#like I could pretty well see the expressions on their faces

[cinnamqnx]

virtually yours ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆

pairing. seishiro nagi x f!reader

summary. you’re not a usually a gamer girl, occasionally playing the sims or roblox, so imagine your surprise when a clip of you & your best friend goes viral for talking shit to who you imagined was a 12 year old kid, but actually a popular streamer with a territorial fan base and of all place, on dress to impress.

warnings. basically just crack & fluff, nagi is a lil toxic at the start, swearing

15 | virtually yours

☁︎. one week later

your heart was beating out your chest, your palms sweaty as you stood in the hallway, waiting for seishiro nagi. he had just finished his football game, and to no one’s surprise, winning the match.

you would be lying if you said you weren’t nervous to meet the rest of his friends, but you couldn’t help if you and nagi wouldn’t click like you had online.

“y/n?”, you whip around, seeing nagi, his hair messy and disheveled after clearly having a shower. and damn, was 10x more attractive in person.

“hi.”, you say breathlessly, not expecting him to literally come up behind you, “where are your friends?”,, you ask, nervously.

he gives you a small smile, “are you more excited to see them than me?”

you raise your brows, “what? no. sorry, i’m just-“, you breathe, “i’m just really nervous.”

“i’ve been nervous all day, too.”, he mutters, running his hand through the side of his hair, “i was worried i wasn’t gonna perform well.”

“are you kidding? you did so well, sei. i’ve never been so invested in football.”, you laugh.

“really?”, he smiles.

you nod, looking up at him. hearing everything you did about nagi, you assumed he might come across more nonchalant, maybe even a bit quiet. that was your main worry when it came to meeting him and thinking your relationship might be different in person.

but, looking up and seeing the pure adoration in his eyes and the nervous expression he had on his face, you knew you never had a thing to worry about.

“so yeah, i don’t really know why i was so worried.”, you say to nagi, sitting across from him on a bench table at the fair, biting into a greasy hotdog he had just bought you.

you didn’t get a reply, looking over to see him staring at you, his hand on his cheek, “what?”

“hm?”, he asks.

“you’re just staring at me, is my rambling boring you?” you smile.

“no, you just look really pretty right now.”, he states as a matter of fact.

“i look pretty stuffing my face with this hotdog?@, you laugh.

“mhmm, you do.”, he smiles.

“shut up.”, you roll your eyes, smiling.

“i was really worried too. i’ve not really ever spoken to a girl like this before.”

“like, at all?”, you ask, surprised. he was a good looking boy, and he’s had no experience?

he shakes his head, “never been interested in anyone, and it always seemed like a hassle when i saw it.”

“and what do you think now?”, you smile, tilting your head at him.

“i still think it’s a hassle.”, he pauses, “but in a good way.”

“a hassle in a good way, hm.”, you repeat, finishing off the rest of your hotdog.

“what do you wanna do next?”, he asks, looking at you intently.

“i wanna go on the rides, obviously.”

“but they make me feel nauseous.”, he whines.

“uh huh, and who asked who to a fun fair?”, you smile at his whiny expression.

he simply sighs, looking back at you. how could he deny you when you’re smiling at him like that?

“now, cmon.”, you stress, getting up and grabbing nagi’s hand, “i don’t wanna wait around in the lines.”, you say, looking up at him with an eager glint in your eye, pulling him with you.

nagi couldn’t help but smile to himself, a month ago he would have never thought he’d be spending valentines with a gorgeous girl who he met on roblox, talking shit to him.

and while it may have caused him a great amount of hassle, he couldn’t be more grateful for it.

navigation. virtually yours

author’s note. i can’t believe this series is finished 😭 i’ve had so much fun writing this and seeing ur comments even if i didn’t get chance to reply :) ur all so funny and have me in hysterics 😭 if you enjoyed this series im hoping you’ll enjoy more fics i have coming in the future!!

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[forcaleb]

a picture worth sharing — caleb

warnings — fluff, childhood friends to lovers (kind of, it's implied)

notes — i think childhood friends to lovers is one of my favorite tropes in the books and fics // tags: @aomiiine @sydneybee @tojicide

caleb taps your shoulder, trying to show you a picture on his phone. “hey, pip-squeak, do you remember when-”

you quickly cut him off. “nope! no, i don’t. i actually don’t know what you’re talking about.” you turn your head away, refusing to look at his phone, already suspecting it’s something embarrassing.

“you didn’t even let me finish,” caleb says, a pout evident on his lips. “come on, i promise it’s something good. you’ll love it.”

“no way! the last time you tried showing me something, it was an embarrassing picture of me as a kid!” you grimace, recalling the picture of you crying because you fell off a slide. caleb had snapped the shot with your grandma’s phone before tending to your scraped knee. “i’m not looking at whatever you’re about to show me.”

“hey, i swear it’s nothing embarrassing this time,” caleb promises. “it’s actually a picture of us from your graduation day.”

that piques your interest. “huh? really? where? i haven’t seen my graduation pictures in so long.” you reach for caleb’s phone, but instead of handing it to you, he raises it out of reach. “hey! i thought you wanted to show it to me!”

“yeah, but aren’t you going to apologize for… whatever that was just now?” caleb raises an eyebrow.

you groan. “ugh, fine. i’m sorry for assuming you were going to be mean to me. forgive me? pretty please?” you give him the classic puppy eyes, his ultimate weakness.

“pip-squeak…” caleb sighs, shaking his head. “alright, i give up. here, look.”

he shows you his phone, and your eyes widen at the sight of the picture. it is a picture of you and caleb together during your graduation day. you stand just in front of caleb, your body angled slightly toward the camera. you are holding a bouquet of sunflowers in both hands, your face lit up with a warm, cheerful smile. behind you, caleb stands slightly to your side, his posture relaxed and confident. one of his hands rests gently on your shoulder, a subtle gesture of support and closeness. 

“cute, isn’t it?” he asks, grinning.

“how have i never seen this picture before?” you exclaim.

“well…” caleb smiles mischievously. “i made sure the photographer didn’t upload this to the graduation album. that way, i could surprise you with it anytime, like now.”

“wait, was it the photographer or one of your friends from the academy? i remember you coming to my graduation with a friend... gideon, right?” you ask, recalling how gideon kept teasing caleb about being so smitten with you.

“hm… well, it’s both, actually.” caleb points out. he swipes left and shows another version of the photograph. except, this time it’s a different shot. in this image, you are posing playfully in front of caleb, tilting your head to the side with a big, joyful smile. you raise one arm high in the air in an energetic and carefree gesture, adding a lively and cheerful tone to the scene. caleb stands behind you, his body angled slightly toward you, wearing a relaxed smile. his expression is calm and gentle, complementing your vibrant energy. “this is the one gideon took, and the previous one was taken by the photographer.”

“why didn’t you send these to me before?” you whine. “i could’ve used one for that empty photo frame I’ve been keeping in a box for a whole year.”

“okay, okay, i’ll send them now.” caleb chuckles as he opens your text thread and sends both pictures. “see? told you it wasn’t anything embarrassing.”

“yeah, yeah. i’m sorry for assuming the worst.” you apologize again, narrowing your eyes at him. “but from now on, you’d better send me any photos of us together. don’t you dare hide them from me again.”

“sure,” caleb agrees easily, his grin turning playful. “as long as i get to keep the silly pictures of you.”

“caleb! don’t you dare!” you shout, smacking his arm, while he laughs, clearly enjoying your reaction.

[00valentina-writes00]

Hello! I love boobs. And I love Grayson. Therefore, my love for boobs + my love for Grayson = my love for Grayson's boobs.

Could I request fem!reader x Grayson who just buries her face in Grayson's chest? (Maybe even reader grinding her 🐈 on them? 👀) possibly even Grayson who like it when reader calls her ma'am as well?

♡♥︎Heavenly peaks♥︎♡

Warnings: I love boobs too, grinding on graysons tits, brief clit rubbing, Grayson being a soft!dom, calling Grayson “ma’am”

Grayson has you on your knees, hands gripping the firm muscles of her thighs as she looks down at you with a slow, knowing smirk. The weight of her gaze alone has your stomach twisting with nervous anticipation, and the deep rumble of her voice only makes it worse.

“Come on now, sweetheart,” she murmurs, her tone thick with amusement as she watches you squirm. “I don’t have all night.”

You bite your lip, your face burning hot as your fingers trail up the heavy fabric of her enforcer coat, then hesitate at the buttons. You’re already breathing hard, heart pounding so loud you can barely hear yourself think. Grayson knows how much she affects you—how your entire body goes weak under her stare alone.

A large hand tilts your chin up, forcing your eyes to meet hers. Her expression is unreadable, but her thumb brushes over your bottom lip in a slow, teasing stroke.

“You want something, don’t you?” she asks, her voice low.

You swallow hard, nodding.

Her lips twitch into a smirk. “Then ask for it, love.”

Your thighs clench together at the way she says it—like she’s already got you figured out, like she knows exactly how badly you want her. You glance away, heat burning your cheeks as you whisper, “Can I…?”

Grayson raises a brow. “You can do better than that.”

Your nails dig into her pants, your voice shaky but obedient. “Please, ma’am… want to—” You inhale sharply. “Want to feel you.”

Grayson hums approvingly. “That’s my girl.”

With one fluid motion, she unbuttons her coat, letting it slide from her shoulders. The sight alone nearly knocks the breath from your lungs—her broad frame, her powerful arms, the way her chest strains against the snug white shirt beneath. The muscles of her torso shift as she moves, and fuck, it’s almost too much.

She watches you closely as she pulls the shirt over her head, revealing firm, heavy breasts that practically beg for your hands, your mouth. Your lips part as your breath shudders out, pupils blown wide with hunger.

Grayson chuckles, reaching down to cup the back of your head, her fingers threading through your hair. “Go on, then.”

You don’t need to be told twice.

You lean in, pressing your face against her chest, a desperate whimper slipping past your lips as warmth engulfs you. The softness of her skin, the steady rise and fall of her breath—it’s dizzying, intoxicating. You nuzzle into her, lips parting as you drag your tongue over her collarbone, savoring the faint taste of sweat and salt.

“Fuck,” Grayson breathes, her grip tightening in your hair.

The sound alone sends a fresh wave of arousal pooling between your thighs. You whimper as you drag your mouth lower, kissing, sucking, biting down just enough to make her exhale sharply through her nose.

Her free hand cups your jaw, tilting your face up just enough so she can see the mess you’re making of yourself. Her dark eyes gleam with amusement, but there’s a roughness beneath it—a barely restrained hunger that makes your stomach clench.

“You look so pretty like this,” she murmurs, her thumb stroking your cheek. “All desperate, rubbing yourself against me.”

Your body burns at the words, at the slow, deliberate way she speaks. You press your thighs together, but it does nothing to ease the ache.

Grayson smirks, as if she knows how much you need more.

She pulls you up with ease, laying back with you straddling her chest. You barely have time to react before she presses your body flush against hers, your clothed core grinding directly against the softness of her chest.

A strangled moan rips from your throat.

“Oh?” Grayson chuckles, gripping your hips. “You like that, sweetheart?”

You can only nod frantically, too overwhelmed to form words.

She moves you easily, dragging your hips against her with slow, deliberate pulls and pushes of her hands. The friction against your clit is perfect, the heat of her skin sending sparks down your spine. You can feel yourself soaking through your panties, every grind making you even messier.

Grayson watches you with half-lidded eyes, her expression smug and so in control. “You’re making such a mess, love.”

Your breath shudders out as your hands grasp at her shoulders, desperate for something to hold onto as your hips start rocking on your own accord.

“Ma’am,” you whimper, the word slipping out without thought.

Grayson groans, low and deep, her grip tightening on your hips. “Say that again.”

You bite your lip, grinding harder against her, your body trembling. “Please, ma’am,” you whisper, your voice wrecked. “Need to cum—need you to—”

She doesn’t let you finish.

One hand slides between your bodies, slipping past the waistband of your panties, and fuck—the second her fingers press against your clit, you nearly sob.

“You’re so wet for me,” Grayson growls, her voice thick with hunger. “All from humping my tits like a needy little thing.”

Your body jerks as she starts to circle your clit, slow and teasing at first, then firmer, more intentional. The pressure, the warmth of her chest against your sensitive core—it’s all too much.

“Go on, sweetheart,” she murmurs, voice coaxing. “Let me hear you.”

A desperate whimper escapes your lips, your back arching as pleasure coils tight in your stomach. Every stroke of her fingers, every grind of your hips against her—it’s pushing you closer, faster, until—

“Ma’am—!” Your body shatters, pleasure crashing through you in hot, pulsing waves. Your thighs shake as you come, your head falling back, breathless moans spilling past your lips.

Grayson groans, watching you unravel beneath her. She doesn’t stop until you’re trembling, until every last aftershock has wracked your body.

Then, finally, she slows, pulling you down and pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead.

“There you go,” she murmurs, her voice rough but soft at the edges. “Good girl.”

[morganaawriterr]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Valentine's Day with Ni-ki;

Pairing; fem!reader X best friend!Ni-ki Synopsis; Just when you're about to leave the house to have a date with Heeseung, your best friend Ni-ki shows up at your door with a sweet confession to make; Genre; best friends to lovers; fluff; Words; 1k Warning; None is just cute asf lol; MASTERLIST;

A/N: I wanted to post something for valentine's day so bad but I don't really like this :( I hope you guys do! As usual likes and reblogs are appreciated, thank you so much <3 Happy Valentine to all the girlies and boys in a relationship, to us, singles... well... lets be delulu for a little.

“Ni-ki? What are you doing here?” you question, confused, as soon as you open your heavy front door. Your curious eyes scan your best friend’s face as you gently hold the door open.

“Don’t go…” Ki responds, his beautiful brown eyes locked on yours.

Today is Valentine’s Day, and you have a date with a nice guy named Heeseung, who happens to be one of Ni-ki’s friends. You haven’t talked to Heeseung much, but he showed interest in you, and you decided to give him a chance. He seemed hesitant at first, but then firmly assured you that he wanted to go out with you today, so you got all dolled up just for him.

“What are you talking about, Ki?” you ask, starting to feel irritated by his strange timing. Ni-ki stands tall in front of you, his hands hidden behind his back. You raise an eyebrow and try to peek behind him, but he catches you just in time and steps back to avoid it.

“I’m talking about your date with Heeseung,” Riki repeats, his hands starting to sweat. “Don’t go on that stupid date with him.”

The truth is, he’s been in love with you ever since he met you. Ni-ki realized he wanted you long ago, way before you met Heeseung, but only now, with Heeseung making a move on you, did he find the courage to confess. His heart ached at the thought of you kissing Heeseung after getting all pretty for him.

Riki tries to read your expression, his eyes scanning your perplexed face, then trailing down your figure. You’re wearing an adorable pink floral sundress that isn’t too tight but still hugs your body in all the right places. Your long chocolate-brown hair is carefully straightened, and you’re wearing his favorite perfume.

Feeling his intense gaze, you speak up. “Why would I do that, hm?”

Ni-ki knows you’re starting to get irritated—the stern look in your eyes gives it away easily.

“Because…” Ni-ki starts, but it feels like someone is squeezing his throat, making it hard to breathe. “Because I’m finally here,” he whispers, his eyes locked on yours, hoping you’ll understand what his half-words can’t fully express.

You feel your cheeks heat up, unable to hide your reaction to his words. You’ve liked Riki for as long as you can remember but never really understood your feelings until you started growing up. His cool persona and great fashion sense made him incredibly attractive. But after getting to know him even better, you fell harder. He was more than just cool and well-dressed. He was kind, well-mannered, and made you laugh until your cheeks hurt. And turns out that was the way to your heart.

You never told him how you felt because you never thought he would like you back. After all, he was popular and had many girls chasing after him. That’s why you agreed to go out with Heeseung. Maybe he could distract you from the one-sided love you had for your best friend.

“What are you talking about, Riki…” you whisper, your heart racing at the thought that he might actually like you back. Your eyes shift from his to the floor, too nervous to face him.

“Fuck, Y/N, I like you, okay? I always have. I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you,” Ni-ki finally confesses, his ears turning red and his hands trembling slightly as he reveals what he is holding behind his back.

You can’t hide the immense smile that grows on your lips at his words, and when you see the beautiful bouquet of red roses in his hands, you can’t hold back anymore. Happy tears fill your eyes as you reach forward, wrapping your arms around Ni-ki’s neck, your head tucked against him. Your best friend immediately pulls you close, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, his heart finally calming down as he feels your familiar embrace.

“Does this mean you like me back?” he jokes when you pull away to look up at him, your big puppy eyes staring into his. Ni-ki’s hand cups your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin.

You smile brightly at him. “Of course I do, dumbass,” you giggle, completely lost in the new softness in Riki’s eyes. “Wait, but Heeseung doesn’t deserve this… I can’t just cancel on him,” you say, biting your lip as guilt creeps in.

“Don’t worry, just tell him you changed your mind. He knew this would happen…” Ni-ki explains with a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Heeseung knew Ni-ki liked you, but Ni-ki denied it. Your best friend had assured Heeseung that you were single and that he didn’t like you, so Heeseung asked you out. Despite suspecting Riki’s feelings, Heeseung was genuinely interested in you and was surprised when you accepted his offer.

“Will you be my Valentine?” Ni-ki asks, love practically dripping from his eyes, his smile so genuine and cheerful that it makes your heart skip a beat.

“Yes, Ni-ki.”

As the words leave your mouth, Riki steps closer to you, his addictive scent surrounding you. His cold fingers gently lift your chin as he leans in. Your hands reach for his black hair, fingers playing with the strands at the nape of his neck.

His lips feel hesitant at first when they meet yours. Knowing him well, you can tell he’s probably nervous about taking this big step, so you kiss him back confidently, trying to reassure him that you’re more than okay with this. Tilting your head slightly, you silently ask for permission to deepen the kiss, and he lets you take the lead. As your lips mold together perfectly, he relaxes, smiling softly against your mouth, overwhelmed by joy. Your tongues move slowly, savoring each other like you’ve always wished to.

Out of breath, you pull away, a warm blush painting your cheeks. When Riki opens his eyes, he finds you already staring at him, looking prettier than ever with your lips swollen and red from his kiss. Smiling, he gently takes your hand and leads you to his car, ready to drive you to your favorite restaurant and spend a perfect evening with you—just like you deserve.

Little did he know, this was already more than enough. All you really wanted on this Valentine’s Day was his warm lips on yours, finally claiming you as his.

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[ssour-apathyy]

✧˚ · . mechanic!vi x streetracer!reader headcannons

a/n; this is actually probably really bad but i've been stuck at work with nothing to do except think about Vi, so. is this even headcannons? is this a drabble? WHO KNOWS, because it's not me

𖤐 the second you pulled up to her shop ranting and raving about the blown head gasket on your E30 M3, talking like a mechanic yourself, she was rendered speechless

𖤐 she's so used to pretty girls arriving who are the clueless "can i get premium air?🥺" types that she has to pinch herself to make sure this isn't a dream

𖤐 it took you waving your hand in front of her face with a raised eyebrow for her to snap back to reality, clearing her throat with a light dusting of pink on her cheeks as she takes a closer look

𖤐 the poor girl almost passed out when you said that you were considering swapping the engine for an M20 anyway

𖤐 you guys had stood and discussed the engine swap for a full hour, poking around the engine bay to make sure that everything was compatible, before she had convinced you that you absolutely have to turbocharge it. it would be a crime not to

𖤐 since Vi gets parts at a cheaper price than retail, it would have been rude of her not to offer to get everything delivered to her shop for you. that was definitely the reason. not because she wanted to see more of you your car

𖤐 so after she closed the shop, you stayed for a bit. both of you huddled in front of the computer monitor, browsing for upgrades that would work with your setup. she even found a second hand engine not far, haggled the price down AND took you to collect it in her pickup. isn't she sweet?

𖤐 you kept coming back day after day to work on the car, and Vi found herself getting distracted by the sight of you stripping and re-building the engine. so much so, that she put a pause on accepting new customers just so she could give you a hand

𖤐 the two of you had settled into a routine, spending the majority of the day working on the car and flirting up an absolute storm with each other, getting takeout in the evening (you took turns in choosing), before bidding each other goodnight

𖤐 she actually found herself disappointed when the build was finished, and maybe she considered sabotaging something just so you would stay longer (sue her)

𖤐 she tried to refuse payment from you, but it took just one expression of 'absolutely the fuck not' before she settled on just charging the cost of the parts

𖤐 "well, speed racer, you ever blow up another engine, you know where to find me" she had said once you had everything ready to leave, and she couldn't even hide the sadness in her voice behind the thin layer of teasing

𖤐 and she swears that she actually died for a moment when you reply with "sure. or i could come back at, say, 7 tomorrow and we can go get actual dinner somewhere nice? my treat"

𖤐 and if she did a little happy dance after the dust left by your wheels had settled, it's nobody's fucking business

[crushoncaleb]

Be my valentine

Rafayel x reader

Fluff

1.4k words

You try to ask Rafayel to be your valentine. The keyword is try.

A/N. First time I have written something for a holiday or event and actually managed to post it in time! Basically, I couldn't sleep, and Rafayel possessed me. Hope y'all enjoy!

Is this...rejection?

You'd spent some time planning it, even bribed Thomas to get Rafayel the day off. But when you and Rafayel arrived at your usual spot at the beach. He didn't seem to take note of the seagulls at all.

The seagulls you had somehow managed to train into landing in the right order so the letters you stuck to them would ask him to be your valentine. Now, you'd be the first to admit, the whole plan was a little crazy, but with your and Rafayel's history and connection to the seagulls choir, you'd thought it would be cute.

If it had been any more subtle, you might've believed he genuinely missed it. But it's quite hard to believe someone like Rafayel would not see the literal seagull choir the two of you were here to visit. So naturally, you had to assume he was letting you down easy.

Even being let down easy hurt. It completely blindsided you. You were absolutely certain something had been brewing between you and the artist. Hell, last time you'd spent time with him after wearing new perfume, he'd spent about an hour shoving his face against you to breathe you in. You were SO certain that crossed the line of platonic.

You start questioning if perhaps you'd been reading social interactions wrong your entire life, as next to you, Rafayel starts getting antsy.

"Cutie, as much as the sky is beautiful today and I would love to spend time staring at it with you, we should go get lunch now. Thomas' endless texting has tired me out, and I'm huungry. " He speaks, his tone light and whiney as always, and for a second, you consider him world's greatest actor.

You decide that what you felt for Rafayel combined with the effort you'd put into this plan was worth the risk of heartbreak, so in a final effort to get him to acknowledge you, you speak up.

"Don't you want to see your trusty choir first? They're right there behind you. I'm sure they've missed their conductor." You're not sure if you manage to keep your tone quite as light and playful as intended, desperation tinging the edges of your words, but you've spoken them, now he HAS to respond.

A pause, anticipation clogs your veins, and you practically feel your blood pressure rising. "...there's a boat ride with a buffet that might be nice today, since the weather is so nice and all."

Your eyebrows raise, the casual tone of his voice so steady that you almost start questioning if you even did bring it up at all. But the quick look he takes at you and the way he turns away tells you he is definitely doing this on purpose.

It was truly rejection then, your stomach twists and a buffet and a boat ride with Rafayel suddenly sound daunting. You could get over rejection, but maybe not within 10 minutes.

"Hmm, that sounds nice but I'm actually starting to feel a little off," you muse on your excuse "I think I might head home a little earlier than planned today, Rafayel, rain check?"

He turns to face you now, slowly. Eyes wide and brows furrowed, expression reminiscent of that time you gave him a single apple when he checked himself into the hospital. A mix between shock, offense, and a silent command to change your mind.

He grabs your wrist and starts pulling you along. His expression changes in a heartbeat, and it's like you never said anything.

"They apparently have like a super long waiting list, but I got in pretty easily. Guess being well known does have its perks after all, huh?" He keeps talking in that same casual tone of his, which is starting to frustrate you to no end.

"Rafayel, I get that a rain check for the boat might not be easy if it's like that, but I really need to go home." You plead, trying to pull yourself out of his grip but he just turns to you, gives you that same expression that you're convinced only Rafayel can make properly, and then keeps going like you never opened your mouth.

You're baffled at his behavior, and by the time you recover, the two of you are making your way onto the boat.

"Now, I'm going to need you to stop looking so surprised, cutie." He reaches out to gently smooth his fingers over the muscles of your brows, which you will admit are a little tense from how you've had them raised the entire way here. "I need you looking as cute as you always do for the pictures we're gonna take here."

It was one thing to completely ignore what was practically a confession, another to blatantly ignore your request to go home, but the audacity to tell you to not be surprised at his antics? That was too far.

He tries to pull you along again, but you hold steady. He shoots you a questioning look. As if you're the one acting out of the ordinary.

"Rafayel, I want to go home," and you're proud of yourself for standing on business, convinced there is no way for him to just ignore that. In your defense, he doesn't.

Instead, he huffs, his gorgeous features taking on that oh so familiar, annoyed expression. His response is a short "no, you don't" before he takes a step closer to you, only to link your arms and pull you along with the new leverage that gives him.

Then, before you know it, you're standing at the front of the boat as it slides through the water. With no way home except a very prolonged dive.

Rafayel entertains you, and the entire situation had been confusing enough to distract you from his blatant rejection, but now that his weird behavior seems to be settling, reality starts creeping in. You're stuck with him now, so you'll have to keep yourself together until you manage to get off this boat. How vexing.

His first cough doesn't shake you out of the deep thoughts you're in and neither does the second so, Rafayel resorts to nudging you with his elbow when a red fish surfaces with a bottle in its mouth.

You look at him, but he pointedly looks away, like he didn't just practically poke your ribs out. When you lean towards the railing, the fish jumps, and the bottle flies towards you.

You're not actually in the mood to catch it, but your hunter instincts kick in, and in the blink of an eye, the intricate glass bottle is in your hands. You can see a note neatly curled up and tied with a bow, resting inside it.

"Wow, cutie, those are some reflexes." Rafayel feigns being impressed and then presses on. "You should open it. You won the bottle's secrets fair and square once you saved its life."

You narrow your eyes at him. This could not possibly have been more obviously set up by him. Though you will say, his sheer determination to have things go his way is admirable.

You comply, already knowing the only other option was to face his huffing and puffing before then having to comply after all.

The cork takes more effort to open than you'd like, and Rafayel smiles fondly at the slight flush that rises on your face in result. Once you unroll the note, though, your eyes widen.

There, in Rafayel's eclectic handwriting are the very words you'd strung up on your seagulls.

A beat passes, and Rafayel looks at you expectantly. A cute expression on his face, and for a second, you are torn between accepting just to keep him looking like that and raining down righteous retribution on him.

You decide you'd do both. "Rafayel, of course I'll be your valentine, but did you really ha-" his lips halt yours before you could complain at all and you feel said complaints melting away.

The kiss is sweet, Rafayel brings you into his arms as he starts to deepen it, you'd always suspected he'd be a needy kisser, but he pulls away before he gets carried away.

"Sorry, cutie. Couldn't have you interfering with my plans though, you have no idea how long I've waited to make this move." His voice sounds breathy, and his eyes don't leave your lips. His words are so sweet you could almost ignore how he's pretending this was your fault. Almost.

Yet, you'll let it slide. Because as he leans in for another kiss, you just can't find it in yourself to be upset with him.

[itzy-bitsy-spidey]

Wash my hair

(Sanji x fem! reader)

Notes: I´m a sucker for interactions such as washing each others hair. Happy valentine day!!!

Cw: None.

The life at sea was great, the wind on your face, freedom on your hands,there was nothing about it that could be regretted. Unless, of course, we were talking hair.

Long hair, short hair, curly or straight. It didn't even matter because the truth was, if you had any hair the ocean air was sure to destroy it.

Or at the very least tangle it and get it super puffy.

Usually you were the one to work through every tangle and undo every knot, but lately you had been feeling rather sick and didn't quite have the strength for doing it yourself. So of course you relied on your crew to help you. Problem was, that everybody seemed to be busy ( or simply plain unfit for the task).

Nami had locked herself on the room earlier that day and had only come out for dinner, so it was safe to say that she could not be bothered. Zoro... Well, he wasn't really all that friendly when it came to making things for others and he seemed rather rough, Luffy was absolutely out of the question (refer to the ending of the earlier paragraph) and poor Usopp was the one to get you the water and warm it up for you, so you would feel guilty to ask him for anything else.

So that left you down to only one more option, probably the most dreaded one as well.

Sanji.

The walk to the kitchen felt as if a train had ran over you from how heavy your body felt, but nonetheless you managed to get to the damned place and sit on one of the stools.

He didn´t even notice you at first, he seemed to be awfully focused on what he was currently doing, he actually seemed rather... peaceful.

His shoulders were not tense as they usually were when he was bickering back and forth with Zoro, and his expression was flat if not for the tiniest of smiles on his lips. It was refreshing not seeing him in his usual swooning-over-every-woman style.

You almost hated the fact that you were going to interrupt him. But it was Sanji, for all you knew as long as you weren´t Zoro (or Luffy trying to steal food) he wouldn´t have any problem.

"Sanji" Sure, it was not the most intricate of sentences, but as soon as his name came out of your lips and he turned around to look at you your words got caught in your throat.

"Well hello there sweetheart, what can I do for you?" He asked, and the tone of his vice held a tired tint to it, not from you, but from the day most likely.

"I need..." Either the words refused to come out or you refused to ask him for his help "I need your help".

"Really!? My help!? Oh, what can I assist you on my beautiful lady?" And there he was once again.

It was nice while it lasted.

"I need you to help me..." you narrowed your eyes at him "With washing my hair".

Unexpectedly nothing happened. For a solid half minute the kitchen was completely silent. And then a thin, almost non visible trail of blood started dripping from his nose, and you rolled your eyes, ready for his gushing about his feelings for women and bla,bla,bla.

Surprisingly though Sanji actually managed to compose himself, and after wipping off the trail of blood he eagerly nodded his head.

"Look Sanji, I... I just want you to help me detangle my hair, I don´t have the strenght to do it myself and you are the only other person avaible on the ship" You explained tiredly as you laid your head over your arms on the counter.

"I´m tired and kind of ill and I need you to agree to do this ONLY if you can promise to not make any comments, or act weird, or anything"

"Well of course my beautiful..."

"That includes calling me beautiful lady, or darling, or sweetheart, or mon amour or pretty much anything except my name" you shushed him by placing your finger on his lips "As a matter of fact I have a bad headache, so if you could just not talk at all, that would be grand".

And so finally, you were able to enter the bathtub (Sanji waiting outside the bathroom of course). The warm water surrounded you, almost a little bit too hot, but just perfect to sting slightly at your skin and relax all your muscles.

You had left on a bikini, that nami had gifted you when you first met and you didn´t have any more clothes than the ones you had had on yourself. You wished you could have been wearing nothing, but with the cook it was better not to risk it.

Once you were relaxed on the tub you called Sanji to let him know that he could enter. You didn´t turn around to see him, but you heard the door opening and closing and you felt when he approached you.

You also heard the sound of bottles touching the ground, but you didn´t bother trying to see what they were. Sanji kneeled on the floor behind you, and for some time all you heard was his and your breathing and the water ripples when you shifted in your place.

Then he grabbed a little cup and used it to pour the warm water over your scalp, and finally, his hands touched your scalp. Oh how you melted, Sanji was a lot of things, both good and bad, but dammit was he good with his hands.

You could completely understand him using only his legs for fighting if what he had to protect was those hands. The way his long fingers glided through your hair, careful not to tug on a strand was simply gorgeous; and then he grabbed one of the bottles he had brought and opened it, the smell of roses filling the room as he poured some of the oil on your hair and started working on the knots.

You swore you could fall asleep to Sanji washing your hair, it was so peaceful even if it was always the same four steps: pour water, pour oil, detangle and massage. Something about having the crew´s cook so close, yet him being so calm, was just... beautiful. The quiet type of beautiful that happens when a lone flower blooms in a winter.

It could have been hours for all you knew, but the bliss that you felt from the treatment Sanji was giving you made it feel as though time didn´t exist anymore.

Eventually it all had to end, sadly, and so from one moment to the other his hands left your head.

"Are you done?" You asked, and all you received was a nod from him.

"Thank you Sanji" another nod in response.

"Is there any reason you aren´t talking to me?" You finally asked.

"You told not to talk at all" He answered back, his voice raspy and low.

"Oh" you had totally forgotten about that.

He didn´t seem mad tough, actually he was smiling kindly at you and seemed strangely relaxed. You didn´t know if it was the sickness or the general ambient that led you to asking the question, but you did it anyway.

"Would you stay while I finish?" you didn´t feel like being alone.

Wordlessly he sat on the ground right next to you and smiled again, a warmer smile this time.

Sometimes sea air wasn´t all that bad after all.

[rafeyssugar]

I seen your posts asking for requests so maybe Pitbull!Rafe x clueless!reader, and by pitbull!Rafe I mean that in the sense of while Rafe can be pretty rough around the edges and rude to other people he's actually pretty sweet with reader and maybe you can include Readers friends asking why she's with him and asking if she needs help and she's just like "huh, what do you mean? He's the nicest guy I know". Maybe she also asks Rafe why'd her friends would get that impression :>

soft spot

rafe cameron had a reputation—a big one. practically everyone in town knew him as the guy you didn’t want to mess with. rough, sharp-tongued, and downright intimidating, he was the kind of guy who could silence a room with just one look.

but to you? he was a completely different person.

you were sitting at the café with your friends, happily sipping on your iced coffee when one of them, sarah, leaned across the table. her expression was full of concern, like she was about to deliver some groundbreaking news.

“so… are you okay?” she asked, her voice low like she didn’t want to be overheard.

you blinked at her, confused. “uh, yeah? why wouldn’t i be?”

“because of rafe,” your other friend, tasha, chimed in, glancing around nervously like he might show up at any second. “he’s so… intense.”

you frowned, tilting your head. “intense? what do you mean?”

sarah sighed, giving you a look like you were being purposefully obtuse. “come on, y/n. we’ve seen him around town. he’s always scowling, yelling at people, getting into fights. we’re just worried about you, that’s all. if you ever feel like you need help—”

“help?” you cut her off, genuinely baffled. “why would i need help? rafe’s the sweetest guy i know.”

tasha raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “sweet? rafe cameron? are we talking about the same guy?”

you couldn’t help but laugh. “yes, we are! you guys don’t know him like i do. he’s not like that with me.”

your friends exchanged skeptical glances, but you didn’t have time to dwell on it because your phone buzzed with a text from rafe:

“outside, princess.”

you smiled at the screen, grabbed your bag, and stood up. “i’ll see you guys later!” you chirped, waving at your friends as you left.

outside, rafe was leaning against his truck, arms crossed over his chest. his usual scowl softened the second he saw you.

“hey, baby,” he said, his voice low and warm as he opened the passenger door for you.

you grinned up at him. “hey.”

once you were inside, rafe slid into the driver’s seat and turned to you, his hand immediately finding its place on your thigh. “your friends giving you shit again?” he asked, his brow furrowing slightly.

you shrugged. “not really. they’re just… confused about you.”

“confused?” he echoed, his tone sharp.

“they don’t understand how sweet you are,” you said, turning to face him fully.

rafe snorted, shaking his head. “sweet, huh? that what you tell ’em?”

“it’s the truth,” you said matter-of-factly, leaning closer. “they think you’re scary.”

“well, good,” he muttered, his jaw tightening for a moment. “they should. keeps idiots away from you.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “you’re impossible.”

rafe’s hand slid up from your thigh to cup your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “yeah, but you love me anyway.”

before you could respond, he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was slow but deep, full of the kind of tenderness that only you ever got to see. his other hand found your waist, pulling you closer as if he couldn’t stand the idea of any distance between you.

your fingers tangled in his hair, and you sighed against his lips, completely lost in him. when he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and his blue eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race.

“let ’em think what they want, princess,” he murmured. “as long as you know the truth.”

“i do,” you whispered, your voice soft but certain.

rafe smiled, a rare, genuine smile that made your chest ache. he pressed one last kiss to your forehead before starting the truck, his hand never leaving your thigh as he drove off.

hii, this is my first request hope you like it 🩷🩷

[empressdede]

Reconnecting Ringside

Sade is interning at WWE, hoping to gain some insight experience and runs in to Jon, an old friend. What are the chances of these two reconnecting?

Word count: 3.5K

Pairing: Jonathan x OC (Sade)

No warnings, Happy Valentine’s day ❤️••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••Jonathan Fatu adjusted his snapback as he strolled through the halls of the WWE Performance Center, his sneakers squeaking against the polished floor. Fresh off a promo rehearsal, he was already thinking about heading back to his hotel—until a familiar voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Jonathan Fatu? Is that really you?”

He turned, eyebrows raising in surprise. “Sade?”

There she stood—Sade, his old friend from back home. The years had changed her, but the warm smile and bright eyes were unmistakable. She held a media badge around her neck, a notepad in hand.

“Wow,” Jonathan chuckled, a grin spreading across his face. “Long time no see! What brings you here?”

Sade’s smile widened. “I just started an internship with WWE’s journalism team. Gonna be doing interviews, covering events, all that.”

“No way!” He beamed proudly. “Look at you, making moves. This business is wild, but you’re gonna kill it. Trust me.”

Sade laughed. “I hope so! And I’m pretty sure an interview with a certain Uso has to happen soon.”

Jonathan smirked, his playful side kicking in. “Only if you can handle the heat, ’cause when I’m on the mic, it’s straight fire!”

“Bring it on,” she teased. “Just don’t make me roast you on camera.”

Jonathan laughed loudly, shaking his head. “You ain’t changed a bit.”

Before they could say more, a voice called from down the hall—production needed Jonathan on set. He glanced back at Sade. “Yo, we gotta catch up after this. Dinner tonight?”

“Deal,” she replied.

As he walked away, Jonathan couldn’t help but smile. The WWE ring had brought him countless battles—but this? This felt like the start of something special.

-

Later that evening, Jonathan and Sade found themselves at a cozy restaurant not far from the arena. The air buzzed with the soft hum of conversations, but their table felt like its own world.

“So, WWE journalism, huh?” Jonathan leaned back, his chain catching the low light. “How’d you end up here?”

Sade smiled, setting her drink down. “Well, you know I always loved storytelling. After college, I did some freelance sports writing. Then, I saw WWE was offering an internship for media coverage. It felt like fate. And now here I am, about to cover superstars—never thought I’d run into one I actually know.”

Jonathan chuckled. “Man, life’s wild like that. Feels like yesterday we were back home, clowning around.”

Sade’s eyes sparkled. “Remember when you used to practice your promos in front of my camera for my school projects?”

Jonathan laughed loudly. “You mean those cringy ones with the bad lighting? Yeah, I remember. Guess that was my first taste of ‘The Mic.’”

Sade grinned. “I knew you had star power even then.”

Jonathan’s expression softened. “And now you’re here, chasing your own dream. That’s dope.”

Their laughter faded into a comfortable silence, and for a moment, it was just two old friends, worlds apart from where they started, but somehow right back in step.

Then Sade’s phone buzzed with a notification—Interview assignments posted. She opened it and paused, eyes widening.

“Well, looks like fate’s still working overtime,” she said, turning the screen to him.

The assignment read: “Exclusive Sit-Down Interview with Jimmy Uso – Tomorrow.”

Jonathan smirked. “Guess you’re getting that interview sooner than you thought.”

Sade raised an eyebrow, her playful competitive streak kicking in. “Hope you’re ready, Fatu. I don’t go easy on my subjects.”

Jonathan grinned, his tone playful but firm. “And I don’t pull punches. Better bring your A-game.”

Their eyes locked—a spark of excitement, challenge, and something unspoken lingering between them.

“Game on,” Sade replied with a smirk.

The following morning, backstage at a live event, the atmosphere was a mix of buzzing anticipation and focused intensity. Jonathan Fatu—better known in the ring as Jimmy Uso—sat in his dressing room, meticulously going over last-minute details. The mirror in front of him reflected a man who had weathered countless storms in the squared circle, each scar and smile telling a story of his journey.

A gentle knock at the door broke his concentration. Jonathan looked up to see Sade stepping in, notebook in hand and a confident gleam in her eye. The room, usually reserved for quiet pre-match rituals, seemed to brighten with her presence.

“Good morning, Jimmy,” she began warmly. “Ready for our sit-down?”

Jonathan grinned. “Always. It’s not every day I get to be interviewed by an old friend.”

They settled into a pair of mismatched chairs by a small table cluttered with water bottles, a coffee mug, and memorabilia from past events. Sade switched on her recorder and leaned forward. “Let’s start at the beginning. What was it like when you first realized this wasn’t just a game, but your life?”

Jonathan’s eyes softened with memory. “I remember the first time I stepped into the ring—the roaring crowd, the smell of sweat and determination. It wasn’t about winning or losing back then. It was about proving to myself that I belonged in a world where every moment mattered.”

Sade scribbled a note, then asked, “And what about the pressure of living up to a family legacy? Your brother, the rest of your clan—it all adds a layer of expectation.”

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “Family is both the weight on my shoulders and the wind beneath my wings. Every match, every promo, I’m not just fighting for myself but for everyone who’s ever believed in me. It’s a relentless drive.”

The conversation flowed naturally, as if the years apart had melted away. Sade probed further, “There must have been moments of doubt along the way. Can you share one that changed you?”

Jonathan’s gaze drifted to a framed photo on the wall—a candid shot of him and his cousins backstage, laughing after a tough day. “There was a time when I wasn’t sure I’d ever overcome the obstacles. A major injury had me sidelined longer than I’d hoped, and the fear of losing my edge was overwhelming. But in that quiet darkness, I learned that resilience isn’t just about physical strength—it’s about heart, determination, and the unwavering support of those who stand by you.”

Sade’s voice softened. “That vulnerability… it makes your triumphs all the more inspiring.”

“Exactly,” Jonathan replied, a wry smile playing on his lips. “The ring isn’t just about the spectacle you see on TV. It’s about the sweat, the scars, and the moments when you push past pain to become something more.”

A comfortable silence fell over the room as they both reflected on the weight of his journey. Finally, Sade added, “I think that’s what the fans need to hear. Behind every high-flying move and every electrifying promo, there’s a human story. A story of struggle, family, and the relentless pursuit of a dream.”

Jonathan nodded appreciatively. “And thanks to you, Sade, that story is going to be told with honesty and heart.”

The recorder clicked off as Sade closed her notebook. They sat for a moment, two friends connected by time and a shared passion for storytelling—one through the physical poetry of wrestling, the other through the power of the written word.

Stepping out into the corridor, the buzz of the arena waiting just beyond, Jonathan clapped Sade on the shoulder. “I’m looking forward to the next chapter. And hey—if you need any behind-the-scenes action, you know where to find me.”

With a final smile and a promise to reconnect after the show, Sade walked off, her mind brimming with the raw, authentic narrative of a superstar whose legacy was as much about heart as it was about hustle. And for Jonathan, the day had reaffirmed that every story—both in and out of the ring—deserves to be told.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••Weeks passed, and Sade and Jonathan settled into an easy rhythm. Between shows, interviews, and the chaos of WWE life, they always found time for each other—grabbing dinner after tapings, cracking jokes between promos, and sharing late-night conversations that blurred the line between the past and present.

Their friendship felt natural, like they had never lost time. But for Jonathan, something unexpected had started to creep in—attraction. He found himself looking forward to her laugh, the way her eyes lit up when she asked the right question, or how she stood her ground during heated debates about wrestling storylines.

One evening, they sat together in catering, plates filled with the usual post-show fare. The energy of the arena hummed faintly through the walls. Sade, scrolling through her notes for her next assignment, glanced up to catch Jonathan watching her.

She smirked. “What? Do I have something on my face?”

Jonathan shook his head, leaning back with a grin. “Nah, just—never thought I’d see you in this world. But you’re killin’ it.”

Sade chuckled, brushing off the compliment. “You always did hype me up.”

Jonathan’s eyes glinted with curiosity, and he tilted his head playfully. “So, tell me… you leave a boyfriend behind to pursue this dream?”

Sade paused mid-sip of her water, then burst out laughing. “Boyfriend? Nah, haven’t had one in a while. Been single for two years now.”

Jonathan’s eyebrows lifted slightly, though he kept his cool. “Yeah? Why’s that?”

She raised an eyebrow, her playful side kicking in. “Why you askin’, Fatu?”

Jonathan shrugged casually, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes. “Just curious.”

Sade smirked. “You’re terrible at being subtle, you know that?”

Jonathan laughed, rubbing his chin. “Maybe. But I’m good at being real.”

A charged silence settled between them, one that felt… different. Sade felt the weight of his gaze, but before she could unpack it, a crew member called her name from across the room.

She stood, flashing him a quick grin. “Well, just curious, I gotta get back to work. See you later, Fatu.”

Jonathan watched her walk away, a slow smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah,” he muttered under his breath. “See you later.”

But as she disappeared down the hall, one thought stuck in his mind: This ain’t just friendship anymore.

-

The more time Jonathan spent with Sade, the more his feelings tangled. Friendship had always been easy with her—jokes, conversations, the comfort of someone who just got him. But now? He found himself noticing everything—the way her eyes crinkled when she laughed, how she challenged him in conversations, how her passion for storytelling mirrored his passion for the ring.

But the more he felt it, the more he panicked.

Jonathan wasn’t a stranger to love—he’d been through enough to know how messy it could get. And with Sade? She was his friend. Hell, his best friend. If he crossed that line and it went south, he could lose something he hadn’t even realized he needed so badly.

So, he buried it. Teased her like always. Kept his playful charm front and center.

But his heart kept slipping through the cracks.

One Night After SmackDown

The locker room buzz had died down, and Jonathan was cooling off from his match, towel draped around his neck when his phone buzzed.

Sade: “Still here? Grab a late bite with me?”

He didn’t hesitate. “Bet. Meet you outside.”

They ended up at a small diner—not glamorous, but the kind of place that felt real. Sade was deep into a story about a backstage interview gone hilariously wrong, and Jonathan, fork paused halfway to his mouth, just… watched her.

“You good?” she teased, catching his stare.

He blinked, covering with a smirk. “Yeah, yeah. Just… you really love this, don’t you?”

Sade’s expression softened. “I do. I love getting to know people, hearing their stories. Wrestling isn’t just about fights—it’s about heart, passion, legacy. And you…” She nudged him playfully. “You live that every night.”

Jonathan felt a warmth he couldn’t shake. “Yeah, well… guess I’m lucky I got someone who sees the real side of all this.”

Their eyes locked—something unspoken humming between them for a beat too long.

Later That Week – At the WWE Performance Center

Jonathan decided he needed to do something about these feelings—anything—before they started eating him alive.

So, he did what he knew best: he hit the ring. Training always cleared his head. Except, this time, it didn’t.

Every corner of the ring reminded him of Sade—because she was everywhere now. In his matches, his promos, his downtime. And it wasn’t annoying. It was terrifying how right it felt.

Finally, he stopped, breathing hard, hands on his knees. “Man… what the hell’s wrong with me?” he muttered.

A voice from behind startled him. “You good, Uce?”

Jonathan turned to see Joshua, arms crossed, watching him with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah,” Jonathan lied, wiping his face. “Just workin’ some stuff out.”

Josh wasn’t buying it. “Man, you wrestlin’ ghosts or somethin’? What’s really on your mind?”

Jonathan hesitated, then sighed heavily. “It’s… Sade.”

Josh’s eyebrows shot up, a smirk forming. “Ohhh. Sade. Say less.”

Jonathan groaned, “Man, don’t start—”

Josh cut him off, serious now. “You feelin’ her?”

Jonathan rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah. I mean… I didn’t plan on it. But it’s like—she’s my friend, but she’s more than that, too. And I don’t wanna mess it up.”

Joshua clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Bro, when you know, you know. But if you’re already over here sweatin’ and stressin’ like this? It’s ‘cause you care.”

Jonathan looked at his brother, the truth hitting him square in the chest. “Yeah… I do.”

–

Lying on his bed, phone in hand, Jonathan’s thumb hovered over Sade’s contact.

He typed: “You up?”

Then deleted it.

Tried again: “Hey, you wanna talk?”

Deleted that, too.

Frustrated, he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Get it together, Fatu.”

But deep down, he knew—this wasn’t something he could fight like an opponent in the ring.

This was something he had to face.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••Valentine’s Day was a week away, and Jonathan Fatu had one thing on his mind—Sade.

The decision to finally tell her how he felt was clear, but how he’d do it? That was where he was stuck. He wanted it to be perfect—something meaningful, something that showed her just how much she meant to him.

So, between training, matches, and travel, he found himself scrolling through ideas—dinners, flowers, maybe something personal like a custom WWE jacket with her name on it. But every option felt too small for how big his feelings had become.

The planning was driving him crazy—and, without realizing it, making him distant.

Sade Notices the Change. At first, Sade didn’t think much of it. Jonathan was busy—WWE life was hectic, and they both knew that. But as days passed, she felt it—text replies were shorter, their usual jokes felt half-hearted, and he wasn’t hitting her up to hang out like he usually did.

After their last interview together, he barely stuck around—just a quick “Good job” and he was gone.

Sade couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

Talking to Joshua

Sade decided to get to the bottom of it, and who better to ask than Jonathan’s twin, Joshua?

She found him backstage after SmackDown, cooling down from his segment.

“Hey, Jey,” she greeted, her voice light but uncertain.

Joshua smiled, towel draped over his neck. “What’s good, Sade?”

She hesitated briefly, then got straight to it. “Can I ask you something? It’s about Jonathan.”

Joshua’s eyebrows lifted knowingly. “Oh?”

Sade shifted her weight, arms crossing. “He’s been… different lately. Distant. Did I… do something? Is he mad at me?”

Josh chuckled, shaking his head. “Nah, you didn’t do anything.”

Sade narrowed her eyes. “Then what’s going on? We were tight, and now it’s like I barely know what’s on his mind.”

Joshua debated for a second—he knew what his brother was up to, but it wasn’t his place to spoil it.

Instead, he grinned slyly. “Lemme just say this—My brother’s head is in the game… but his heart? Yeah, that’s somewhere else right now.”

Sade frowned in confusion. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Joshua gave a small shrug but couldn’t hide his amusement. “You’ll see soon enough. Trust me.”

Sade’s confusion only deepened. “You Fatu boys and your cryptic answers…”

Josh laughed, “What can I say? We love a good storyline.”

-

Meanwhile, Jonathan was pulling every string he could to make this Valentine’s Day unforgettable. He called in a favor with WWE production for something special during that night’s show—a personal video package with highlights of their friendship, moments from their interviews, and even a few candid clips.

His heart pounded at the thought of it. This wasn’t just a gesture—this was him laying it all on the line.

But he hadn’t spoken to her much because if he did… he’d slip. He knew it.

Sade, still confused and slightly frustrated, wondered if Jonathan was pulling away from her for another reason entirely.

But what she didn’t know was that Jonathan wasn’t pulling away—

He was getting ready to step closer than ever before.

Valentine’s Day -

Valentine’s Day arrived, and the energy backstage was electric. Red and pink decorations lined the catering area—thanks to some overzealous staffers—and the buzz of the night’s matches filled the air.

Jonathan, though? His heart was racing for a different reason. Tonight was the night. His plan was set—the video package would air after his segment. But before that… he needed to ask her. Directly.

Sade was reviewing her notes for a post-match interview when she heard a familiar voice behind her.

“Hey.”

She turned, and there he was—Jonathan, looking slightly… nervous? She raised an eyebrow. “Well, well, if it isn’t Mr. MIA. You finally decided to show up.”

Jonathan rubbed his neck sheepishly. “Yeah, about that… I’ve been, uh, working on something.”

Sade folded her arms, smirking. “Something so important you had to ghost me?”

Jonathan chuckled softly, but then his tone shifted—serious, genuine. “Nah… something for you.”

Sade’s expression softened. “For me?”

Jonathan took a small breath—this was it. “Yeah… So, listen. I know I’ve been distant, but it’s ‘cause I’ve been trying to figure out how to do this right.”

He stepped closer, his voice steady but warm. “So, I’m just gonna say it plain—Sade… will you be my Valentine?”

Sade blinked, her lips parting in surprise. Of all the things she expected—that wasn’t one of them.

Then, a slow, radiant smile spread across her face. “You mean all this time you were stressing about this?”

Jonathan chuckled nervously. “Yeah… pretty much.”

Sade shook her head with a laugh. “You really are something else, Fatu.” She paused, eyes softening. “But… yeah. I’d love to be your Valentine.”

Jonathan’s grin could’ve lit up the entire arena. “Good. ‘Cause I wasn’t takin’ no for an answer.”

Later that night, as the crowd roared and the lights dimmed for a transition segment, the arena screens flickered to life—playing a special video package.

Footage of Jonathan and Sade appeared—interviews, shared laughs, behind-the-scenes clips… their story. The final frame read:

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Sade. — Jonathan”

Sade, watching from the interview set, felt her chest tighten—warmth flooding through her.

And as the camera panned back to Jonathan, standing in the ring with a mic, he smiled toward her direction.

“Yo, Sade,” his voice boomed, “Just wanted everyone to know—you’ve already made this the best Valentine’s Day.”

The crowd erupted in cheers, and Sade couldn’t fight the grin on her face.

The cheers from the crowd still echoed faintly through the halls as Sade and Jonathan stood together backstage, the energy of his Valentine’s Day surprise still buzzing between them.

Sade pulled back slightly from their hug, her eyes searching his. “That… was unreal, Jon. I don’t even know what to say.”

Jonathan’s gaze softened, his hands lingering at her waist. “Don’t gotta say anything. Just… tell me how you feel.”

Sade’s heart pounded. She felt the weight of the moment—the years of friendship, the teasing, the laughter, and now… this.

So, she stopped thinking.

And closed the distance.

Their lips met—soft, warm, and every bit as perfect as she’d imagined. The world around them blurred into nothing, the noise fading until it was just them.

When they pulled back, Sade’s breath was shaky, but her smile was radiant. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jonathan’s lips curled into a grin, his forehead resting against hers. “You have no idea how long I’ve been hoping you would.”

The unspoken was spoken, and everything felt… right.

And as they stood there, lost in each other, one thing was certain—this wasn’t the end.

It was just the beginning.

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[marscardigan]

paper rings

ellie williams x fem!reader

summary: on valentine’s day, you dig in the box where you saved all ellie’s sweet details.

cw: none! just tooth-rotting fluff. just wanted to write something cute for todayy so here it is <3

When Ellie Williams falls in love, she falls hard.

It’s not like that happened often, and not everyone could meet her soft side -especially the one where she is a total loser.

But when it came to love you, for Ellie, it was as easy as breathing. But it was complicates for her to express her feelings verbally, that is why since she met you, she showed you her love with everything else. Today was February fourteen, Valentine's Day. And she couldn’t be with you to spend the day, because she was on a long patrol trip.

When the sun set, you started missing your girlfriend more than usual, because by that time Ellie would be home, lying in bed rambling about her day, tracing patterns on your back with her cold fingers. So, instead of getting all sad and mopey, you got up and grabbed the box that was always on top of your bookshelf, a box that was meticulously decorated by herself.

You grabbed it and went back to the bed, where you opened it. The first thing that you saw was a pile of postcards that Ellie gifted you from everywhere she'd been. You had one from San Francisco, New York, Alabama, Boston... You still don't know how she finds them.

A soft laugh left your lips when you saw a couple of notes from when you first started talking. God, you remember it too well, even if it had been almost a year.

You'd always known Ellie from afar, and you weren't blind, she was a smart girl, funny, awkward, strong, and a lesbian. You were surprised the girls didn't throw themselves at her, but then again. You tried to flirt with her, complimenting the most stupid thing, but she didn't seem to notice.

It wasn't until her birthday that something clicked between the two of you. Ellie's personality changes a lot, depending on the people she's with. When Dina told her about your crush towards her, she suddenly lost all her knowledges about talking. She went all shy, and started leaving you silly notes on your porch by the end of the day.

From your hair looks pretty today, to everyone deserves someone like you in their lives, or I still fall in love with you every day.

Lots of sketches were inside that box, too. Ellie loved drawing you, making you tiny poems that at first she was too ashamed to let you see, but with time she learned to show you her most delicate parts of herself, the ones you especially loved the most.

Digging up some more, you found a Polaroid of the two of you kissing, your eyes closed and Ellie's smile shinning. Your eyes threatened to let tears out when you grabbed two paper rings, still sticky from the glue, that Ellie made you for your first month together. She broke one before giving them to you, and she was so sad you had to fix it together.

One thing about Ellie as your girlfriend is that she remembers everything. She never forgets a face. So when one day on patrol you pointed out a poster of your favorite artist with pure excitement, she remembered, and for almost two months she'd been searching for the perfect mix of songs from them to gave it to you, with all the songs that reminded her of you too.

The next day, when Ellie came back home, she found your sleepy figure curled up inside the bed, with the box still by your side, and a letter she wrote between your hands.

She smiled at the view, and woke you up, peppering kisses on your cheeks, and hiding the bouquet of flowers she picked herself behind her. She was such a sap, but you loved it. You loved every part of her.

[pupyuj]

imagine dom!g!p!liz x sub!reader overstim , liz using reader for her pleasure :(( poor reader starts crying but liz still doesn't stop :(( pls do this I will cry

THANK GOD i dug deep into my inbox bcs if i didn’t see this i would have thought that you guys don’t want to see nothing but yujin and wonyoung from me 😭😭😭 that being said I NEED MORE JIWON, GAEUL, AND REI ASKS THROWN MY WAY 😞😞💔

[cw: dubcon, g!p liz, blowjob, unhealthy power dynamic.]

sexually frustrated nervous wreck of a senior jiwonie x blissfully unaware moony-eyed trainee reader, my beloveds 🫠🫠

having jiwon as your #1 idol of all time bcs you thought she was just like you!! so shy and adorably clumsy, but was born with a boatload of talent for performing and singing!! hell, wony and yuj might be the reason you chose starship out of all the companies that attempted to recruit you but jiwon is really the girl that made you stay and commit your hardwork and efforts to the company! 🥺 and ofc jiwon was quick to acknowledge and express her gratitude for your support, verbally too!

jiwon didn’t know it then but your starstruck eyes that you couldn’t keep off of her really unlocked something inside her… 😵‍💫

but getting closer and closer until the two of you were the best of friends… hanging out outside of the company building, having places and things you can call as your guys’ places and things, taking silly pictures of each other in your respective phones and cameras, helping each other through the hardest hurdles of your lives 🥰🥰 seems all fine and dandy, right?? but you didn’t know that one day you would be helping jiwon with so much more than you can handle! 🫣

why, one day you were feeding each other ice cream while watching a classic chick flick when you noticed that jiwon seemed to be so down, something about stupid hurtful comments online affecting her self-esteem :(( she apologized for being such a mood killer but she really didn't need to! and she doesn't have to be anymore bcs you told her you'd do anything to cheer her up and make her smile again, such a pure girl you are! 🥺

unfortunately for you, you really didn't expect that sucking her dick with your little inexperienced mouth would be the one thing that would comfort her! :(( the cuddling was fine, even the kisses were okay... but grabbing your hair and putting your face against her crotch and forcing her dick down your throat?? that was a bit much... but if it meant making your jiwon-unnie happy? ofc you'd do it as best as you could! 🤭🤭

you didn't even have to worry about not knowing how to do any of this! jiwonie will guide you herself! 😍 nails attached to your scalp, controlling your pace, holding you down when it feels too good, telling you all about how good you were making her feel and all the different things you could do to make it all better for her 😍😍 she wouldn't even care that you're choking on her cum :(( she'll barely even give you a break before invading your mouth again, completely forgetting that not only were you her precious junior but also her friend <//3 you're just a pretty toy for her to use and play with now :((

definitely abuses your cunt when she gets the chance too, are you kidding 😭😭 jiwonie never wanted to admit but she has always looked at you inappropriately but just never wanted to give in to her desires until now and it was partly your fault bcs you were so nice and kind… how could jiwon not take advantage of that? ☹️ and you’re laying face down on her bed with your ass up feeling so torn bcs it really, really hurt when jiwonie’s just mindlessly ramming her cock inside you but your knuckles are turning white gripping the sheets out of pure pleasure, and you’re screaming her name so beautifully so you obviously want more, right??

and it’s weird bcs yeah the things she’s doing to you are wrong but she’s still so sweet to you?? she apologizes multiple times while using you to get off and cares for you so well afterwards that you don’t want to resist or say anything when she starts touching you again 🫠

[semihearts]

Wait you think I’m pretty?

Pairing: Thanos x reader

Summary: Thanos and you are childhood friends and joined the game together, when he almost mess up during a game for being too high, he understands that you cant loose him… because you love him

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hope you like this one!! Feel free to leave opinions and suggestions <3

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When you agreed on joining some shit game Thanos was talking about all week, you could never guess that they weren’t just normal games, but actually deadly ones.

-‘’Where the fuck did you get us in Thanos? I swear I’ll kill you”. -“Senorita relax!! This first game was easy, ,we’ll make out of here alive with all that money”.

You and Thanos are friends since you can remember, and honestly you can never get used to his weird personality and he still manages to get you surprised all the time. Of course he brought with him his necklace, which is full of surprises as well, but you didn’t expect that in a place like this, his first concern was to get high as hell.

During lights out, Thanos would get in your bed and lay with you, and you knew he never slept. Maybe its the effects of the drugs, but you like to believe that he’s taking care of you - and you’re actually correct, he could never sleep knowing that there’s even crazier people then him a few steps away, who knows what they would try to do to you if he weren’t close -.

During mingle, he always made sure to grab your hand and tried to stay focused, even though he was literally seeing rainbows and unicorns - all thanks to the colored pills on his cross-. When the robotic voice said Two, he already knew who to pick. You ran first to secure a room, but once you got there… where the fuck was Thanos?

In the middle of the room, there he was. Completely still, with a confused face, and lost eyes, is he out of his mind??

-‘’Thanos!! Thanos what the hell are you doing?” You screamed his name but it seemed like he was in another world

10, 9, 8…

You ran towards him, grabbed his arm and ran, of course there was people getting in the room you secured before, as you had to leave it. Thanos was clearly off, his life was in a thin line and he had no reaction or expression. This game is about surviving, even if it means killing others, and that’s the thought you stuck to.

Using all your willpower, you managed to push those players out of the room and drag Thanos inside, locking the door.

-“Thanos!” Nothing -“Thanos!!” Nothing -“Su-bong!” His eyes were immediately on you.

Like he just woke up from a bad dream, his eyes found yours, he was awake. You never called him by his real name, which is almost dead to him, he is Thanos, that’s him now, he’s way happier being this new person.

‘’What- what just happened? Oh my God Senorita I’m literally sooo high right now-“

‘’Im tired of this, really Thanos. You could’ve died right there, all thanks to these stupid pills. But of course you never listen to me when I tell you to not use them before a game. I don’t know why out of everyone I chose to love you! You’re a complete idiot”.

“Wait did you just confess?”

“That you’re a jerk?”

“Nah fuck that, you just said that you love me girl”.

[hollaforlyla]

Hello!! Can I request a Sonic x fem reader where Sonic comforts reader who is struggling with low self esteem, and Sonic comforts and ultimately confesses he is in love with reader 🫶

" MORE THAN ENOUGH " ── sonic x fem!reader

yahooooo, we love confessing our feelings to our friends however you will never see me doing that bc im a chicken anywho happy valentine's day everyone 💖💌 no warnings, just fluff🫶🏻💖

You sat on the edge of a grassy hill, knees pulled to your chest as the wind gently ruffled your fur. The sky was painted in warm hues of orange and pink, the sun slowly dipping below the horizon. It should’ve been a beautiful sight, but your thoughts made it hard to appreciate.

You sighed, gripping your arms tighter around yourself. Lately, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you weren’t enough— not strong enough, not fast enough, not… important enough. You weren’t like Sonic. He was brave, selfless, a hero. You were just… you.

You barely noticed the blur of blue until a familiar voice broke through your thoughts.

"Yo, there you are! I've been looking all over for ya!"

You turned slightly, finding Sonic standing behind you, his usual confident grin faltering when he saw your expression. Without another word, he plopped down beside you, resting his arms on his knees.

"Okay, spill it," he said, tilting his head toward you. "What's on your mind?"

You hesitated, biting your lip. "It’s… nothing, really."

Sonic arched a brow. "C'mon, [Y/N]. You don’t have to do that with me." His voice was softer now, more serious. "Talk to me."

You sighed, staring at the horizon. "I just… I don’t feel like I’m good enough. For anything. I feel like I'm just… here. Like I don’t matter as much as everyone else."

Silence stretched between you two, but instead of feeling awkward, it was comforting. Sonic was thinking, really thinking, about what you said. Then, without warning, he stood up, turning to face you with that determined look in his eyes.

"Alright, first of all, that’s the biggest load of nonsense I’ve ever heard."

Your eyes widened. "Wha—"

"You’re more than enough, [Y/N]." He knelt down in front of you, placing a hand on your shoulder. "I mean it. You matter. You always have. You don’t have to be the fastest or the strongest— you just have to be you. And trust me, that’s already pretty awesome."

Your chest tightened at his words. "But—"

"No buts." He poked your forehead lightly, making you blink. "You’re kind, you’re smart, and you make things better just by being around. You keep me grounded, y’know that?"

Your heart skipped a beat, and you suddenly found it hard to meet his gaze. "...You really think that?"

Sonic huffed a small laugh. "Of course I do. And…" His voice wavered just slightly before he rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks dusted with the faintest pink. "Honestly? I think you’re more than just important. You mean a lot to me, [Y/N]. More than I probably realized at first."

Your breath hitched. "Sonic…"

His emerald eyes softened as he took your hands in his. "I… I think I’m in love with you."

The world seemed to stop. Your heart pounded so hard you swore he could hear it. Sonic… loved you?

"You don’t have to say anything right now," he added quickly, but his grip on your hands didn’t falter. "I just… I needed you to know. Because no matter what you think, you’re not 'just here.' You mean everything to me."

Tears pricked your eyes, but this time, they weren’t from sadness. A shaky smile formed on your lips as you squeezed his hands back.

"You mean everything to me too, Sonic."

Relief washed over his face before his grin returned, though softer, more genuine. "Well, that’s good to hear."

Without thinking, you leaned forward, resting your forehead against his. Sonic froze for a second before chuckling, his arms wrapping around you in a warm embrace.

"See?" he murmured. "Told ya you’re amazing."

And for the first time in a long while… you believed it.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Can we please get a “lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets” reader riding James in his black album tour leather jacket??? Like to the point then she’s so overstimulated, so just collapses on top of him, but he’s fucking her from underneath???? And he’s just spitting filth….

Warnings: smut, daddy kink, riding, oral (m receiving), overstimulation, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

James saw you around on the tour, seeing you running around taking orders, always wearing those loosely frame fitting clothes.

He always wondered if you’d take orders from him just the same.

James had been trying to get you to himself for awhile, usually by pulling you aside and talking to you until someone came over and yelled at you for being distracting. They’d apologize to James for you wasting his time, he’d accept it and smile as you huffed and walked off.

You were riding in one of the buses, buckled to a couch. It was late and you were just looking over some papers.

“Hey,” a voice came, pulling you from your work, “can you come here a second? I need your help with something.” It was James leaning out of his room from the back of the bus. The members all got their own rooms whereas the crew got couches, the floor, occasionally shared hotel rooms but that was a rare occurrence.

You got up and went to his room where he’d already slipped back into.

You opened the door and froze in the doorway. James was leaning back against the headboard, jacket still wrapped over him while his pants were tossed on the floor, now just in boxers that strained against his raging hard on.

James chuckled at your expression, eyes wide and jaw slack, cheeks heating up. “C’mere.” He said with a grin, patting his thigh. “And lock the door.”

You stayed where you were, frozen in place. When you got your feet moving again you closed the door, locking it before crawling on the bed to him.

James grabbed your face in his hand, a tight grip squishing your cheeks. He pulled you closer and kissed you, his tongue forcing its way past your lips. Your muscles fought for dominance, James was bigger and stronger, he literally had you in his hands.

Yet you won.

You got his hands off of you, your own going to his hair and you tugged on it, pulling his head back and drawing a moan from him.

You smiled down at you, keeping a hand in his hair while the other cupped his cheek, thumb swiping over his lips. “Pretty boy, make that sound again.”

James was furious, how could you speak to him like that? And why did it have to feel so good?

He placed his hands on your shoulders and pushed you down, shoving your face into his clothed cock. “Suck it.” He grunted, teeth fitted together.

You huffed but did as he asked, taking him out of his boxers and letting his hard dick tip your chin. His grin widened as he gathered your hair in his hand, holding it in his fist and forcing himself down your throat.

You gagged and choked around his girth, only working to fuel his ego and he started thrusting up into you. Drool dribbled out the corner of your mouth, tears welled in your eyes but you refused to let them spill.

James felt himself nearing the edge, his cock pulsing and leaking down your throat. His hold on your annoyed you to know extent, since the tour started he was a bitch and this was the cherry on top.

You bit down on him, not hard enough to cause any harm but just enough to make him jump. He let go of you, hand coming down hard on your cheek when you say up.

“The fucks wrong with you?!” He yelled. He reached for you and your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling yourself closer to him, lips crashing down on his.

James wanted to push you off, throw you around. He wanted to pin you down and fuck you like he fantasized, but this? This was… so, so much better.

He was moaning into the kiss, getting louder when you let him push into you. “Fuck, you’re so good.” He mumbled into the kiss, hands finding your hips but he didn’t need to guide you as you started bouncing on him yourself.

A knot was building in your gut already, James heard the change in your moans, getting higher and needier until you were shaking against him. He kissed down your jaw, expecting you to get off of him, when you didn’t he held your face to look at him.

“You’re alright, sweetheart?” He asked, kissing your cheek.

You nodded and started rolling your hips again, whining. “Just-jus’needed aminute.” You mumbled, eyes screwing shut.

James was pleasantly surprised, in a good way. “Needy little bitch, so fucking horny, huh?” You nodded, a tired smile finding its way to your face. “Just for me, right? You want my dick, no one else’s.”

“Yes, want daddy’s dick, only daddy’s.” James’s eyes widened at that, something snapping in him and he met your hips halfway, fucking up into you.

Your moans got higher, louder, James knew the walls were thin and you were definitely waking people up but he couldn’t bring himself to care, not when you looked so filthy in his lap.

“Oh, you’re taking me so well.” He groaned, looking down at where you connected, where his cock disappeared inside you, getting sucked back in every few seconds.

“Fuck, feels so good, daddy.” You whined, clinging to him, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. Your thighs were burning, quickly giving out but you were so close, it was a burning ache in your gut.

James felt your body going limp on top of him, yours words kept coming out slurred and mumbled, eyes crossing and rolling back, tongue lulling out, he was shocked your were still conscious seeing as how many times you’d cum so far.

He kept thrusting up into you, bringing you over the edge a last time and you crashed against him. He thought for sure you could keep going but you were out, nuzzling into him.

James chuckled at your state and kissed your cheek. “That’s fine, sweetheart, I’ll be quick.” He mused, not ready to stop until he came.

[hhughes]

https://www.tumblr.com/bedsyandco/765140858987331584/more-atreader-content-pretty-please

Yes yes yes to Jack getting injured and having to see her

I feel like he would try to play it off as not that bad when it is really bad

note: forgot how much I adored writing these two. thank you for sending in for them nonnie <33

jack winces as he adjusts his position on the bench for the sixth time since he sat down. as if he could simply shuffle away the sharp pain shooting up his shoulder.

“jack” he hears his coach’s voice behind him and he glances that way just in time to see keefe gesturing behind him. telling jack to go down the tunnel and let one of the trainers check him out.

“i’m good coach. just winded. but i’ll be good in a few minutes” jack argues, trying to keep himself from wincing as he stretches his shoulder in a weird way to keep eye contact with the older man.

keefe doesn’t buy it. not for a second. “go down the tunnel, hughes. it’s an order not a suggestion”

jack sighs, rubbing his face, but he knows better than to keep arguing. he hobbles down the bench, unclips his helmet, and makes his way down the tunnel. his shoulder is killing him, but the last thing he wants is to get pulled from the game.

the second he gets close to the end of the tunnel, he sees you waiting, arms crossed, a knowing expression already on your face.

“you were winded, huh?” you ask, tilting your head.

jack groans. “don’t start.” he doesn’t bother asking how you knew he said that, since you weren’t on the bench when he uttered the lie. he knows by now that you have eyes and ears everywhere.

“oh, I will start.” you motion for him to sit and he starts taking off his jersey “because I saw that hit. and I saw you favoring your left side for the last five shifts.”

jack mutters something under his breath but doesn’t fight you when you move closer, fingers already prodding at his shoulder. the second you press against the joint, he tenses, sucking in a sharp breath.

you nod, unimpressed. “yeah, totally just winded.”

jack gives you a weak smile. “mind reader, huh?”

you roll your eyes but soften a little, carefully rotating his arm to test his mobility. his jaw clenches when you lift it above shoulder height.

“jack,” you say, gentler this time. “you have to be honest with me. you can’t just push through everything.”

he exhales through his nose, tilting his head up to look at the ceiling. after a moment, he mutters, “it’s not that bad. just sore.”

you level him with a look. “sore or shooting pain?”

jack hesitates. too long.

“jack.”

he sighs, finally meeting your eyes. “…both.”

you bite the inside of your cheek, trying not to let your frustration show. not at him—well, okay, maybe a little at him—but mostly at the situation. you know he just wants to play.

but you also know if he keeps pushing, he’ll only make it worse.

“you’re sitting for the rest of the game,” you tell him firmly, already reaching for the ice pack.

jack groans, dragging a hand down his face. “come on—”

“non-negotiable,” you cut in, pressing the ice to his shoulder. “you need to rest. i’ll re-evaluate after the game, but I swear, jack, if you argue with me one more time—”

jack huffs, shaking his head, but there’s a tiny smirk on his lips. “you threatening me, doc?”

you glare at him. “not a doctor.”

he grins, but after a moment, his expression softens. he reaches up—his good arm this time—and taps your wrist lightly.

“c’mon i’m fine. i can finish the game. there’s only like six minutes left anyway” he pleads

you exhale slowly, pressing your lips together. “yeah, and I’m sure your team is more than capable of playing without you for six minutes.”

jack scoffs, shaking his head. “look, I can’t just—”

“I don’t remember when you decided my professional opinion was optional, hughes,” you cut in, tone sharp. “I wasn’t asking.”

jack gives you a look, jaw clenching like he wants to keep arguing. you can practically see the stubborn thoughts running through his head—how six minutes isn’t a big deal, how he’s played through worse, how he thinks he knows his body better than you do.

you lean forward slightly, lowering your voice. “if you want, I can take this to your coaches and have them be the ones to pull you. would that make you feel better?”

his nostrils flare. “you wouldn’t.”

you hold his gaze, completely unphased. “try me.”

jack groans dramatically, throwing his head back. “God, you’re impossible.”

“you’re impossible,” you counter, pressing the ice pack more firmly against his shoulder. he hisses, shooting you a glare, but you don’t budge.

a moment passes before he exhales, finally relenting. “fine.”

you nod, satisfied. “good. that’s all you had to say in the first place.”

jack mutters something under his breath that you definitely don’t catch, but he doesn’t move to get up again. you take that as a victory.

still, as you start writing up his injury report, he nudges your knee with his own. “y’know,” he mumbles, his voice a little quieter, “you could just say you care about me.”

you pause, glancing at him. his eyes are teasing, but there’s something softer underneath.

you shake your head, suppressing a smile. “don’t push it, hughes. and put your shirt back on,” you order

“why is it distracting you” he smirks and lets out a laugh as you throw his jersey over his head before making your way out the little room

[brainddeadd]

Valentine’s Day

Pre-kiss and getting together

Valentine’s Day had arrived, and while the rest of the world seemed to be caught up in romantic dinners and flower deliveries, you were comfortably nestled in the Hughes’ apartment with your favorite guys—Jack, Luke, Nico, and Dawson. A perfect recipe for an anti-Valentine’s celebration: an evening of friendship, chocolate, and classic rom-coms.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, you sprawled across the couch, a colorful blanket thrown over your lap. Heart-shaped boxes of chocolates surrounded you, courtesy of Jack, who insisted that no Valentine’s Day celebration would be complete without copious amounts of sugar.

“You guys ready for a movie marathon?” you asked, holding up the DVD cases of How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days and Pretty Woman.

Dawson leaned back in his seat, munching on a chocolate-covered strawberry. “Can we just appreciate the fact that we’re all single and have each other? Who needs a partner?”

Luke snorted. “Honestly, at least we don’t have to worry about finding a gift or booking a reservation.”

“Or listening to cheesy love songs,” Jack added, rolling his eyes.

Nico chuckled, pouring a bowl of popcorn. “This is the most low-stress Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had.”

The night kicked off with How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, and soon the apartment was filled with laughter and playful banter. You settled comfortably between Jack and Luke, feeling the warmth of camaraderie around you.

“You know, I think I could pull off the whole ‘what not to do’ strategy,” you said, glancing at Dawson as Kate Hudson’s character made all the wrong moves with Matthew McConaughey’s character.

“Oh, I have no doubt,” Jack teased, nudging you playfully. “You could scare any guy away in ten minutes.”

“You underestimate my charm,” you replied, feigning offense.

Nico shook his head with a smile. “I’d pay to see you try.”

As the movie continued, you found yourself chuckling at the ridiculousness of it all. The boys were no help, constantly throwing in their own commentary and quips.

“That’s not how you win a guy over,” Jack declared dramatically as the main character made another blunder.

“What’s wrong with being bold?” you shot back, laughing. “It’s better than being boring.”

“True, but we can’t all pull off a bold move like that,” Luke replied, gesturing dramatically like the characters on screen.

After the credits rolled, you all dove into the chocolates, and Luke picked up a piece, holding it out to you like a knight offering a treasure. “For the fairest of them all,” he said, laughing.

You giggled, accepting the piece. “How sweet of you! But I can’t help but notice that the fairest one here is obviously me.”

As the second movie, Pretty Woman, started, the vibe shifted. You all settled in, caught up in the charm of Julia Roberts and Richard Gere. The classic romance was a favorite, and you couldn’t help but feel a little envious of the whirlwind love story.

“Could you imagine being taken on a shopping spree like that?” Dawson mused, a wistful look on his face.

“Only if it comes with a fancy hotel room,” Jack chimed in. “Or maybe a sports car.”

Nico laughed. “I think you just want an excuse to drive a nice car.”

“Who wouldn’t?” Jack shot back with a grin.

As the film continued, you could feel the lightheartedness in the air. The guys were incredibly protective and supportive, but they also knew how to make you feel included and cherished.

“If anyone tries to date you, we’ll scare them off,” Luke declared, feigning a serious expression. “We’ll form a protective brotherhood.”

“A brotherhood that eats chocolates and watches rom-coms?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

“Exactly,” Dawson replied, laughing. “That’s our secret weapon.”

“Well, if you guys scare them away, I’ll just send them to you,” you said, playfully winking. “You can deal with all the awkwardness.”

The night wore on, filled with more laughter and plenty of snacking. As the credits rolled on Pretty Woman, you all settled back into the couch, feeling the comfortable weight of friendship envelop you.

“This was the best Valentine’s Day,” you said, leaning back against the couch, your heart full.

Jack grinned, raising a chocolate-covered strawberry. “To friendship, and the best anti-Valentine’s crew!”

“To us!” everyone cheered, clinking their snacks together in a toast.

“And to no drama!” Nico added, laughing.

The night ended with a game of charades, more laughter, and a reminder that sometimes the best love is the love shared among friends. As you fell asleep that night, surrounded by your teammates, you knew this Valentine’s Day was one you’d always cherish—a day of friendship, laughter, and the warmth of knowing you had your very own family in the New Jersey Devils.