotnik: I didn’t forget the compass. Stone [sighs with a smile]: Oh, thank goodness. Where is it? Robotnik: I think I saw it on the coffee table before we left. Sonic [to Stone]: Regretting your day in the nature with no electronics yet? Stone: Ivo, you just said you didn't forget the compass. Robotnik: Well, you told me to tell you I didn’t forget it! Shadow: For the love of… Robotnik: Jeez, either I suddenly don’t understand English, or your IQ is dropping by the second. Shadow: What’s dropping is our body temperature. The sun’s going down, and we’re going to freeze thanks to you. Stone [takes in a deep breath]: Okay, okay, everyone calm down… Look, we’ll build a fire, it's okay. [starts gathering supplies]: Kids, watch closely. This is an ancient technique, you’re about to see a man create fire with his own two hands! [Half an hour later, Stone is still trying to start a fire with a stick. Shadow and Sonic are wrapped in a shared blanket, while Robotnik sits with a blanket draped over his shoulders, leaning against a tree.] Sonic: I can see my breath. Stone: Kid, this is hard, okay? Wanna try it yourself?! Sonic: I actually do! Stone: Well, too bad, I want to do it! Robotnik: Stop giving Stone a hard time. At least he has ideas and is trying. Stone: Thank you, Iv--What the hell is that…? Robotnik [lighting a cigarette with a lighter]: Yes, I know I promised I’d quit smoking, but when you told me we were spending the day in the wilderness with your little freak and the blue thing, I figured I’d better bring this. Just in case. Got a chill just thinking about it, you know? Sonic: A chill??? The only chill here is the one we’re feeling because of you! Shadow: Why didn’t you say you had a lighter?! Sonic: And how are you more of a nuisance now that you’re reformed than when you were a self-proclaimed villain?! Robotnik: Stone, the kids are disrespecting me in front of the wildlife. Shadow: Yes, in front of Yogi Bear... Stone: Ivo… [about to snap]: You’ve been watching me shred my hands for half an hour, and it didn’t occur to you to mention you had a lighter!? Robotnik: What would I know, Stone. You just seemed so excited doing your little ancestral thing or whatever the hell that was-- Stone [snatches the lighter angrily] Robotnik: Everything I do is wrong in your eyes, isn’t it? Sometimes I think you getting mad at me is your new hobby.

[sunrizef1]

The Truth in Pretending

Pairing: Logan Sargeant x Fem!Reader

Warnings: umeployed!logan, Williams racing

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: Logan is on the brink of losing his seat. Maybe a relationship with a famous singer would help him keep it.

ynln

📍New York City, New York

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ynln life lately 💕

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user1 my baby

user2 diva core

user3 I am feral for this woman

user4 new music when??????

user5 real 😭

oliviarodrigo beautiful girl 😘

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ynln no, you 🫶

user6 I love her

user7 MY BAEEEEE

user8 I need new music

user9 how can I relate this post to rep tv

user10 that cat is so real cuz I would act the same way if I met y/n

sabrinacarpenter 💕

ynln 💕

user11 looked in the mirror and sighed

user12 need her

user13 Taylor liked

user14 god PLEASE

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sabrinacarpenter

u could say that again 😮‍💨

never taking another tequila shot again 🤮

ynln

It wasn’t *that* bad

I’ve only thrown up twice this morning 🤷‍♀️

sabrinacarpenter

well, don’t look at me for blame

we needed to celebrate your last day of independence

ynln

That’s not what that was

I’m sure he’s wonderful

sabrinacarpenter

hmm

he’ll have to win me over

I’m not convinced

Especially since it’s his team making you do this

ynln

I could’ve said no

sabrinacarpenter

but u didn’t

Cuz u were pressured into it

it’s not hard to tell

I litteraly have a whole song about not being a mind-reader and even I could tell

ynln

wtvr

it’s fine, really

sabrinacarpenter

have u even met him

ynln

We meet today

sabrinacarpenter

Good luck, soldier 🫡

you’ll need it 💋

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logansargeant

who took this?

ynln

lily!

she was walking with Alex behind us on the way out

logansargeant

oh, I didn’t know they were there

it’s a cute picture

ynln

you rly think so?

logansargeant

I like it, at least

ynln

don’t worry

I do too

logansargeant

thanks for coming btw

you didn’t have to

ynln

I mean, technically I was contractually obligated to

but I had fun

I’m glad I came

logansargeant

but I finished p20

sorry I couldn’t make your first race more exciting

I fear it will be a lot of p20 this season

ynln

Logan, it’s fine

I know nothing about f1

I was just having fun watching you race

logansargeant

so I take it you liked your first race?

ynln

I did!

lily might just be my new favorite person

Don’t tell Sabrina I said that

logansargeant

I don’t have any way to do that so I think you’re safe

I’m getting nervous you might like lily more than you like me

I mean, ur not contractually obligated to hang out with her

ynln

lol

we might be a contract but I do like you lo

dw

logansargeant

good to know

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ew, nerds

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ynln

hi :)

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logansargeant

do u maybe have extra shampoo in your hotel room…?

I don’t have any

ynln

oh my sweet angel logan

I don’t use hotel shampoo

You can have all of mine

logansargeant

oh yay

can u bring it over

ynln

yeah I got you

what room are you

logansargeant

4567

ynln

Oh you’re just down the hall

I’ll be over in a min

logansargeant

thank you :)

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sabrinacarpenter

oh my poor baby

stuck in England for American independence day

ynln

I think I’ll survive 🤷‍♀️

sabrinacarpenter

oh?

ynln

yeah

I mean I have this lovely little puppy for company

sabrinacarpenter

who’s dog is that?

ynln

Logan’s

sabrinacarpenter

ugh

not him

ynln

He’s wonderful

sabrinacarpenter

hmmmm

I’m not convinced

ynln

well I am

sabrinacarpenter

oh!

you’re not into him, r u?

ynln

Nope

he’s just rly nice sab

sabrinacarpenter

mmmm

ynln

well I have a 4th of July party to get ready for

bye sab

sabrinacarpenter

don’t think I didn’t notice that ur having a party with Logan when there’s not even anyone around to see it and help your pr

ynln

ur getting blocked

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logansargeant

where’d u goooo ☹️

ynln

lol I’m in the backyard

u good?

logansargeant

yeah, I’m just feeling too patriotic

need to talk to another American

ynln

you’ve been talking to me all day?

logansargeant

well yeah but I can’t go too long without an American or I start to turn British

ynln

lol, come outside

logansargeant

already omw ☺️

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❤️❤️❤️❤️

ynln

❤️❤️❤️❤️

logansargeant

I’m so glad u came :)

ynln

I am too

I meant it when I said I was proud of you

logansargeant

thanks y/n :)

for once, I am too

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ynln happy summer ☀️

packing it up out now 🎧

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user15 AHHHHH

user16 y/n l/n returns to Instagram posts

user17 WAIT THIS SONG IS SO CUTE

user18 I spot Logan!

user19 “I came so close to packing it up but then you happened” 😭

user20 waitttt this is lovely

user21 this is her so high school

taylorswift so good!!! 🙌

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user22 Logan sargeant you have rocked my world

lilymhe I would like photo creds

ynln so sorry guys, lily took the middle photo!!!!

user23 wait the Williams boys vacationed together? 🥺

user24 this is so

logansargeant ☀️

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user25 BOAF OF EM

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logansargeant

idk can you make the plane move faster or something

ynln

Ur so impatient

logansargeant

sry I wanna see my gf who I love or wtvr

ynln

oh?

There’s a couple big steps in that statement

logansargeant

Delete delete delete

how do u delete messages on Instagram

I didn’t say a word

ynln

oh no, dw, I enjoyed it

logansargeant

r u sure?

cus I just figured out how to delete messages

thanks google

ynln

nope

don’t delete it

as ur gf, I think I should get used to that

(+ I love u 2, so the feelings mutual)

logansargeant

oh thank god

I was worried I’d have to disappear off the face of the planet

ynln

oh don’t do that

I haven’t even seen you as your official gf yet

logansargeant

giggling and kicking my feet

ynln

lmfao, shut up 😭

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📍London, England

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user26 I am deeply in love with them

user27 as a Logan fan, I am thankful for this sign of life

user28 love that, instead of using a candid, she used a pic of him at Williams just to put an x over the logo lmfao

user29 she’s so diva, I love it

user30 MY SHAYLAAAA

sabrinacarpenter ig he’s alright

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logansargeant I’m honored

sabrinacarpenter don’t get too cocky, ur still unemployed 🚩

user31 They’re MY Taylor and Travis

user32 I WAS SO CLOSE TO PACKING IT UPPP BUT THATS RIGHT WHEN YOU HAPPENEDDDDDD

taylorswift happy for you!

ynln thanks tay!

user33 HES FREE! WORST EXPERIENCE OF HIS LIFE!

user34 why does my goat look so happy to be fired

user35 if I got to get out of that hellhole and go home to my beautiful girlfriend who writes sweet songs about me, I would also be very happy

logansargeant I love you 😍

ynln lol, I love you too nerd

user36 oh my god they’re so perfect I love them so much

user37 actually let’s talk more about the x over the Williams logo

user38 killatrav liked

user39 ofc he did, this is tayvis 2.0

user40 tayvis this, tayvis that. No, this is my Louis and Olivia.

user41 new albums gonna bang

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[ladykailitha]

The Au Pair Boy Part 10

Just a reminder no posting next week, as I have to recover from the holidays and all the fics I wrote.

Eddie throws a homecoming party and friends get hella pushy, so both Steve and Eddie push back

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Pt 7 Part 8 Part 9

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The next night Eddie threw a coming home party and invited all the people Steve had hired, the D&D boys (Mike and Dustin), and even let Steve bring Robin as his plus one.

As Steve walked in with Robin, he instantly spotted three men he didn’t know. The broad-chested black man was talking to Charles in one corner of the room, while the other two, a heavy set man and a short, curly haired man was talking to Dustin. And judging from how animated they were getting, Steve was gonna bet they were talking about D&D.

He had even had a chance to look for their host, when Eddie came bounding up to them with a big grin on his face.

“Stevie!” he greeted warmly. “You made it! Everyone else is here at the ball, Cinderella. Come, come meet my friends.”

Eddie grabbed Steve’s hand and dragged him over to the two talking with Dustin first. “This is Bri-guy and Gare-bear!”

Steve laughed and shook their hands. “I’m the nanny.”

Eddie bumped their shoulders together. “He’s much more than that, he’s an amazing cook and the girls love him.”

“I’m Brian and this Gareth,” Brian said shaking his head. “And we know all about you. This idiot wouldn’t stop talking about the an–”

Eddie slapped his hand over Brian’s mouth and grinned brightly at Steve. “I think that’s about enough of these two, don’cha think?”

Robin got a twinkle of mischief in her eye. “Not at all. I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Robin, the best friend and platonic soulmate of Steve. We’ve been friends for ages. How long have you known Eddie?”

Gareth grinned at her, sensing a partner in crime. “Oh ages. We all went to high school together. I’m not the original drummer and Bri isn’t the original bassist, but we’re the lightning in the bottle that made Corroded Coffin what it is today.”

Eddie dropped his hand from Brian’s mouth to put his hands on his hips. “How dare!”

Brian and Gareth cackled. And suddenly they were joined but whom Steve assumed was the final member of Corroded Coffin, Jeff Lawrence.

“Are we all picking on Eddie?” he asked gleefully.

“No!” Eddie and Steve cried at the same time the other three cried, “Yes!”

Jeff snapped his fingers. “Ooh! I like her! Jeff, the better guitarist of Corroded Coffin and its lead singer.”

Eddie pushed Jeff. “Oh get out. Only for the last album when we were trying something different. It was not something the fans liked. Asshole.”

“I’ve got to tease you, man,” Jeff huffed with a grin. “It’s so easy!”

“This is Jeffy,” Eddie groused, folding his arms like a scolded toddler. “Meet Steve and Robin.”

“Nice to put a name to the faces,” Jeff said with a charming grin. “Eddie talked all about Steve so Robin’s name came up a lot.”

Steve blushed, but Robin grinned.

“Glad to hear I made it to the dispatch notes,” she said, then turned to Eddie. “I’ve got to say, I really love this house. It looks like it stepped out of pages of a gothic horror film. It’s awesome!”

Eddie took a bow. “Why thank you, my lady!” He looked around his house proudly. “That was the look I was going for. I can’t stand all this sterile white, grey, and beige bullshit that is in vogue right now. Give me color and character!”

“Have you seen what Steve’s done to his room yet?” Robin asked cheerfully, knowing full well what she was insinuating.

Eddie flushed a bright pink, shoving his hair in face to hide the blush and Steve stared at her in wide-eye, slack-jawed shock.

“Robin!” he hissed, flapping his hands at her in embarrassment and dismay.

She grinned at him unrepentantly, folding her arms over her chest and sitting back to see what Eddie would say.

“I–I um...” he coughed. “I haven’t had the opportunity to see how Steve spruced up the place, no.”

“Robin,” Steve said low and deep in warning. “Eddie hasn’t had a reason to see my rooms yet as he’s only been home for thirty-six hours.”

Robin just batted her eyelashes at him innocently. “I would have thought he would have wanted to see what you did to the rooms he’s letting you use in his house.”

The other three members of the band were falling over each other, just cackling over this exchange. Steve was red from the tips of his ears all the way down the dip in his collar. Eddie’s mind tried to follow the thought of how much further the blush went. He didn’t have to think about it long as Steve grabbed Robin and hauled her off elsewhere.

He turned to his friends. “Oh shut it. Assholes.”

“Dude,” Jeff said breathlessly clutching his sides, “like that was the most pathetic thing I’ve ever witnessed and that includes the time Gareth tried to hit on the supermodel that last Grammy’s.”

“Hey!” Gareth huffed. “I got a date out of that, I’ll have you know!”

Brian put his arm around Gareth’s shoulder. “After I told her that you weren’t as big an ass as that interaction displayed. She was going to lose your number, man.”

Gareth folded his arms and pouted. “I hate you both.”

“But seriously, Ed,” Jeff said turning his attention back to Eddie who had been trying to slip away from them before they noticed he was gone.

He failed.

“It’s obvious he has the hots for you,” Jeff continued, “so why aren’t you tapping that ass? You wouldn’t shut up about him the whole time we were on tour. It was actually kinda annoying.”

“For real,” Brian agreed. “And please I don’t want to hear how you’re not ready to get out there again after Ethan left, or how you’re paying him to look after you girls because I’ve seen him with them and holy shit they adore him.”

Eddie buried his head in his hands. “Guys, I haven’t been home for forty-eight hours yet. Can you not try and hook me up with my daughters’ nanny for fuck sake?” He peered around Jeff, making sure Steve was out of earshot. “I don’t really know him yet. Yes, we talked a lot about everything during the tour but I haven’t had to live with him under my roof yet. I could hate the way he takes three showers a day or whatever.”

Jeff and Brian shared an exasperated look as Brian threw his hands in the air. “What does that have to do with anything?”

Eddie crossed his arms over his chest and took a step back on one leg. “That maybe if me and Ethan had lived together before we got married, maybe the marriage wouldn’t have blown up like it did.”

It was a small and simple “Oh,” from Jeff, but it encapsulated all the feelings of the three other members of Corroded Coffin.

“Shit,” Gareth hissed, running his fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have pushed but we just wanted you to be happy. And you light up around Steve in a way I haven’t seen you do in years.”

“What would you know?” Eddie spat bitterly. He looked around at all of them. “What would any of you know? You scattered like kids around a broken window the second the band broke up. And where were you when Ethan left? Or when Wayne broke his leg? I appreciated the tour, it really helped me prioritize things. But you don’t get to come into my house and act like you’ve been there the whole fucking time when you haven’t.”

Eddie stormed off, leaving the three of them there with shocked expressions.

“Shit,” Jeff said, hissing out a pained breath. “He’s right. Fuck. He’s right. We should have flown out the second he told us about Ethan. But we kept putting it off until the deal about the tour came around and then suddenly we were interested in his life only when it benefited us.”

Gareth ran his hands down his face and rolled his eyes skyward. “Fuck. What kind of friends have we been? Like we’re all rich enough that hopping on a plane wouldn’t have even dented our fortunes at all. We should have been for the messy divorce and been helping take care of the girls. But what were we even doing that couldn’t have been put on hold?”

“I was the closest,” Jeff huffed. “I was in New York. Hell, I could driven down. But little shit just kept cropping up. Miranda’s health scare. Then she got pregnant and lost the baby. Which were important at the time, but Eddie needed me.”

“I don’t have any excuse,” Gareth said, shaking his head. “Because yeah, I was on the otherside of the world, but Eddie would have flown around the world a dozen times for me, but I couldn’t fly half way.”

Brian’s lip quivered. “My mom got cancer around the time, but I don’t think she would have begrudged me flying out to see Eddie. But I didn’t even give it a second thought.”

Jeff looked around the room for Eddie and spotted him standing next to Steve. Robin wandered off, leaving Steve sitting on a table, ankles crossed, swinging them back and forth, drink in hand as he listened to some story Eddie was telling him.

Jeff continued to watch as Eddie must have said something funny, because Steve threw head back and laughed.

“I think I see the silver lining to our neglect, boys,” he murmured, pointing out the tableau before them.

The other two men turned and looked. Steve was nodding vigorously, big smile on his face as he told his own story to Eddie.

“Because if we had been here to help Eddie around the house,” Jeff continued, “then he wouldn’t have gotten so desperate to hire a male nanny. Yeah, we fucked up. We pushed too hard. But damn boys, look at what grew in that barren wasteland, anyway.”

“So it’s settled,” Brian said, “we’re all staying in Indy to help Eddie and Steve get together, right?”

Gareth nodded. “Damn straight we are. Plus those kids Steve found to play D&D, I’d stick around just to see their style.”

“Looks like Operation: Refriend Eddie is a go, boys,” Jeff said excitedly, putting his arms around both of his friends. “And maybe we’ll get a wedding out of this, too.”

~

Steve had given Robin a good talking to. Like maybe don’t proposition his boss on his behalf before the sheets had even had time to warm up, yeah?

It took some proper talking to her to before she relented and apologized. Then stomped off to find some real booze. Steve knew she was going to raid Eddie’s liquor cabinet, but considering most of it was already out, he didn’t figure Eddie would mind too much.

Then a glass of whiskey was being dangled in front of him. He looked up to see Eddie smiling down at him. Steve took the glass with a murmur of thanks.

“Here’s to interfering best friends!” Steve said raising his glass to Eddie’s.

Eddie clinked their glasses together with wary smile. “I just wish they had been around more before they started interfering in my business. They weren’t around to pick up the pieces, so they don’t get to decide when to change puzzles.”

“Here’s to that.” Steve took a drink. “Robin is just trying to make sure I’m happy and she knows how much I love this place.” He shook his head. “I’m content with being the Au Pair Boy. I don’t need anything else.”

“You are much more than that,” Eddie said fiercely. “My girls love you. You’re special, don’t sell yourself short.”

“I promise.” Steve looked up at him through his eyelashes. “I love those little girls too.”

“Don’t look now,” Eddie said with a grin, “but I think our friends are spying on us.”

Steve took a drink of his whiskey and looked up through his eyelashes and sure enough the Corroded Coffin boys and Robin were all looking over at them, trying to look they weren’t.

“Quick, laugh!” Eddie said and Steve burst out laughing genuinely. “Oh, that was perfect. Good job.”

“Learning the art of actually laughing when you’re supposed to be fake laughing,” Steve said warmly, “is a skill taught to the children of socialites like my mother from birth.”

“I wish they gave you a crash course when you become famous,” Eddie said with a weary smile, “because holy shit it’s like being dumped in a shark tank!”

Steve winced in sympathy. “Yeah, they should teach classes and stuff.”

“Annoying best friends aside,” Eddie murmured. “I’m really glad you’re here.”

Steve looked up into his eyes and smiled fondly. “I am too.”

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[chanranghaeys]

🎥 chemistry read

in which junhui’s casting director gets a little bit too jealous during a chemistry read

pairing: actor!junhui x afab!casting director!reader word count: 2.1k+ genre: hurt, comfort, nsfw rating: r-18. nsfw, mdni! tags: established relationship, JEALOUSY, fluffy ending, reader is mentioned to be smaller than jun, i claim no accuracy over the movie industry processes nsfw warnings: heavy makeout, petting, voyeurism (if you squint?) a/n: mainly inspired by lana condor and noah centineo’s chemistry read for “to all the boys i’ve loved before” and it still lives rent-free in my head because it made me feel so, so many things. also my first nsfw-rated fic oh my. took me a while to make sense of where the story was going but it seemed all roads led to this. credits to @strxwberry-skiess, @diamonddaze01, @haologram, and c for beta reading because this took a village to get out!! thank you bless your souls 🫶

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“Do you believe in the red string of fate?”

“The what?”

“The red string of fate. Have you seriously not heard of it?”

Jun was pulling out all the stops for this one. He had cranked up his charm to the max level evident in the smiles and subtle glances towards her direction. He knew exactly what he was doing.

It was sickening.

You were sitting on the opposite end of the screen in another room. Yes, you chose to go into a separate room today.

“It’s to see the literal on-screen chemistry,” you said. “We can’t have the face-to-face chemistry not translating well on camera.”

Just as well. You’d had enough of them making heart eyes at each other right in front of you anyway.

Today’s schedule was packed with absolutely no time for breaks in between and no time to even sit for a proper meal which you knew you’d only get by the end of the day.

And no time to actually sit down with the actor you were working with—who you were also lucky enough to call your boyfriend.

If you too were an actor, you’d truly believe that Jun was the perfect fit for you. It was something about his carefree presence and easygoing demeanor that turned shy when praises were directed at him no matter how much he deserved it. It was something that made you want to keep rooting for him.

He saw precisely that in you: your unwavering dedication and quiet support, whether in giving him insider tips and tricks to get ahead or letting him run wild with his character at every casting call. It was something he had never seen so strongly in someone during his time as an actor.

“You remind me of my members,” he told you the very first time you had coffee together—as colleagues who were on the verge of becoming something. “They’re my brothers. And I mean that in the best way possible! Not that you’re my brother in the messing around and crazy kind of way,” he quickly added when you raised your eyebrows in question. “I mean in the ‘always being there to stand by your side no matter what’ kind of way.” He sips from his drink nervously. “Don’t ask me to explain please, because I will not stop rambling until I say something even more stupid than I already have.”

You laughed because he’d already rambled more than he usually did. As a casting director, it was your job to match actors to roles that suited them perfectly. But as people, you both could say you did a mighty good job in matching each other’s quirks and freaks.

Professional mode on during work, you two agreed. And you two did very well on that promise.

But bringing her in for the role made it infinitely difficult for you to keep up your end of this deal.

“She’s an old friend of mine! We worked together on one of my very first projects, the small ones I used to tell you about.” He said this when you asked about her. You knew all that already, of course—it was part of your job.

But when the two finally met again in person, you saw it. As a casting director, your professional instincts felt it. You saw it in the way they instantly gravitated to each other, the way their eyes both sparkled, the way their hands naturally connected even after all those years apart.

They were perfect for the role.

And in your head, a small voice continued the thought you didn’t want to touch.

They were perfect for each other.

It was the same voice nagging in your head throughout the duration of the chemistry read. You knew this scene by heart as if you were the one auditioning for the role. You’ve watched how many callbacks and chemistry reads of this scene. And you knew what came next.

After the back-and-forth dialogue was a moment of silence, followed by a lingering gaze, which was sealed with a kiss that escalated to a bed scene. It was a pivotal moment in the film so it had to be perfect.

You’d almost been desensitized to your boyfriend doing such scenes—professional mode on as always. But all that work crumbled the moment you saw their eyes lock onscreen. Slowly, slowly, their faces inched closer together to meet in a kiss.

Your eyes burned. Your fist clenched as you saw his hand fist in her hair. Your jaw tightened when you saw her lips land in the corner of his jaw. And just as he brought her head down on the couch, the director called “Cut!” and you stood up to walk out of the room, not without feeling a stray tear fall down your cheek.

Jun heard the slam of the door and jerked his head toward the sound. That was all it took for him to know what happened.

He wasn't the only one to notice. Jun found the director’s eyes meeting his with a knowing look. “Alright,” the director started. “Well, they don't call it a chemistry read for nothing!” Scattered laughs filled the small room. “Thank you to both of you, that was absolutely amazing.”

The producers took the actress aside for a few words with other managers and staff. Your presence was notably absent.

Before Jun could slip away, he felt a hand on his shoulder. “That was the best read so far,” the director said.

“I know,” and with his eyebrows raised he continued, “I heard the door.”

The director just gave him a lighthearted laugh. “I’m sure we all did. But you know she would agree.”

Jun knew. So while everyone was preoccupied, he glanced at his manager—who already knew what he’d do—and set off to find you. It wasn’t a hard task because he opened the nearest door to the stairwell and found you leaning against the wall.

You met his eyes when you heard the door open, following him and his slight smile until he ended up a short distance beside you with his shoulder against the wall. You were adamant about not wanting him to see you break. You’re a professional, right?

“You know it’s not real,” he starts.

You scoff. “How is it not real when it was right in front of me?”

“Stop that, green isn’t a good color on you.”

“What?” Jarred, you look down at your staple all-black ensemble. “But green’s my favorite color. You told me you liked me in green.”

“Not when it’s green with jealousy.”

It took you two seconds to register what he said. The corner of your mouth twitched involuntarily at the quip. “I am not jealous.”

Jun barely held in a laugh. “Yeah, sure you aren’t.”

“I’m not!”

“Jealous you’re not the one I was kissing?”

“No, I—”

“Jealous you’re not the one I’m holding?” He reaches out and loops his finger through one of your belt loops to pull you closer, closer, until you’re both joined at the hip. He shifts to effectively pin you against the wall with his height. You shiver against his touch when his fingertips graze the base of your neck.

“Now, you stop that,” you breathily let out.

“Stop what?” He asks oh so innocently.

“This.”

“No. Not until I prove to you how real this is.” He grabs ahold of your hand, and places it somewhere you did not expect it to go: right over his clothed crotch.

He was wearing loose slacks, a piece that could easily hide things that need to be hidden. But if there was one thing you did know about Jun is that he gets hard quick and easy and it takes him a while to calm down. With your hand on it, you could feel it was anything but hard.

“You know me. You tell me if that read did anything remotely close to what you do to me.”

You open your mouth to speak, but before you can let out a reply, his lips land on yours. His actions catch you off-guard and you instinctively clutch onto his arms and your last bits of sanity. Just as quick, he breaks away and grabs your hand again to return it to where it came from.

“Keep it here, love. I need you to have the proof in your hands.” He brushes a stray hair from your face, and you see your own desire in his eyes reflected back to you. He leans in, but stops short of your lips, leaving you to chase after his touch. The smirk that followed was telling of his thoughts. He was teasing you. God.

You had no more patience for his fun and games. You could feel the pent-up frustration building. Whether from anger or sexual arousal, the line has been blurred irrevocably. With your free hand, you latch onto his hair and pull him in aggressively into an open-mouthed kiss.

It was at this moment that you both decided to think “fuck it” to all modes of professionalism.

He takes advantage of your open mouth and wastes no time diving deeper. You find yourself reciprocating his kisses, pulling him in closer as if recreating the scene you watched him do but making sure it was imprinted with your mark on him.

“I love you.” You hear it whispered, feel it muttered against your lips. “I love you, and only you,” he continues in between kisses. “I love you.”

And there it is: the proof you could feel quite literally in your hand, at the crux between his legs. If you weren’t too in the heat of the moment, you could almost laugh. He decided to prove his loyalty to you by showing that he did not get a boner during the chemistry read. It was your lips and your hands, and yours only, that could do this to him. It was peak Junhui.

But now, you were only aroused beyond comprehension, apparent in the pit of your core and the slick pooling in your panties. You squeeze him through his slacks and he moans lewdly in your mouth, echoing in the empty stairwell bearing witness to this obscenity.

He starts kissing and licking down your neck as you feel his hands snake under your blouse and your bra to squeeze in return, earning a gasp from your swollen mouth. You fist the hand you had in his hair tighter, fully aware that you are indeed messing it up and you will very much get a word from his stylist about this.

Your ringtone effectively silenced all other sounds you both made before things could go any further. You both stopped to look at each other with expressions that were hard to decipher whether in alarm or in exhilaration.

“Hello?”

You hear your director on the other end. “So have you two kissed and made up yet? Not literally, I hope.”

From the corner of your eye, Jun chuckled. You cleared your throat, but your voice was still a pitch too high when you replied, “Yeah, we’re good.”

“Alright, now come on back here. We have dinner prepared for everyone, including the new girl. We still need to talk about her.”

“Got it, boss.”

“Now, okay? We’ve been stalling for you two.”

Ah, shit. “Okay. On the way.” You dropped the call and looked at Jun leaning back against the wall, whose hair he managed to salvage and whose clothes were almost presentable. You couldn’t say the same for your half-open jeans and messed-up lipstick.

Wordlessly, he pulls you in and helps tidy you up—fixing your hair as you put your clothes back together and wipe off the stray lipstick from your face.

“For the record,” he says as he tucks your hair behind your ear, “whatever chemistry you see on the screen is only because I have you in my head to draw inspiration from. There’s a reason why people close their eyes when they kiss. It’s you I see every time.”

You usually love it when Junhui rambles like this. You still do now, but you also recall his “green with jealousy” line and it fills you with embarrassment.

“It’s just…it looked so real. It felt so real. That was the best chemistry read out of all of them.”

“So I was told earlier.”

“It made me feel so many things.” The exasperation was evident in your voice.

He takes your hands this time and holds them tight. “I’ll make you feel even more things, I’m sure. But I will not let you forget that I will make you feel loved the most. Okay?”

You sigh. You love him. “I love you, Jun.”

“I love you, too.” He raises a hand to press a kiss on your knuckles.

“Also remind me to call building security. I must tell them to delete that footage from the stairwell.”

Jun gives you a quiet smile, one full of mischief. “Not without securing a copy first. For me. Please?”

“I thought we were professionals!”

“We could add professional rule-breakers to that title, you know.”

Hmm. You reconsider his request. Yep, you could definitely match his freak. Perfect chemistry.

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[niwaart]

Doctor! Male! Reader X Batfam (part1, part2, part3, part4.....)

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Part4

It's rare for Y/N to show weakness, only in front of the kids, but in front of others? He would be sarcastic, laugh and joke around and wouldn't show the slightest weakness, but now Y/N wonders what he did wrong to have such a bad day. What happened?

Well... It all started in the morning while Y/N was doing morning exercises with the kids. "1....2....99..." Y/N said while doing push-ups. "Hey! You're cheating! How did you get to 99 in a second?!" One of the kids sitting next to Y/N said.

"Well... How am I supposed to get to 99 with all of you on top of me like this? I can barely move my arms!" Y/N grumbled and complained as he carried three kids on his back.

"How can you protect us when you can't even carry us!" said a little girl who was also on his back.

Y/N's arms gave out from exhaustion so his face fell to the ground. "Maybe I should cut down on giving you sweets...". While the kids were arguing with Y/N, one of Y/N's assistants walked in. "Y/N... even though I hate it when kids stop you from hitting you, you have an appointment with someone..." Y/N looked at his assistant with a hurt and betrayed look. "You're so evil Sammy... hmm? I'm sure my schedule is clear now, is there a new appointment?" Y/N looked at Sammy in confusion. "Yeah, I would have rejected him if he wasn't from the Wayne family." Sammy said as Y/N froze for a second. "Huh? Is Bruce Wayne here again?" Y/N said in surprise. "Um, no, actually it's Tim Drake." Sammy said as he looked at Y/N who started to get up from the floor and carry the kids off his back. "Where is he?" Y/N headed out of the kids' playroom. "In your office, Doctor." Sammy walked right behind Y/N as they headed towards Y/N's office. Y/N entered his office to find his current guest or patient sitting in front of his desk.... Calm, and looking like a prestigious figure, black suit, styled hair, even his sitting was elegant! "Sammy bring me an orange juice please." Y/N said to his assistant who left immediately, Sammy knew very well what it meant to bring me orange juice, it meant that Y/N would have a severe headache after this. Y/N entered the office and sat in his chair.

Y/N leaned back in his chair, arms crossed as he watched Tim Drake, who sat perfectly still, exuding an aura of intelligence and sophistication. Y/N raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

“So, Mr. Drake, what do I owe you the honor of visiting? Are you here to tell me that I won the Wayne Family Lottery or something?” Y/N smiled.

Tim chuckled lightly, adjusting his tie. “Not exactly. I’m here on behalf of Bruce. He wants you to join us for dinner at the Wayne Manor.”

Y/N let out a laugh that echoed throughout the room. “Dinner? At the Wayne Manor? Do I look like someone who fits all the tableware and formal dining etiquette?” He shook his head. “No, thanks for the offer, but I’m fine here in my humble little life.”

Tim remained unfazed, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “No need to make a quick decision. It’s just dinner. No pressure.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow in doubt. “Well, sure. Dinner with a billionaire and his seven kids sounds pretty cozy.” He leaned forward on his desk, resting his chin on his hand. “Let me guess, there’s a secret agenda behind this, right? Let me save you the trouble: I’m not interested in any family strengthening sessions or talk of inheritance. I like my life as it is.”

Tim watched Y/N carefully, noticing his relaxed demeanor and cheerful tone. He decided to change his approach. “Well, no family strengthening talk. But… what if I told you there would be cake?”

Y/N froze. His wry smile faded for a split second, but he quickly covered it up with a wry laugh. “Oh, please. Do you think a simple cake would be enough to tempt me? I’ve survived years of hospital cafeteria food; I’m practically immune to temptation.” How did he know I liked sweets? That’s suspicious.

Tim leaned forward, his voice calm and confident. “Not just any cake. Alfred’s cake. Triple-layer chocolate with ganache filling and caramel drippings.” He paused for effect. “It’s legendary.”

Y/N’s mouth twitched. His resolve began to waver. He coughed, trying to sound nonchalant. “Pfft. So what? Cake is just sugar and flour. I’m not the sweet-toothed type, you know.”

Tim tilted his head, his gaze sharp. “Are you sure about that? I heard from some of the kids here that you have a stash of candy hidden in your office.”

Y/N gasped dramatically, placing a hand on his chest. “My parents betrayed me! How dare they reveal secrets!”

Tim smiled, realizing that he had tightened his grip on him. “So, what do you say? Come for the cake. Stay for… well, whatever you want. No strings attached.”

Y/N leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, trying to maintain his composure. But the thought of a rich, luxurious cake was hurting him. His stomach betrayed him with a low growl.

He groaned, leaning forward in mock defeat. “Fine. You win, Mr. Suit. I’ll come for the cake. But don’t expect me to stay long or play nice with your little army of siblings.”

Tim smirked, triumphant. “That’s all we ask. I’ll tell Alfred to make an extra slice.”

Y/N gestured at him, muttering under his breath. “The rich and their schemes. I’ll bring my own fork.”

As Tim stood up to leave, he looked back with a sly grin. “Oh, by the way, can I have this lollipop?” Tim was looking at the glass case full of lollipops that sat on Y/N’s desk, specifically at a certain coffee-flavored lollipop.

Y/N laughed and smiled softly this time. “You can have one, feel free.” Tim took the coffee flavored lollipop and then walked out, leaving Y/N to mentally prepare himself for what was sure to be a very... interesting evening at Wayne Manor.

Sammy entered the office moments later with an orange juice. “So, is everything okay?”

Y/N took the juice and sipped it slowly. “I’m not feeling well… I gave in to the cake.”

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That night, Y/N was standing in front of the mirror trying to pick out an outfit for the Wayne Manor dinner, with one thought in his head: “Can I take some cake home with me?”

Maybe the next part about Dick or Damian... or both with Bruce...

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[iamgonnagetyouback]

ivy !! happy holidays !! 🎄✨

could i pretty please request something with regulus and holiday baking ? much love to you babes, thank youuu 🤎

regulus black and the case of the mysterious cookie thief (it’s you)

regulus black x reader where you both bake cookies together...well mostly him

↬ word count : 696 words ˎˊ˗

↬ warnings : regulus being unfairly good at baking, excessive amounts of fluff—handle with care to avoid cavities.

↬ inspired from : these prompts by @scealaiscoite

↬ author's note : nicole!! happy holidays to you too, love!! thank you for the sweetest request! much love right back at you, babes! 🤎

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The kitchen smelled heavenly, the aroma of sugar and butter swirling in the warm air. You sat on the counter, legs swinging lazily, watching as Regulus worked. He moved with effortless precision, measuring out ingredients like he’d been born to do it. The sleeves of his sweater were pushed up to his elbows, and there was a little smudge of flour on his cheek. It was unfair, really, how someone could make baking cookies look this... attractive.

“You’re staring,” he said without looking up, his voice smooth but tinged with something almost bashful.

“Am I?” you replied, tilting your head and letting a smirk tug at your lips. “You sure you’re not just imagining it?”

“I’m sure,” he said, finally meeting your eyes. His cheeks were faintly pink, though he tried to play it cool. “You’ve been staring for the past five minutes.”

You shrugged, leaning back on your hands. “Can you blame me? Watching you bake is like... art. Only better, because there are cookies at the end.”

“Right,” he said dryly, though the faint smile on his lips gave him away. “And here I thought you were going to help.”

“Help?” you echoed, feigning surprise. “Regulus, my job is to be the taste tester. And the moral support. You know, the unsung hero of the operation.”

He rolled his eyes, turning back to the dough. “How selfless of you.”

“I know,” you sighed dramatically. “It’s a thankless job, but someone has to do it.”

He shook his head, muttering something under his breath about how impossible you were. You didn’t miss the way his lips twitched, though, like he was fighting a grin.

“Alright, taste tester,” he said after a moment, holding up a spoonful of dough. “Since you’re so dedicated to your role.”

You leaned forward, taking the bite with a hum of approval. “Mmm. Delicious. But I think it could use... more chocolate chips.”

“Of course you do,” he said, eyeing the bag of chocolate chips suspiciously. “Probably because you’ve eaten half of them already.”

“That’s slander,” you said, crossing your arms. “I’ve eaten, like, a third. Tops.”

“You eat one more handful of chocolate chips,” he said, giving you a pointed look, “and I’m sending you to the shop to buy more.”

You gasped, placing a hand over your heart. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh, I would,” he said, smirking now. “And you’d go, too, because you know I’m the only one who can save this disaster of a baking attempt.”

“Disaster?” you repeated, mock-offended. “Regulus, I’ll have you know I am bringing unparalleled charm to this kitchen. The cookies are practically baking themselves just to impress me.”

He laughed then, a soft, genuine sound that made your chest feel all warm and fizzy. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And yet, here I am,” you shot back, grinning. “Enhancing your baking with my delightful company.”

He glanced at you, and for a moment, his teasing demeanor faltered. There was something softer in his gaze, something that made your stomach flip. “I suppose I can’t argue with that.”

You raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly. “Wait, was that... a compliment? From Regulus Black himself?”

“Don’t let it go to your head,” he said, turning back to the dough, but you didn’t miss the way his blush deepened.

"Too late! It already did." You grinned.

“Just pass me the sugar before I regret letting you stay.”

You handed him the bag, unable to wipe the grin off your face. “Admit it, you’d miss me if I left.”

He didn’t answer right away, focused on the dough. But then, just as he started stirring, he murmured under his breath, “Maybe.”

It was so quiet you almost didn’t hear it. But you did. And it made your heart race.

“What was that?” you teased, leaning closer.

“Nothing,” he said quickly, though the pink on his cheeks gave him away.

You laughed, leaning back on the counter and swinging your legs again. “You’re adorable when you’re flustered, you know that?”

“Just sit there and be quiet,” he muttered, but there was no bite in his words—just a soft, hidden smile that made your chest feel warm all over again.

"Gladly."

[seiwas]

sniff hiccs i’m back begging for mattsun + friends -> lovers + stomach (ALSO ILY)

thanks for sending saint!! sorry i'm getting to this so late, ily 🥺

mattsun + stomach + friends -> lovers

contains: pining mattsun, christmas fluff!, seijoh 4 dynamics bc ofc they are a scheming conniving bunch, kind of ambiguous?? but there is def something, suggestive innuendos, fluff!!!!!!!!

ugly christmas sweaters aren't issei's thing. not one bit.

they're itchy, first and foremost, and you'd think, with something that horrendous, they might as well have some kind of redeeming quality (like wool-soft thermal lining)—but nope, they're equally as uncomfortable as they are ugly.

the hem of this year's sweater, in particular, rides up his disproportionally long torso, making it impossible for him to reach forward or upward for anything. the cuffs of his sleeves land at that awkward length that just barely covers his wrists, leaving his fingertips cold. for issei, an essential criteria of any good sweater is that the sleeves must be long enough for him to pull over his knuckles—a quality that this one definitely does not have.

plus, it's ugly. (did he already mention that?)

"oh shit," takahiro wheezes, holding in his laughter as he reads the text on issei's sweater. he bites down his side comment and nods his head instead, "i respect it."

issei stares at him, deadpan.

since arriving at hajime's apartment for your group's yearly christmas celebration, issei's kept himself confined to the kitchen. there are many reasons for this: one, the alcohol is much easier to refill back here; two, not everyone's arrived yet; and three—

"'unwrap me, baby?'" hajime steps into the space, eyebrow raised as he tilts his head at the very obvious red bow adorning issei's sweater. the gold text on the fabric is even more evident.

"i swear," takahiro tells hajime as he swings an arm around issei's shoulder, "if this isn't his profession of lo―"

"shut the fuck up," the taller male elbows him as hajime chuckles across the room, "it's the stupid theme."

issei hates christmas sweaters, and yet every year, without fail, you manage to rope him in to wearing one away. regardless of its stupid theme.

"well, they should be around ten minutes out," hajime replies, checking the notifications on his smart watch, "so if you plan to… you know…”

issei shrugs, taking another sip from his glass of gin, "s'just a small crush."

but everyone knows it's much more than that.

.

you and tooru arrive with arms full of gifts. one by one, you approach them, present in one hand as you go in for a hug with the other. it's a typical, normal thing you do, but his heart instantly hammers the moment you stand in front of him. the soft smile you give him is one he knows well, and if he wants to be a little hopeful, it's one he thinks you give to him, alone, too.

your arm wraps around issei's waist as you lean in for a hug, the blend of your shampoo and perfume hitting him all at once. the alcohol has done much to ease his mind, but little to dull his senses, his arm instinctively bringing you closer. when you linger in his hold for just that bit longer, all his thoughts turn silent.

everyone’s known of this thing between you and issei for a while; it's hard not to notice after all the years of mutual pining and undeniable chemistry. it’s even gotten to the point that tooru’s added the event of you and issei getting together to his christmas wishlist.

but, you always say you don't think issei sees you like that, because if he did, he would have said something by now. which, to issei's defense, the only reason he hasn't said anything is because the last time someone tried to ask you out, you said, "i'm not looking for a relationship right now."

takahiro argues that it's been a few years since then, and that your answer would have been very different should issei have been the one to ask. but still.

"'santa baby, oh baby yes baby,'" hajime squints at your christmas sweater, reading the words slowly.

"dude, you have to stop reading that shit out loud," takahiro groans.

tooru laughs from the couch, "unwrap me, baby’ and that? cute! you’re talking through your sweaters."

issei's expression remains unbothered as he watches you turn shy, meeting his eyes for a brief moment before walking over to join tooru on the couch.

"at least issei's the only one who takes the themes seriously,” you jokingly huff and pout.

.

issei should have known his friends were up to no good tonight, with the outright teasing and the weird way hajime’s been acting this entire time.

the kitchen is surprisingly full right after dinner; cleanup duty is typically left to you and issei because it’s the only other thing the both of you can do—plus, it makes for a perfect combination: your speediness in cleaning the countertops and his ease in handling dinner plates make for an efficient team.

but tonight, everyone’s seemed to fit themselves into the tiny space, pushing you closer and closer to one another.

“mattsun, can you pass that big bowl in the cupboard?” tooru calls out, pointing at the space overhead.

issei’s gaze follows the direction of his finger, his arm reaching up high to get it.

then, it happens too quickly after that.

from an ‘accidental’ bump to a slight shove, hajime backs up into takahiro who manages to push you out of balance, leading you to cling on to the next best thing to keep you standing—

which just so happens to be issei’s stomach, lean muscles and smooth skin on full display from the way his christmas sweater has ridden up while reaching for the bowl that tooru just so happened to coincidentally ask for.

he shivers almost instantly—whether from the coolness of your fingertips or the plain fact that it’s you, he has yet to determine.

you look flustered, apologising profusely as you turn to move away, but as everyone else seems to exit the space, issei puts his hand over yours to keep you in place.

the action makes you still.

“you okay?” he manages, still a little dazed as his eyes look for yours.

the stare you return is a mixed bag of shock, confusion, and uncertainty—as if you’re not sure if you’re reading into this correctly.

so maybe it’s the alcohol, but when he jokingly asks, “taking ‘unwrapping me’ literally, huh?” while motioning to his sweater, he doesn’t think much beyond the intention of trying to lighten up the mood—of trying to make you laugh despite the awkwardness of the situation.

your eyebrows shoot up briefly before you dissolve into stifled laughs. the hand you’d rested on his stomach relaxes and you feel him do the same, his subtle sigh of relief blowing small wisps of hair away from your forehead.

this is enough for him—just the two of you in the kitchen, laughing over another one of these mishaps like it’s happened plenty of times before (because it has; too many times that he wonders if it’s normal for friends to find themselves in these situations).

but you push it just that bit further and tease him back, snorting as you mimic the words on your sweater, “guess i should say ‘santa baby, oh baby yes baby.’”

and if you both notice the evident hardness pressing into your thigh, neither you nor issei says a thing about it.

a/n: this def crosses a boundary in their friendship and they get together after a few days, just in time for new year’s 😌 unmentioned but reader has also had the fattest crush on mattsun since forever, they’re just really good at hiding it. and reader also thinks that mattsun is just naturally flirty with everyone else (he isn’t).

[luvsyouaria]

Late nights. Pt.1

Frat!Rafe x gf!reader

Pls look up “Frat” on Spotify nd play the first playlist 🙏 istg it’s soo good at like immersing yourself in the story.

Having been there for 3 hours so far, your feet started cramping from you standing continuously. “Was’ up, baby?” — you feel a sickly hand snake around your waist. You quickly turn around only to realize it’s the infamous, JJ. “Just great..” you mumble, allowing your eyes to meet his. “Have you seen Rafe? I saw him early but I guess he just disappeared.” JJ says, removing his hand from your waist and glancing around over the crowd. “Yeah, he’s getting me a drink. He should be back in a sec, why?” You spoke, glancing down at your feet. ‘God they hurt like a bitch bro.’

“ah, I see him..oh- uh, hey y/n just stay here for a sec” JJ spoke, a sense of urgency in his tone. He keeps his eyes on rafe as he snakes through the crowd. Unbothered, as you typically are, you squat down and begin unstrapping your heels. “Fuck me man..g- Get the fuck off me.” You mumble as you undo the lace straps of your heels, finally popping up and holding your heels high. Happy you got them off. In the midsts of you celebrating getting your shoes off, you begin to hear mumbles from the people around you. “Woah.” “Is that Rafe?” “Is that kemper?” “Yo..” “why does Rafe have those?” “Fight!”

“oh shit..” A sternness if your tone. You turn around and begin pushing through the crowd. “Shit shit shit” you said under your breath. As you get to the front of the crowd, you notice the amount of people who circled around Rafe and kemper. Rafe is standing in front of kemp, that look of possession and fury in his eyes. You couldn’t help but lowkey find him crazy attractive in this moment. You knock yourself out of your thoughts and listen to what the two are saying. ”why the fuck..where these in your room kemper?” Rates stern tone sent shivers down even your spine. You watch kemper throw his protective nonchalant persona on. “No idea, Rafe. I don’t know how they got in my room.” He spoke, shrugging his shoulders cockily. You watched rafes semi-calm expression turn to anger. “No idea my ass. Kemp, I swear to god if you don’t tell me how you got these I-“ He stops himself, crumpling the underwear in his hand and bringing his hands up to rest behind his head. “You’ll what, Rafe? You won’t do shit while your girls watching.” He laughs, that sickly smirk creeping onto his lips as he turns to point at me. “Aey, don’t fucking pull me into this shit.” You voiced, raising your hands in defense and taking a step back. Rafe looks up at you. ‘Fuck.’

“You know what? You’re so right, kemp. Cmon. Follow me outside.” Rafe says with a slight chuckle, almost maniac like, he places his hand on kempers shoulder. You notice the slight confusion on his face as he follows your boyfriend out the door. “Alright well that’s that guys! They’re gonna go make out! Get back to the party!” You said, your voice slightly raised. The music begins to play again and you starts gently pushing people away from the door and windows back to the main area. Knowing what your boyfriend is capable of when he’s in that state, you don’t want anyone to have to watch that go down.

Around 20 minutes later, you notice everyone’s heads turning. Again. Rolling your eyes, you turn around and you’re now face to face with your..sexy ass boyfriend. His fists red and bloody, sweat pooling at his forehead, breath heavy. “What the fuck? Are you okay?” “Yes, baby, I’m fine. You ready to go home?” He spoke softly, his eyes never leaving yours. He gently places a firm hand on your lower back. There was something about this state he’s in that never fails to make your stomach fill with butterflies, wishing it was being filled with something else… (tehe)

You nod. He smirks at you, looking down at your feet. “Where are your sh-“ he spoke, interrupted by your best friend, Kaylee, tapping his shoulder and holding out your heels. “Thanks Kay.” You whisper as he takes the shoes from her, grabbing your hand and making your way towards the front door.

(kk guys im so sorry, ik this absolutely sucks fat cock but it’s because I’m fairly new to writing fan fics / oneshots 😔🙏 I’ll be practicing more and trying to improve. If you can give me tips, PLEASE feel free to lmk.) REMINDER: this is only part ONE!

[kanasbinwriting]

I have a req about Crowe TKATB, can you write on how he will react about the MC feeling cold all the time? Btw I love your work and writing, keep up with the good work! <3

CROWE X READER WHO'S ALWAYS FEELING COLD

Thank you so much for your kind words!! They mean a lot to me ^^

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- Is a bit confused at first when you casually mention that you *always* feel cold, but he quickly tries to adapt to it

- He's immediately on your case, asking you if you need something and how he could help you stay warm

- If you haven't seen a doctor already, he would definitely encourage you to do so

- Even if it means dragging you to one

- The first few times you mention that you feel cold or he notices that you're shivering, he scolds himself in his head for not bringing a suitable vest with him

- One time, he did give you his vest, which didn't help at all, but it's the thought that counts

- He always has a spare vest for you in case you forgot yours or you feel colder than usual

- He knows a few different ways to warm you up as well if yk what I mean AH

- Assuming that you're cold to the touch, he'll be literally glued to you during summer

- It seems to me that he wouldn't enjoy great heat, so having you close is a literal blessing for him

- Who needs a fan when you have a partner who's always cold and ready for cuddles

- Crowe would definitely buy you these heat packs with silly pictures on them

- If you like tea, he'd definitely enjoy making tea for both of you to enjoy

- He memorised how you like it to the point

- I think he would always touch you in some way or another, which means he'll always be happy to wrap his arms around you whenever you need

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"Okay, you can lay down now" Crowe proudly exclaimed, clapping his hands together as he admired his work. You let out an amused chuckle "Are you serious, Crowe?". "Of course I am. Come on, lay down." He patted the empty space on the blanket, a playful glint in his eyes. You laid flat on the blanket with a sigh and he quickly began his work. Crowe wrapped you up in the blanket, rolling you up like a burrito, trapping you in a comfortable bundle. "Wonderful." He exclaimed, trying to muffle his giggles. Looking up at him, you couldn't help the lovestruck expression forming on your face. "Are you going to just let me lay here?" You asked with a teasing hint in your tone. "Oh, of course not!" Crowe said dramatically, his smile not faltering. You let out a chuckle when he picked you up and pulled you close. "Are you feeling any warmer now?" He asked, nuzzling his cheek against yours with a playful smile. "Hm, yeah" You mumbled, melting in his warm embrace.

The room was quiet, only the faint sound of tea brewing in the kitchen interrupted the silence. You sat comfortably on your couch, trying your best to ignore the cold as you looked out of the window. The warmth of the sun didn't reach your frame, making you pull your blanket tighter around you as the silence continued to linger in the room. Suddenly, the smell of freshly brewed tea filled your senses, and you turned around, seeing him proudly smiling down at you. "Here you go," Crowe said as he handed you your mug. You gently took it, shivering when the blanket fell from your shoulders. Crowe chuckled when you began to clatter your teeth "Thank you.". You held the mug close as he sat down next to you, his own mug in his hands. He wrapped one arm around you and pulled you closer. You took a sip from your tea, sighing when the warmth travelled through your body. "That's much better" you exclaimed happily, earning a chuckle from the man you love. He gently pressed a kiss on your forehead as his gaze softened the longer he looked at you, silently drinking his tea.

[verycoolusername1]

Under The Mistletoe

Summary: You're at the annual holiday party with the team, and you're found under the mistletoe with your hot co-worker

A/N: Did the summary eat or what? Cole is such a cutie pie... like actually just look at him

And a stranger things reference even tho I don't care much for the show anymore, very funny reference that some people might not get- long story short finn wolfhard(Mike) sees himself as a bad kisser

You debated whether or not to go to the holiday party hosted by the team or to just have a cozy night in. The latter seeming tempting at the moment.

You sighed as you shook your head. You promised your co-worker Emily you would be there and make it the best night ever(her words).

Your dress hugged you well in ways you only imagined, the emerald dress fitting you perfectly.

You finally left the warmth of your car and entered the surprisingly not as loud house. Full of habs, some wags, and others part of the team.

Emily immediately squealed when she saw you, leaving a conversation.

"Oh my god, you look amazing." She hugged you tightly.

You chuckled in her embrace. "Oh uh it's nothing, you know that."

"Nothing? I never get to see you all dolled up like this. If I were your man, I wouldn't be able to take my hands off you." Emily winked.

You scoff at Emily's words. "Okay, okay, I think I know what you mean."

"Maybe tonight Cole will finally realize his undying love for you." Emily whispered, causing you to glare at her.

"No need to say it out loud." You hissed.

"Oh look, he's right over there." Emily moved you where you saw Cole laughing at something, someone had said.

Cole, feeling eyes on him, found yours and sent a warm smile.

"Go get your man!" Emily hushed as she pushed you forward.

You smiled shyly at Cole. He took a couple of steps towards you, meeting in the middle.

"Wow..." Cole looked you up and down. "You look beautiful."

"Oh thanks, didn't wanna go all out." You explained with a shrug.

"Well you look nice, you always do!" Cole exclaimed. "You um look extra nice in emerald... suits you."

"Thank you. I never wore this dress before." You smiled.

Juraj whistles. "Y/n and Cole under the mistletoe!"

That made you perk up and look up and see that, in fact, you were under the mistletoe. You two have been talking for at least five minutes? Did he know this whole time?

Cole's face was tinted pink when his eyes met yours.

"We don't have to do anything, just a dumb tradition." You told him.

Cole chuckled. "Oh no, believe me, I want to."

You kissed his cheek softly. "Well there you go."

You begin to walk away when Cole grabbed your wrist and spun you into his chest.

"Didn't know you had moves, Caufield." You say, suprised.

Cole grinned at your words. "Just wanted a kiss from a pretty girl... properly this time. Can you blame me for being ambitious?"

You lean in, feeling confident. "Then kiss me, sweetheart, no one's stopping you."

That was all Cole needed for confirmation. He leaned in. His lips met yours in a soft and sweet kiss that grew more passionate as time went on.

"Oh cole cmon don't eat her now!" Emily called out, making everyone laugh.

Cole pulled away sheepishly. "Sorry."

"It's fine, don't worry about it." You shook your head. "Let's get away from this mistletoe, seems to bring nothing but attention."

Cole laughed and led you to the kitchen. "Yeah, at least now we can kiss in here."

"Oh hell no, don't you dare make a child in my kitchen." Nick looked at the two of you with a warning look.

Cole groans in frustration. "Damn it!"

[perkypeony]

𝕁𝕦𝕛𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕦 𝕂𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕟 ℍ𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕊𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝔸𝕌

Synopsis: Y/N thought high school was going to be uneventful until she befriended Shoko, the laid-back senior, and met Satoru, the popular senior who takes her under his wing as her math tutor. Suddenly, Y/N’s life is filled with unexpected friendships, laughter, and chaos. As her friends rally behind her crush on Nanami, especially her friend Haibara, it’s hard to tell if she’s making progress—or just making a fool of herself!

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The busy hallway of Kaizen High School bustled with energy as you navigated through the crowd, clutching a clipboard to your chest like it was a lifeline. It was your first time handling a school program, and to say you were clueless would be putting it kindly. The school board had entrusted the juniors with planning the annual talent show, and while you were excited, you were also in way over your head.

“Excuse me, where’s the—uh, the hall for—oh, never mind,” you mumbled, trying to stop someone for directions, only to watch them rush away before you finished.

You sighed and scanned your surroundings, hoping for someone to notice you. Finally, your eyes locked with a girl with short brown hair, a lollipop sticking out of her mouth.

“Lost already?” a smooth, slightly teasing voice cut through the noise. She had droopy but friendly eyes, and an effortless coolness about her.

“Uh, yeah, kinda,” you admitted sheepishly. “I’m supposed to meet someone for the event briefing, but I have no idea where to go.”

“That’d be me,” she said, pulling the lollipop from her mouth with a soft pop and pointing at your clipboard. “Ieri Shoko, senior and your supervisor for this disaster waiting to happen.”

You blinked, taken aback by her bluntness but oddly comforted by her relaxed demeanor. “Oh! I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.”

“Don’t sound so formal. You’re not signing a job contract.” Shoko chuckled and motioned for you to follow her. “Come on, I’ll show you around. First lesson: don’t panic when things go wrong. They always do.”

As you trailed behind her, you couldn’t help but feel a bit more at ease. Shoko’s presence was reassuring, like she had everything under control, even if she pretended not to care much. Over the next hour, she walked you through your tasks, gave you pointers, and even cracked a few jokes to lighten the mood.

“You’ll be fine,” Shoko said, leaning back in her chair as the two of you sat backstage, reviewing your responsibilities for the event. “Just don’t try to do everything alone. That’s what I’m here for.”

You smiled, feeling your earlier anxiety ebb away. “Thanks, Shoko. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem. But if you bring me coffee every now and then, I won’t complain,” she said with a wink.

From that day on, Shoko became your unofficial guide to surviving high school life. She’d drop by during lunch to check on you, share gossip, and sometimes drag you to eat with her friends, introducing you to a world of chaos and laughter you didn’t know you needed.

And little did you know, this was just the beginning of your whirlwind high school adventure.

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It didn’t take long for you and Shoko to become inseparable. She was like the big sister you didn’t know you needed—always ready to offer advice, roast you mercilessly, or share the latest school gossip. One afternoon, as you both sat in the cafeteria, Shoko suddenly perked up, her eyes locking onto someone across the room.

“Perfect timing,” she said, smirking.

“What?” you asked, mid-bite of your chicken sandwich.

“Come on, I’ll introduce you,” she said, grabbing your arm and pulling you along before you could protest.

“Introduce me to who?” you hissed, trying not to trip as you stumbled after her.

Shoko didn’t answer. She stopped at a table where a tall boy with snow-white hair and blue eyes sat, casually leaning back in his chair with the confidence of someone who owned the place. He had a cocky grin plastered on his face as he scrolled through his phone.

“Satoru,” Shoko said, snapping her fingers in front of his face.

He looked up, his grin widening. “Shoko! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Cut the crap. This is Y/N,” Shoko said, gesturing toward you. “She’s a junior, and you’re about to scare her, so tone it down.”

Satoru turned his piercing gaze to you, and for a moment, you froze. He was stupidly attractive, and the way his grin shifted into something softer almost made you forget how to breathe.

“Hey there, Y/N,” he said smoothly, leaning forward with a playful glint in his eyes. “Didn’t know Shoko had a junior friend. What’s your deal?”

You blinked, unsure how to respond. “My deal? Uh… like, what I do? I’m just trying to survive high school without failing the exams.”

Shoko groaned. “She’s volunteering to handle talent day. That's how I know her. And for fuck’s sake, go easy on her, Satoru.”

Gojo chuckled, sitting up straight. “Don’t worry, I’m harmless. Mostly.”

You gave him a wary look, and he laughed louder.

“Relax, I’m kidding,” he said, reaching out to ruffle your hair like you were a puppy. “You’re kinda adorable, though. I can see why Shoko likes you.”

“Don’t touch her,” Shoko warned, smacking his hand away.

Satoru pouted but withdrew his hand. “Fine. But I like her. She’s fun.”

You weren’t sure what to make of him yet, but his teasing didn’t feel mean-spirited. If anything, it felt oddly comforting, like he was trying to make you feel included.

“Why don’t you join us?” Satoru asked, motioning to the empty seats at his table.

Shoko raised an eyebrow. “You sure? Thought you’d be busy flirting with half the school.”

“Nah,” Satoru said breezily. “Today, I’m all yours. And hers, if she wants,” he added, winking at you.

Your face heated up, and Shoko smirked. “Careful, Satoru. You’re gonna scare her off.”

“Am not!” Satoru protested.

Despite your initial awkwardness, the lunch turned out to be surprisingly fun. Satoru was a lot—flirty, loud, and full of himself—but there was something endearing about how he went out of his way to make you laugh. By the time lunch ended, you felt like you’d known him forever.

As you packed up your things to leave, Satoru called out, “See you around, Y/N! Don’t miss me too much!”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at your lips. Shoko nudged your side, smirking.

“Welcome to the chaos,” she said.

And chaos it was, because from that day forward, Satoru decided to make you his favorite junior.

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A week after meeting Satoru, you found yourself regretting your life choices. You busied yourself with co-curricular activities, but in the end, it affected your academics. You were hunched over your desk, staring blankly at a math worksheet that might as well have been written in ancient hieroglyphs. The numbers and formulas blurred together, taunting you with their incomprehensibility.

“Need help?” Shoko asked casually, leaning against your desk in the study hall.

“Yes,” you groaned dramatically, slumping forward. “But my brain isn't braining.”

She chuckled, flicking your forehead. “Good thing I know someone who’s a genius at math and will definitely enjoy tutoring you.”

You raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “Who?”

“Gojo Satoru,” she said, smirking.

“No way!” you protested immediately. “He’ll tease me the whole time!”

“Probably,” she admitted. “But he’s actually a good tutor when he wants to be. And trust me, he’ll say yes. He thinks you’re adorable.”

Despite your hesitation, Shoko dragged you to find Satoru after class. He was lounging against a locker, chatting with Geto, when Shoko interrupted.

“Satoru, you’re tutoring Y/N in math,” she declared.

Satoru blinked, surprised, before his lips stretched into a mischievous grin. “Really? And what do I get out of it?”

“Nothing,” Shoko deadpanned. “Except the satisfaction of being helpful.”

“Hmm…” He tapped his chin thoughtfully before glancing at you. “What do you think, Y/N? Want me to grace you with my brilliance?”

You sighed, already regretting this. “If it means passing my next test, fine.”

And so began your sessions with Satoru. Despite his initial teasing, you quickly realized that he was genuinely smart. He had a way of breaking down complex problems into simple steps, and he was surprisingly patient when you struggled.

“You’re overthinking it,” he said one afternoon as you sat together in the library. “Just plug the values into the formula and solve them step by step.”

You frowned, scribbling on your notebook. “Like this?”

“Exactly!” he said, grinning proudly. “See? You’re a natural.”

“I’m really not,” you muttered, but his encouragement made you feel a little better.

One day during a session, Satoru suddenly waved excitedly at someone across the library.

“Yo, Suguru!” he called, completely ignoring the librarian’s glare.

You turned to see Geto Suguru approaching, a book in hand and a slightly exasperated expression on his face. He looked every bit as graceful and composed as usual, his long hair tied neatly into a bun.

“Satoru,” Suguru greeted, setting his book on the table. “What are you doing here?”

“Tutoring Y/N,” Satoru said, gesturing proudly at you.

Suguru’s eyes flicked to you, and he offered a warm smile. “Good luck with that.”

“Hey!” Satoru protested. “I’m an excellent tutor, thank you very much.”

Suguru chuckled softly. “I don’t doubt that.”

“Sit with us!” Satoru said, already pulling out a chair.

Suguru hesitated. “I don’t want to interrupt—”

“You won’t,” Satoru insisted. “We’re taking a break anyway.”

Reluctantly, Suguru joined you, and the three of you chatted for a while. Suguru’s calm demeanor was a stark contrast to Satoru’s chaotic energy, but somehow they balanced each other perfectly.

When Suguru eventually excused himself, you turned to Satoru with a blunt question: “So… is he your boyfriend?”

Satoru froze, his eyes wide. “W-What?”

“You guys are really close, and sometimes you’re, uh… so gay for each other,” you said, whispering the last part.

Satoru’s face turned pink, something you hadn’t thought possible for someone as confident as him. “We’re not dating! I mean… not yet.”

Your jaw dropped. “Wait, you like him?”

“Shhh!” Satoru hissed, glancing around to make sure no one overheard. “Keep your voice down!”

You grinned mischievously. “That’s so cute!”

“Shut up,” he muttered, burying his face in his hands. “I just… I don’t know how he feels, okay?”

You were too busy bouncing excitedly in your chair to respond.

“Y/N, stop bouncing,” Satoru palmed his face, glancing around again. “People are looking, and now they think I proposed or something.”

You froze mid-bounce, wide-eyed. “Wait, do they really?”

“No,” he deadpanned. “But they might if you keep acting like a sugar-high rabbit.”

“Well, I’ll support you!” you said enthusiastically. “Just like how you support my crush on Nanami.”

Satoru let out a chuckle. “Yeah, about that… you need better plans if you’re gonna catch his attention. Haibara told me you tried leaving him a note in his locker and forgot to sign it.”

You groaned, sinking into your seat as Satoru laughed. “That was intentional! I'm just too shy to let him know who I am.”

“Ah, I see. Later, don’t blame me if you end up as a forever single, husbandless old lady with a million cats,” he teased you.

“Satoru!!!”

“Hey, you two at the back! This is my last warning. Keep quiet or I’ll kick you out of this library!” the librarian shouted, clearly at her wit’s end.

“Oops, sorry,” you and Satoru said together, holding back laughs.

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It started with subtlety. Or at least, what you thought was subtle. You’d read somewhere that carrying books near someone you liked might catch their attention, so one day, you deliberately walked past Nanami in the hallway with an enormous stack of books.

Unfortunately, you underestimated how heavy they were.

“Whoa!” you yelped as the pile wobbled precariously. Before they could hit the floor, a hand shot out, steadying the books. You looked up to see Nanami holding the stack effortlessly, his brow furrowed in concern.

“You shouldn’t carry so much at once,” he said calmly, taking the books from you as though they weighed nothing.

“I-It’s fine! I was just… practicing my balance!” you stammered, your face heating up. You couldn’t believe you just said that. Practicing balance? Really?

“Practicing your balance?” Nanami repeated, raising an eyebrow.

You nodded furiously, your heart racing. “Y-Yeah, you know… for, um, sports day!” You winced internally. You were pretty sure that was the worst excuse in history.

He stared at you for a moment, probably debating whether to say something, before sighing. “Next time, ask for help.”

He walked away, carrying your books like a responsible human being. You stood there, mortified, wondering if you’d just blown it—or somehow made him think you were a weirdo. The lingering embarrassment had you wishing the floor could swallow you whole.

Another time, you tried the classic “bumping into him accidentally” move. During lunch, you timed your steps to match his and walked directly into his shoulder, causing your tray to wobble.

“Oh no!” you gasped dramatically as your pizza slice slid off the tray and onto the floor with a sad splat.

Nanami turned, mildly startled. “Are you okay?”

You plastered a sheepish smile on your face. “Oops, sorry! Guess I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

He picked up your pizza and handed it back to you without missing a beat. “You should be more careful. And you should take a new slice of pizza.”

“Right, yeah,” you said, mentally kicking yourself for how awkward you sounded. "Definitely need to be more careful. About everything." You forced a smile, trying to save some dignity, but it was too late. You could already feel the heat rising in your face.

As he walked away, you groaned quietly, sinking into your seat. Haibara, who had witnessed the entire disaster, leaned over with a grin.

“You’re trying way too hard,” he whispered, snickering.

“Shut up,” you muttered, slapping a french fry at him. You hadn’t even realized it, but it was too late to take back your ridiculous behavior now.

You are not someone to back down easily, so you decided to move on to your next mission during the art class. Nanami seems like the artsy type, so you thought it would be a great idea to compliment his work.

For today's class, you were required to draw and paint. You take a look at Nanami's drawing of a beautiful bakery filled with scrumptious pastries.

“Your painting looks so good I could eat them,” you only realized how weird it sounds once you said it.

Nanami seems taken aback by your comment, though his cheeks flushed. He cleared his throat, “Thanks, I appreciate your honest comment.”

You awkwardly stand there and give him a smile before showing him yours. “What do you think?”

Nanami adjusted his glasses and studied the paper. There was a moment of silence before he nodded slowly. “It’s an old man eating a loaf of bread. Interesting choice of medium."

Your heart sank. "It's… it's you reading a book."

Nanami blinked, looking back at the sketch. His expression softened, though a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Ah. I see it now. It’s… unique."

Haibara, who’d been eavesdropping from the back of the room, burst out laughing. "Y/N, are you trying to charm Nanami or scare him off?"

You shot him a glare, clutching your drawing to your chest. "Art is subjective!"

"Sure it is," Haibara teased, still chuckling as Nanami quietly patted your shoulder.

"It’s thoughtful," he said softly, his words making your cheeks warm. "Keep at it."

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The café Satoru had dragged you to after your tutoring session looked like something straight out of a fairy tale. Soft pastel tones, floral decorations hanging from the ceiling, and delicate desserts that seemed too pretty to eat. You stared at the menu, blinking at the absurd prices.

“Satoru, what even is this place?” you asked, glancing around at the café's grand, whimsical aesthetic.

“Only the best dessert café in town,” he replied casually, lounging in his seat. “Pick anything you want. My treat.”

You hesitated, eyeing the menu again. “I don’t know. Everything here costs more than my weekly lunch budget.”

“And?” Satoru raised an eyebrow, his tone utterly nonchalant. “Do I look like someone who cares about a budget? Just order.”

Reluctantly, you chose a modest-looking strawberry shortcake. Satoru, on the other hand, ordered an assortment of desserts so intricate they looked like they belonged in an art gallery.

When the desserts arrived, you couldn’t help but stare. “You ordered, like, five things. Are you planning to eat the entire menu?”

He grinned, already digging into a chocolate tart. “Why not? I have a sweet tooth, remember?”

Taking a bite of your cake, you glanced at him with a smirk. “You know, you’re starting to act like my sugar daddy with all these fancy treats.”

Satoru nearly choked on his tart. “Excuse me?”

“Think about it. You’re rich, you take me to expensive places, and you’re paying for everything. It’s kind of suspicious.”

Leaning back in his chair, he narrowed his eyes at you. “Ridiculous. Just because I have white hair doesn't mean I’m old enough to become your sugar daddy.”

You giggled at his response. “I'm just joking. But does that mean you’d consider it in the future?”

“I’ll think about it,” Satoru said, rolling his eyes. “For now, I only brought you here so I wouldn’t look like a complete glutton eating all of this by myself.”

You raised an eyebrow. “So, I’m your guilt buffer?”

“Exactly,” he said with a smug grin, pointing at you with his fork.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help laughing. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”

“And you’re lucky I like you enough to share. Now shut your mouth and eat, ‘sugar baby’ ,” he teased, sliding a macaron your way.

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It was a quiet afternoon, the kind where time felt a little slower. You were sitting on the steps outside the school building, your heart hammering in your chest as you fidgeted with the hem of your jacket. Nanami had just walked past you on his way to the gate, but you couldn’t let this opportunity slip. Not again.

Taking a deep breath, you stood up and called out to him.

“Nanami!” you said, almost louder than you meant to. He turned around, raising an eyebrow, the calm expression on his face never wavering.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked, glancing at you with concern.

You hesitated for a moment, heart pounding, but this was it. You couldn’t keep running away from it anymore.

“I… I need to tell you something,” you said, suddenly feeling braver. You walked up to him, your face flushing. “I… like you. A lot. I’ve liked you for a while now.”

Nanami blinked, his eyes softening as he processed your words. He wasn’t one for overt expressions of emotion, but you could see the slightest shift in his expression.

“You’ve liked me?” he repeated, as though trying to make sure he heard you right.

You nodded, feeling your stomach flutter. “Yeah, I have. And I’m not expecting anything, but I just wanted to tell you. I thought you should know.”

For a moment, there was silence. The weight of your confession hung in the air, and you could feel the panic bubbling up inside you. But just when you started to feel the dread of embarrassment, Nanami gave you a small, genuine smile, one that made your heart skip a beat.

“Thank you for telling me,” he said softly. “I didn’t know.”

“I know I’m probably not your type or anything—”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” he interrupted, his voice soft but firm, and you froze, eyes wide. “You’re more than enough. I just… didn’t know how to bring it up. But I’m glad you did.”

Your breath caught in your throat as his words sank in. Was he…? No way. He couldn’t be.

Before you could respond, a loud whistle cut through the air.

“Finally!” Haibara’s voice rang out, and when you turned, you saw him, along with Shoko, Satoru, and Suguru, all watching from a distance. They definitely look like proud parents.

Satoru grinned and gave you a thumbs-up. “Took you long enough!”

Your face flushed a deep shade of pink as you turned back to Nanami, who was looking at you with an amused, yet reassuring, expression.

“I guess we have some support,” you muttered, embarrassed but amused all the same.

He chuckled, the sound warm and soft. “Seems like it.”

“Well, I guess I should go before this gets even more awkward,” you said, taking a step back, only to be stopped when Nanami’s hand gently grabbed your wrist.

“Wait. Let’s go grab some coffee or something. We can talk more,” he said, his smile turning more playful.

You couldn’t help but grin. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

As the two of you walked away, you heard Haibara cheering loudly in the background, followed by Satoru’s teasing voice. “About time, Y/N!”

But you didn’t care. For the first time in a long while, everything felt right.

[lsargeantsgirl]

Who Is Your Best Friend?

pairing: Logan Sargeant x Williams driver reader

word count: 1.9k (whew)

warning: james vowles; angst; y/n used

character sorta based off of me

“y/n, the media team needs you by the end of the day,” James (ewww) said as you left his office from a meeting. 

“Okay. Bye,”

After you did the simulator a couple of times, setting your record, you went to the media room. The media intern saw you and waved you to the filming room. You sat down as she started the camera and she gave you the mini mic. 

“Ok, welcome, we are going to rapid-fire questions, then edit it with Logan’s answers.”

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” you said giddily.

“You ready,” you nodded, “ok, first one, what's your name.”

“y/n l/n,”

“Number?”

“78,”

“Birthday?”

“(your birthday)” “Favorite singer,”

“Taylor Swift”

“What’s Logan’s favorite singer?”

“I don’t know”

“Favorite Taylor song,”

“Hits different,”

“Logan’s”

“You belong with me,”

“Hometown”

“(your hometown)”

“Best friend”

“Logan,” you briefly thought of how much your friendship with Logan meant to you.

“Favorite hobby”

“Arts and crafts”

“Ok that’s it,” she says, stopping the camera.

“Noice, that was fun, I like that game.”

“Thank you, see you tomorrow, bye,” she said walking out of the room with you. As you rounded the corner into the hallway, you ran directly into Logan. 

“Hey, did you just do the media thing they wanted us for?”

“Yeah, it shouldn’t take you too long,” you informed him.

“Ok, nice, have a good day, see you tomorrow,” he said, smiling gently at you before walking away.

Your heart was beating out of your throat. Logan always made your thoughts go crazy. His accent always made you smile. He always, to you, more than your friend, you. You had issues with trusting people when you were a kid so when you met Logan you emotionally bonded to him. You hoped that Logan thought of you as highly as you did him.

A couple of weeks later when you were scrolling on your social medias, you saw the video of the rapid-fire questions. You watched, laughing at yourself and Logan. When the best friend question came up, your heart sank as you saw Logan answer without a beat Oscar. You thought he would be different because he was your best friend. It turns out he was just another one you thought was your friend but he didn’t reciprocate. 

Later that day, your high school friend came over to your apartment. You were gossiping and catching up on life when she brought up Logan. Your mood soured; she noticed.

“What’s with that face? Are you and Logan no longer friends?” she asked hesitantly.

“No, No, we are, I think.”

“What do you mean?”

“I thought he was my best friend, but he without any hesitation said Oscar. And I know he’s known Oscar for way longer than me but I feel like we’re closer than them. I don’t know what to do because if I stay acting like nothing happened then I will feel bad and sad but if I ignore him then he might feel bad,” you said fast.

“Oh ok, I thought something unforgivable happened between you two. But maybe you should just talk to him,” you shot her a glare, “or let him bring it up when you ignore him.”

“I think I’ll just try to forget and try not to get closer to him. But if he brings it up then I’ll talk about it.”

Turns out you didn’t do very well at trying to forget about it. You thought about it every single time you saw Logan. It was like a nagging guiltiness you felt when he would talk to you with his cute American accent and his radiant smile. He made you feel guilty without actually doing anything.

“Y/n, the media team wants us to make a video. I think we should go bother the people interviewing down there.”

“Ok, you can do it if you want,” you said flippantly. You were distracted by a text your friend had sent you. Logan snatched your phone from your hands and started reading the texts. 

“Oooh, y/n has a crush, on whooo,” he says with a schoolboy tone. You tried taking your phone back but Logan kept holding it over his head. You were shorter than him so it wasn’t easy trying your phone back. 

“Logan, give me my phone back,” you said.

“Tell me who your crush is first.”

“Logan, no.”

“Tell me.”

He kept holding your phone higher than you could reach. The only way you could get your phone back was risky and very inappropriate to do because it's what needs to be done. You ‘lowered’ your defenses. You nut-tapped him and when he bent down in reflex. When his defenses were lowered, you took back your phone and walked away. 

TIME SKIP

The door to the room you were in opened, and Logan came into your driver's room after a while. “Sooo, are you gonna tell me who you were texting about,” he said after flopping onto your couch.

“No, why are you here?” you said while working on some homework because you were a college student while being an F1 driver. Yes, it was hard but you were so close to graduation. 

“Media still wants that video.”

“Do you want to make a TikTok or what?” you ask.

“Ehh, I don’t know, we should post the video of you physically harassing me.” You slowly turn around and if looks could kill you would be in jail for murder.

“Logan, if you post that, I will personally push you off the track and then hit you again. I would not care if James kills me but I will kill you,” You said while Logan just sat smiling at you. 

“You look if you were my type, hot mad,” Logan said, now he was lying fully across the couch with his hands behind his head. He had that grin that always made you guilty. 

You stood up and walked over to Logan. You bent down to his level and your eyes bore into his. Unbeknownst to Logan, your heart rate was so high it would put anyone into a heart attack. You gripped his chin as his smile faded.

“Logan Hunter Sargeant, I will kill you if you post that even in a conversation with your bestie Oscar. If you continue to ask me who that was, I will do things you don’t want to know to you.” 

Logan grabbed you and pulled you into himself, laughing. “Baby, you don’t scare me.” He had you on his chest. “Seems like I scare you.” He could feel your heart beating out of your chest.

“The only reason I would be scared of you is because of your stupidity. It takes a special kind of stupid,” you said pushing up on his chest with your knee between his legs. You moved it a bit higher so you were essentially kneeing him in the nuts. You could see when he started to be in pain. “, to think you scare me.  But Americans are known to be stupid.”

You got off Logan and went back to doing your homework. You didn’t see when Logan slipped out but you felt his eyes on you before he left.

TIME SKIP

You were standing on the balcony in the paddock in Singapore. You were breathing in the fresh air. You had been overwhelmed with the end of the season. You were glad to end it but you were also sad your second season was over. 

Logan joined you on the patio to tell you that the media still wanted that video. Unbeknownst to you he was already in the making of that video. 

“It is so peaceful out here. It would be a shame if something disrupted the peacefulness.”

“Logan, you already ruined it by coming out here.”

“Oh, really, I thought I was helping you enjoy the view and the experience.”

“Well, you weren’t. You just made me so much anxious. Thanks for that.”

Logan pulled something out of his pocket. He messed with it for a second raised his arm and threw whatever it was. He ducked below the edge of the balcony. The people below were in the middle of an interview when the, now apparent to you, paper airplane hit them.

They all turned their heads to you. You were a deer caught in the headlights. Frozen in fear, they turned the camera towards you. You turned to Logan who was crouched down beside you and kicked him. 

“Logan, you idiot. Why did you throw that at them.”

“To them, I didn’t throw it.”

You kicked him again, turned, and stormed into your driver's room. When you opened your computer you saw an email from James. The only line in the email was ‘Get into my office now.’ You knew what he was going to say. You prepared yourself for what he was going to say. 

You slipped into his office. James looked up from his computer.

“Y/n, why did you throw a paper airplane at the Haas people in the interview?” he said, angered.

“I didn’t do that. If ask your favorite little American driver, he’ll say I threw it but I didn’t.”

“I’m not punishing you but if you do it again, I will,” he threatened.

“I didn’t do it in the first place but I won’t let Logan do it again.”

He nodded, dismissing you. You walked to Logan’s driver's room.

You went into his room without knocking. “Logan, I swear to God, go tell James that you threw that paper airplane at them and it wasn’t me.”

“Hello to you,”

“Logan,” you said walking closer to him, not realizing he was shirtless.

“This is the first time you have talked to me without me starting the conversation in like two months. I like it when other people start conversations with me and I don’t start it.”

“Logan, you weren’t worth my time,” you professed.

“Worth your time?”

“Have you ever had someone who you thought was your best friend say that they don’t think that you are their best friend? No, you probably haven’t because no one would want to be your friend,” you said raising your voice.

“Is that why you ignored me for all this time? I didn’t say you when they asked who my best friend was?”

“Yes, I thought you were my best friend. But obviously, you don’t think the same.”

“Yeah, you aren’t my best friend, because I don’t see you as a friend,” the color drained from your face as you lowered your head.

“Okay, never mind. Let’s forget this ever happened,” you said as your voice was shaking. Slowly turning around to leave.

He walks behind you to the door. You open the door and he reaches over your shoulder to close it. He forcibly turned you around, pushing you against the door. “I don’t see you as a friend. I see you as a woman who I hope is attracted to me as much as I am to her.” 

He stares into your eyes, “what?” you ask.

“I like you, maybe even love you,” he said with adoration. 

“Logan,” you said breathlessly confused, “what, you like like me?”

“Yeah, if we were in elementary school,” he cracked a smile which you reflected, “then, yeah, I like like you.” 

“I like like you too,” you whispered.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yeah, if you say I’m your best friend.”

“You are my best friend,” He said giggly as he kissed you.

Author's Note

Thank you to everyone who liked my other posts. love you