#poly fix it for the win

[outta-trouble]

why do i have to choose between sonadow and sonamy can't anybody like poly relationships

[3lsmp]

the adventures of ghost hunter skizz and his 4 irritated BELOVED partners!!

[mentalovermachinery]

Guys I think I'm falling in love with my heated blanket... it's so warm and nice and it feels like I'm being hugged. How could I not fall in love?!? I just got him and I already love him..... happy holidays everyone :3

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Natalie Barney is so iconic.

She really went put of her way to be a great artist, help other artists- specially woman - and date all the pretty ladies and she did it.

Also sry for her dad but if both my wife and my daugther were super talented artists who loved what they did I would be super proud and not be against it at all. Sry but I"m different.

[ghostvibesonly]

season 4 is a go guys THIS IS HOW WE CAN STILL WIN-

Here is my contribution to the fandom

I call it "The Bi Ted Thesis"

[saintshadow]

𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓊 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓉𝑒𝒸𝓉𝑒𝒹?

#001

You are being protected by disasters, destruction, or confusion coming upon your enemies. Perhaps someone left you feeling detached, cold, unwanted, abandoned, neglected etc.. I see that something or someone is moving to take down a lie or deception being spread to cause harm. This could have to do with family or friends, a sense of harmony and peace will be restored. Alternatively, you could be given an out or being booted out of a situation suddenly and unexpectedly in ORDER to protect you from people around you.

You may be being protected from public image or perceptions about you that people are fighting about. You may lose a friend- and you could realize this friend is FAKE AS HELL. You could be moving on from this situation or person. It’s not as bad as you think, it may feel intense and overwhelming but it’s really better this way. Things may not be what you think they are, and sometimes it’s better to realize when you’re making excuses for others. You know something isnt adding up or is wrong- but you ignore it because you don’t want to go. With love I say to you dear reader, be fucking fr.

I see that some kind of loss is actually a win. I feel like this has to do with my last pick a card pile where I mentioned a snake in a vision. You’re being protected from seeing this persons fear and anxiety. You are too attached and caring for them- to an extent that it genuinely causes you harm. You can’t fix this person/situation. They don’t want to be fixed. Others don’t want to fix it. Destruction and loss is the only way. It may be a painful loss, and if you’re not in a relationship or friendship where this applies I’d say that you should pick a different pile or reader.

Take what applies, let me get some less specific messages for others in this particular collective. You’re being protected from past secrets being dragged into the the public- or perhaps past secrets being dragged into the public will somehow help you?? It will help people see and support you potentially? There’s a common denominator or aspect to the situation that you may not be realizing or understanding. You’re being protected from being used as ammo in a damaging way. Whatever is happening here could somehow help you weirdly enough idk haha.

#002

Your privacy, comfort, and solitude is being protected at the moment. Or you are being protected through this state of solitude, I see that there are a lot of poisonous arrows and malicious energies being thrown around. You’ve kind of buckled in and distanced yourself from unnecessary chaos. I see you being very introspective, and I see this introspective energy paired with an innate sense of passion and resilience resulting in a more balanced approach that allows you to maintain what you have. You could have people defending your name, or speaking up for you. Or regarding you. Perhaps people could be trying to throw your name into something but it isn’t exactly sticking. It’s due to your nature & your general preferences in your approach to life.

Someone or something could be framing you as being aggressive or uncontrolled- or perhaps something is making you WANT to get aggressive. however you or others aren’t exactly biting. I also see that those who try to sow seeds of chaos into your life are dealing with a lot of fear and paranoia. This pile could be witches, perhaps you’ve done some kind of spell to disarm your enemies. You’re being protected because your enemies are not very intelligent?? 😭😭 please that’s so funny. I feel like they’re very emotional or very reactive, or perhaps super immature. Like they don’t look past their own assumptions or realize how their attempts to cause chaos further reveal the truth. I see someone with very negative energy, they could be evil eyeing you or others and having an extremely intense transformation occurring. Or maybe a reverse transformation, I’m thinking of the harry potter movie with the poly juice potions. Someone is being seen for who they truly are, and they’re tweaking hard.

I feel like your lack of emotional energy and attention being paired with a more calculated approach is revealing stuff. People are really really more curious than you think, I feel that you are trying to blend in. To be inconspicuous, but it almost comes off as if you can’t help but shine. You can’t help but be who you are and other people can’t stand it. You being exactly who you are IS PROTECTION, and IS MAGIC.

#003

Because your intuition is on fucking point you know how to transform the most unfixable chaotic messes into something workable. Your ability to dismantle concepts, ideas, structures, imbalances, etc; and actually ARTICULATE THIS to other people is bringing you a newfound sense of joy. People are really receptive to your wisdom right now. You’re low-key being protected from your own unconscious self sabotaging behaviors as well with money. Your future is secured, just follow suit. This message feels like your future & future desires are protected. I keep hearing “future spouse” and while I don’t subscribe to that concept- perhaps some of you have a current partner that you want to be with long term. I DO see this working out, I see that your goals and desires are highly attainable. You’re working out other things in life right now, and while you do that other shit is being held down. I feel like there’s something you’re duking out for the betterment of something larger. You could be doing something for the benefit of many. Or for the benefit of past versions of you.

Someone could be moving out on their own for the first time- you are being loved and protected by maternal ancestors through this move. They are going to teach you a lot that you don’t know yet. There are many skills and qualities you will develop over the next 8 weeks I’m hearing? You’re leveling up a lot. Congratulations on a win as well, I’m hearing in advance. This could be in school, work, etc- or getting some form of positive recognition. I feel like your blessings are very protected and that others can’t even see what’s coming for you. Theyre blinded by your light, and enveloped in your darkness. They mistake their shadow and shortcomings as your reality. You may be a water rising or highly reflective as an individual. You see things with more depth than most and it gives you the ability to break apart deception with ease.

You’re protected from others as you speak up in the face of an imbalance or injustice of some kind potentially. Someone could be going to court or a work meeting- some kind of judgment could be made in your favor. Due to favorable or good actions you’d taken in the past. Essentially you’re being protected because you’re proveably a good person who others view idealistically.

[moonstruckme]

Heyy this is my first time I'm requesting from you so I hope I'm doing this properly. I love your fics so much I literally always go to your profile since it's a comfort space for me. I had a flight today that I had to reschedule because I forgot to make an important document. Thankfully it only came to me having to reschedule the flight but I feel so bad cause I feel like I'm constantly forgetting important stuff and making mistakes and have people scramble around me to help fix it even if they tell me it's ok i feel so so bad. Can you write me a comfort fic around smthn like that? Marauders, anyone of them is fine or poly. Sorry if my request is too specific and thx!! 💜

Thanks for requesting angel <3

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

“Walk faster,” you call over your shoulder, laughing.

“Relax.” Sirius’ tone is scoffing. He refuses to quicken his pace down the sidewalk. “They’re not going to kick us out for being ten minutes late, you pest.” 

“They might! It’ll be fifteen by the time we get there at this rate.” 

“And if they do,” James says, catching up to you and throwing an arm around your shoulders, “you can tell them it was all Sirius’ fault.” 

Sirius scoffs again, but it’s an amused sound. James can practically feel Remus’ fond look directed at your slow-moving boyfriend. You’re all in a good, sunshiney mood after spending a long afternoon at the park, teasing without bite and taking pauses for kisses in between quips. Your idea to make reservations at everyone’s favorite dinner spot, always too busy to walk into on a weekend night, was inspired; James’ heart feels as full as his stomach does empty. Nothing sounds better than tucking into a good meal and then spending the rest of the evening near comatose with all of you on the couch. 

You’re twelve minutes late by the time you make it into the restaurant. (James wouldn’t have guessed, but you make a point to let Sirius know.) You give the hostess your name, and she begins searching for your reservation on her list. 

“I apologize, it doesn’t seem we have you down here,” she says after a few moments. 

You smile, sheepish (and adorable). “Yeah, we’re a bit late, sorry. The reservation was actually for seven.” 

“Right.” The hostess glances over the list again, hesitating. “I don’t see your name here at all, I’m afraid.” 

“Oh. Um.” You begin chewing your lip. James exchanges a look with Remus. “I’m sorry, can you check one more time? Just to be sure.” 

The hostess is accommodating. She has you spell out your name, running through the list again before telling you again, remorsefully, that it’s not there. 

“Is it possible you booked with our other location?” she asks you.

Any remnants of a smile drain from your face. Your eyes round out. “There’s another location?” 

“Yes.” She gives you a thin smile. “We have one south of the river as well.” 

“I had no idea,” you say, voice quieter than it had been. 

“Me neither,” James chimes in in solidarity. You’re getting this look like you think you’re an island. Waiting to be attacked from all sides. 

“Alright, that’s okay.” Sirius reaches over to squeeze your shoulder, sensing with the rest of them your rising embarrassment. “We’ll just go there, then. Thank you.” He shoots the hostess a winning smile and leads you back towards the door. 

“I’m sorry,” you say as you go outside. “I had no—I didn’t think to check if there was more than one.” 

“It’s fine.” James shoots you a smile. Remus is already on his phone finding the other location. “I wouldn’t have guessed there was another one either, lovely. But maybe it’ll be even better, yeah? We might end up crossing the river every time if we really love it.” 

You look slightly comforted, but then Remus says, almost under his breath, “Oh.” 

You slow your pace warily. “What?” 

“Um.” He looks up from his phone, wincing like he doesn’t want to say. “It looks like the other location closes a bit earlier than this one. Even if they let us keep our reservation, I’m not very sure we’d make it, and with traffic…” 

“Oh my god.” You bring a hand to your face, rubbing harshly above your brow. “I’m so sorry.” 

“We can find somewhere else to eat around here,” Remus tries to placate you. “It’s not a problem. I think we’re all hungry enough that any food would be good, yeah?” 

“Yes,” James agrees heartily. 

You, however, remain put out. Your walk back to the car becomes a trudge, guilt thickening the air around you. 

“Hey.” Sirius bumps your hip with his. “It’s fine, baby. Everything’s fine. We aren’t going to go hungry.” 

“I know, I just…” You shake your head, gnawing cruelly on your lower lip. “I’m always messing this stuff up. I’m really sorry.” 

James watches as Sirius’ brow creases defensively. Remus ducks to try and catch your eye. “What makes you say that, lovely? This could have happened to anyone.” 

“It always happens to me, though,” you confess lowly. A moment later, you seem to change your mind, waving it away with forced lightness. “It’s fine. I’m just sorry.”

“It only happened to you because you were the one with the idea to make a reservation,” James points out. “We still wouldn’t have ended up with a table if you hadn’t done anything. It was just a little mistake.” 

“Okay,” you say, but your voice is quiet. Your smile wan. “Where should we go?” 

“Hey.” Sirius grabs your hand before you can get into the car. He pulls you into a hug. “Get over yourself, yeah?” he says, squeezing your middle. “Nobody’s upset with you. The same thing could have happened with literally any one of us. If you’d asked me to make the reservation, I would’ve known fuck all about there being more than one and done the exact same. So you’re off the hook, okay?”

“Okay,” you murmur again. 

“That’s right,” says James, taking the opportunity of Sirius’ distraction to position himself closest to the passenger door. Remus sends him a knowing look from across the car. “If Sirius could have done it, it can’t be anything bad.” 

“Precisely.” Sirius grins. He lets go of you but keeps you trapped with his hands on your shoulders, his eyes narrowing playfully. “Stop punishing yourself. No one is asking you to.” 

You shrink a bit, shying in a way that’s difficult to avoid when Sirius makes his gaze all intense like that. Remus looks to be hiding a smile. “Okay,” you say for a third time, sounding like you mean it. “Thanks.” 

“Don’t mention it.” Sirius lets you go, signaling for you to get in the car with a pat to your bum. “James, don’t think I don’t see you edging in on my seat there. Turn it around.” 

[crescenthistory]

࣪💌 = fluff I 📭 = angst I 📬 = hurt/comfort I 📜 = smut I 🪧 = humour

𖤐 regulus arcturus black

(3.8k) Totally Just the Fifth and Sixth Wheel (💌🪧: mutual pining, reg and reader in denial about their feelings are called out by friends)

⤷ (4.8k) Part 2, Still Totally Just the Fifth and Sixth Wheel, You Guys (💌🪧: the triple date to hogsmeade, more pining and denial ensues) ⤷ (6.8k) Part 3, Okay Fine Maybe We're In Love! (💌: the culmination of their feelings paired with an eventful quidditch match)

(2.6k) You occupy my every thought (💌📬: reader just gets regulus and he is flabbergasted, sunshine x grumpy dynamic)

(3k) Are you falling asleep on me? (💌: you would rather spend a late night studying in the library with regulus than be without him; he is enamoured with you for it)

(5.7k) Professional Meddlers (🪧: the girls play matchmakers with you and regulus, some hurt/comfort if you squint)

(6k) Come Running (📬: regulus is the last to find out his girlfriend is injured, feat. found family with your shared friends and madam pomfrey)

⤷ blurb about rosekiller's reaction

(5.5k) And what will come of us then? (📬📭: regulus finds reader sobbing with magical ink on her hands and is forced to confront himself)

(3k) on the tip of my tongue (💌: regulus says "i love you" for the first time and reflects on what love has been for him over the years)

(2.5k) Amour (💌📜: domestic afternoon in your own flat, you enjoy it when regulus calls you amour and he loves that you love it)

(6.2k) Matters Unspoken (📭📬💌: regulus tries to be comfortable in his new loving relationship, but then he learns of your legilimency and his trauma-response takes over)

cat!animagus!reader (aka the adventures of whiskers and shadow, feat. bsf!marauders)

⤷ (3k) Feline Touches (💌🪧: regulus knows exactly where to find you when you're hiding from the cold) ⤷ (2.4k) Sweet Like Honey; Karma is a Cat (💌🪧: wolfstar neglect to wake you when you and reg fall asleep in cat form) ⤷ (2.4k) Padfoot vs. Whiskers (💌🪧: you and reg get revenge on sirius in cat form) ⤷ (1.7k) Where Padfoot Lays His Head (📬: whiskers comforts padfoot) ⤷ (1.3k) the furred shoulder (📬🪧: reader remains in animagus form when she has a petty fight with reg, he tries to get her back) ⤷ (1.8k) not sneeze proof (💌📬: reader keeps turning into whiskers when she sneezes) ⤷ (1.5k) sharing is caring (💌🪧: bsf!barty finds whiskers asleep in the library and brings her back to regulus, but not without demands) ⤷ (1.5k) fix you up (💌📬: regulus turns into shadow to comfort you when you get injured as whiskers)

drabbles:

(1.5k) let me see you (📜: reg is working on letting go and opening up to you; you're encouraging him)

(1.3k) he seeks a celebration (💌: suggestive, when slytherin wins the quidditch match, regulus just want to celebrate with you)

(1.3k) nothing matters but you (💌: cuddling the night before your birthday)

(1.3k) all things new (🪧💌: regulus begs his friends to be cool around you when you meet for the first time)

(2k) you could never hurt me (💌📬: soulmate au, regulus realises his potions deskmate is his soulmate and spirals)

(0.8k) jasmine bath salts (💌: regulus draws you a bath after work)

(1.1k) waiting out the storm (📬: regulus is hiding in a coffee shop after the war; you come to find him)

(1.8k) on pining and patching up in the prefects’ bathroom (📬💌: reg insists on healing reader after she gets in a fight)

(0.7k) sleep talker (💌: the first night you sleep in the same bed, regulus lets down his guard enough for his childhood habit to return)

(0.7k) letting go (💌: regulus is drunk, lovely and slowly learning how to heal and let go)

headcanons:

☆ bonding with regulus over bugs

☆ regulus x sunshine!reader

☆ black!sister!reader and barty crouch jr.

☆ regulus' nightmares (& how you help him through them)

features in:

poly!moonwater

(1.9k) What Now? (💌: your concerned boyfriends find you feeling poorly in the infirmary and dote on you)

(0.7k) hospital au (💌📬: muggle au, you accompany remus to a&e where your boyfriend works)

find more regulus in poly!bartlus in the slytherin skittles masterlist

[thefandomcassandra]

Guess Who Gave Shadowheart Her Favorite Flower (Coz I Remembered) And Then Was Challenged To A 1v1 Duel Because La'ezel Didn't Know How To Handle Loving Me (As I Apparently Hit A Romance Threshold For Her), Only To Be Unable To Hurt Me Because She Loves Me So Now We're Exclusive?

Every Time You Complain About How Mean La'ezel And Shadowheart Are, I Become More Sapphic And Spitefully In Love With Them Both

[paucubarsisimp]

Alexandra x reader x Charles like supporting Charles when he won Monaco?

monaco

pairing: poly!charles leclerc x reader x alexandra saint mleux

summary: in which your boyfriend wins his home race

warnings: none

a/n: i hope you like it love!!

the streets of monaco were alive, buzzing with excitement as the grand prix weekend kicked into high gear. the atmosphere was electric—monaco, always glamorous and full of energy, felt even more charged this year. it was charles’ home race. and after all the near-misses, all the years of close calls, this was finally his year. everything had been building toward this moment, and you, alongside alexandra, had been there for every single step of it.

you both stood in the garage, watching with hearts full of anticipation as charles’ car zipped around the track. the noise of the pit crew, the mechanics, and the team engineers was constant, but your attention was fixed solely on the screen. everything else felt distant. charles was racing at home—this was the race that had been his dream, his goal, for years.

“do you think he’s really going to do it?” alexandra’s voice was a low whisper, filled with a mixture of nerves and hope. her hand brushed against yours as her eyes flicked between the monitors, watching charles’ every move.

you gave her a smile, trying to calm her nerves. “he’s going to do it. this is his moment. you’ve seen how he’s been driving—he’s so calm, so in control. i know he’s got this.”

alexandra glanced at you, her eyes still full of worry. “i just… i don’t want him to feel all that pressure. i mean, it’s monaco. it’s home, it’s everything, and the world’s watching.”

“he’s used to it. and he knows we’re here. we’re always here for him,” you said, squeezing her hand reassuringly. “this is what he’s been working toward. he’ll be fine.”

the tension in the garage was thick, and you could feel it even through the calm words you spoke. every person around you, from the pit crew to the engineers, was tense, watching every lap. the sound of charles’ car flying around the circuit, roaring down the straights, was deafening, but you didn’t care. all that mattered was the monitor, the screen showing that charles was still leading. He was pulling away from the others.

alexandra exhaled, her shoulders slightly relaxing. “he’s doing so well…”

“he’s always been good at monaco,” you said quietly, eyes glued to the screen. “this is his track. he knows it better than anyone.”

the laps passed by in a blur of sharp turns and roars of engines. charles was still ahead, but every second felt like a century. it was like you could feel his nerves even through the monitors. but then you realized—he was more than just good at monaco. He was born for this track. His movements were fluid, confident, and precise. he was exactly where he needed to be.

as the final laps drew closer, the nerves were almost unbearable. the radio crackled to life with charles’ voice, calm but with a definite focus in it. “what’s the gap to second?” he asked, his tone even, as though he were asking about the weather.

“he sounds so… in control,” alexandra whispered, her eyes glued to the screen. “how does he stay so calm?”

you couldn’t help but smile. “it’s charles. when it matters most, he always stays calm. he’s used to pressure.”

you watched charles make his way around the track, taking each turn with precision. his confidence was contagious. and it was clear to both of you now that this was it. this was the race that would cement everything he had worked for. the final lap came up, and the garage fell into a hush. you could hear a pin drop.

it was the moment you’d been waiting for, the one you hadn’t dared let yourself believe in until it was almost within your grasp.

“he’s got it,” you whispered, more to yourself than to alexandra. “this is happening.”

the race took on a surreal quality. it was like time slowed, and all you could focus on was charles’ car, speeding through the final stretch. the crowd in the stands was a distant hum, and you could feel the electricity in the air. and then, when charles crossed the finish line, it felt like the world erupted in sound.

“charles leclerc, winner of the 2024 monaco grand prix!” the announcer blared over the loudspeakers, and you could barely believe it. You and alexandra froze for a second, staring at the screen, your hearts pounding in your chests. And then, the reality of it hit you.

he had done it.

he had finally won monaco.

you and alexandra exchanged wide-eyed looks, the mix of shock, joy, and relief crashing over you both. without saying a word, you both rushed out of the garage, making your way through the bustling pit lane toward the track. charles would be celebrating with his team, but you had to see him—now.

the crowd was thick around the paddock, but you could see him. charles, still in his racing gear, surrounded by his team, his face lit up with a smile so bright it could have rivaled the sun. he was laughing, the pressure from the race finally lifted off of his shoulders. but as soon as he saw you both, that smile intensified.

“you made it,” he said, his voice full of pure joy as he made his way toward you. his eyes were sparkling with excitement, and you could feel the energy radiating off of him.

you didn’t wait for anything. you both rushed into his arms, laughing, overwhelmed with everything you were feeling. charles pulled you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you as if he could hardly believe it either. you kissed him, a quick but sweet peck on the cheek, tasting the salt from his sweat, and then pressed your forehead against his.

“you did it,” you said breathlessly, your heart racing from both the sheer excitement of the moment and the love you felt for him. “you really did it, charles. i knew you would.”

alexandra stepped in next, pulling charles into a hug of her own. she kissed him softly on the cheek, then smiled up at him. “we’re so proud of you, charles. you’ve earned this more than anyone.”

charles beamed, his hands resting on both your shoulders as he pulled away from the hug just enough to look at you both. his eyes were bright, a mixture of disbelief and happiness. “you two… i couldn’t have done it without you. without you, this wouldn’t mean anything. i’ve been working toward this moment for so long, and to have you both here with me? It’s everything.”

you both smiled, your hearts swelling with affection for him. you’d been there through all of it—the ups, the downs, the hard moments, and now this. monaco had always been charles’ dream. and now it was his victory.

before you could say anything more, charles leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss. it was soft at first, slow, the kind of kiss that was heavy with meaning. then it deepened, and you felt him smile against your lips. the kiss was everything—relief, joy, love—all of it wrapped into that one perfect moment.

he pulled away reluctantly, his hands still resting on your shoulders as he looked at you both with a smile that made your heart skip. “this is just the beginning,” he whispered, eyes glinting. “we’ve got so many more moments to make together.”

before you could reply, charles turned his head toward alexandra, pulling her in for another kiss. it was just as soft and sweet as the one he had shared with you, and in that moment, you realized just how much this moment meant to all of you. this was more than just a race victory. this was the result of everything you had been through as a team—the three of you, supporting each other, pushing each other to be better, stronger, always.

when the kiss ended, charles smiled at both of you. “thank you for always being here. you both make everything better.”

you leaned into him, resting your head against his chest. “we always will be, charles. always.”

and just like that, the celebration around you, the noise, the crowd, everything melted away. in that quiet space between the three of you, nothing else mattered. you had charles, and he had you. and nothing in the world could ever change that.

[demie90s]

WAIT CAN YOU POSSIBLY DO PAZZI X READER WHO ALSO PLAYS FOR UCONN BUT HAS REALLY BAD ANXIETY??

(Y’all love making the reader go through stuff huh😭)

ᴘᴀᴢᴢɪ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Anxiety

MASTERLIST | MORE

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:You play for UConn too. Same jersey, same grind. But while they see a star athlete, you’re trapped inside your own head. Until they start noticing—really noticing—and refuse to let you fight alone.

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ:angst, slow-burn comfort, mental health, found family/poly love

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:severe anxiety, internal spiraling, overstimulation, emotional breakdown, comforting touch, implied therapy mentions, protective partners, soft Geno moment

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: ~0.6k

ᴠɪʙᴇ:raw, personal, gentle hands in hair, quiet affirmations, “you’re not a burden,” deep breaths pressed to someone’s chest

Azzi saw it first. You always managed to keep your smile on around the team, but she noticed how long it took you to lace your shoes. How your breathing sounded just slightly too tight during stretches. Paige wasn’t far behind either. She picked up on the way your hands wouldn’t stay still, fingers twitching against your thighs like your nerves were dribbling their own game.

Nobody else really clocked it. You played through it like you always did. Head down, focus up, lock in. That was your thing. The loudest voice on the court when it was someone else in distress—but dead silent when it was you.

Until it cracked.

One minute, you were running drills. The next, the ball slipped out of your hands mid-pass. A clean fumble. Azzi whipped her head over instantly, and Paige froze in her defensive stance like something in her spine just told her something’s wrong.

You dropped your hands to your knees, tried to steady yourself. It felt like a full-blown thunderstorm behind your ribs. That buzzing, vibrating kind of panic that had no source—just sound and pressure and sweat.

“Yo—” Paige’s voice cut through the noise. “You good?”

You nodded too fast. Shook your head a second later. Didn’t make sense.

Azzi was already jogging over, tossing a towel to KK without a word. “She’s not okay,” she said, matter-of-fact, even before she got to you.

You sat down hard on the bench. Geno called something out but didn’t press when he saw your shoulders shaking, your fists clenched too tight around air.

Azzi crouched in front of you, her hands warm around your knees. “Hey. Look at me.”

You couldn’t. Embarrassment, shame, frustration—it all hit at once.

“Baby,” Paige said, kneeling beside her. Her tone was different. Quieter. “It’s us. You’re allowed to not be okay with us.”

You didn’t speak. Couldn’t. Your throat closed up. Azzi reached for your hands and held them like they’d break otherwise. Paige tucked hair behind your ear and whispered, “Breathe with me, okay? Just match me.”

You tried.

One breath.

Then another.

It didn’t fix it. But you weren’t spiraling alone anymore.

Later, after practice, you sat on the locker room bench with your head down. Still feeling like your heart was on timeout.

“I hate this,” you muttered finally. “I hate how weak this makes me feel.”

“You’re not weak.” Paige’s voice came from the doorway, firm and low. “You’re one of the strongest people I know.”

Azzi walked in behind her with your sweatshirt and water bottle. “Strong doesn’t mean silent. You don’t have to do it alone, babe.”

You let out a bitter laugh. “I just didn’t wanna ruin the vibe.”

Azzi snorted, “You are the vibe. When you go quiet, the gym feels off.”

Paige leaned against the lockers beside you. “You’re always there for us. Screaming in huddles, keeping energy up, putting your body on the line. Let us show up for you for once.”

You finally looked up.

Paige smiled. “We’re your people.”

Azzi nodded. “Your girls. For every win, every breakdown, every bad day.”

And that’s when you broke. Not in a loud, messy way. But soft. Quiet. Shoulders slumping, tears slipping down your cheeks before you could catch them.

Azzi stepped in and wrapped her arms around your neck like she was anchoring you in place. Paige came in from the side, pulling you against her shoulder. You sat there, clinging to both of them like they were the only thing keeping you upright.

Because maybe they were.

[cllightning81]

The Broken Rib [OP81 + LN4]

Summary : Oscar broke his rib but he won't tell you or Lando how, too ashamed by how he did it, however you and Lando are there to look after him and love him.

Pairing/s: Oscar Piastri x Reader x Lando Norris

Warning/s: Poly Relationship

Word Count: 2.1K

Masterlist Lando Norris Masterlist Oscar Piastri Masterlist Tag List

A/N: This is my first poly fic. I tried to make it so that all three of them were in the relationship not that just the reader was dating both drivers while they aren't dating. I hope you like it.

A/N 2: My tags aren't working at the moment but I'll fix them soon

Oscar had stupidly broken a rib. How? He wouldn’t share with you or Lando, but you knew that he was in pain. You were pretty sure he’d just done something stupid and was too ashamed to share how he did it with you both. 

Standing in the fan zone of the Hungarian Grand Prix, you could tell Oscar was in pain. As Lando took a drink from his can before handing it to you before starting to compete with a small child trying to get the best score. Lando pushed the small child out the way, jokingly trying to gain a head start as Oscar signed some things. 

You could see the pain he was in as he crouched down to the height of the child but you knew that he was enjoying himself too much to stop and think about how much pain it was causing him. 

Oscar soon stood up, turning to the camera with a chuckle 

“Highly matched so far” Oscar hummed, looking at the scores 

“Lando’s got a height advantage here, which you don’t often say about Lando Norris” He laughed as you shook your head 

“But you do in this case” He finished, and you smiled, knowing it would cause some extra friendly rivalry between the two of them. You smiled as Oscar walked over to you, pressing a kiss against your head 

“Are you okay?” You asked, softly tilting your head up to look at him 

“Yeah I’m doing okay” You nodded as he was called up to compete against a child. Lando smiled, taking his can from you as you walked over to him 

“He okay?” He whispered, causing you to shrug a little 

“Says he is, but I can see he’s in pain” You sighed, and he nodded, handing the can back before helping Oscar to try and win. It was just them being funny to the outside world, but to you, you knew it was because Lando didn’t want Oscar hurting himself even more. 

Although your relationship was hidden to the outside world for the most part, they knew of it in some aspects but not about how deep the relationship actually went. Many just assumed the three of you were being overly friendly with Lando and Oscar fighting for your love and hand. 

Both boys went through their time taking pictures individually with the young fans before a group photo. Lando stood on his toes, and Oscar decided to copy him. You laughed a little knowing about the fact Oscar loves to bully Lando lovingly about his height. 

“No Oscar” Lando muttered, and Oscar dropped back to his normal height. You left them there wandering back to the hospitality walking into Lando’s downstairs drivers room, knowing for a fact that he’d had a nap earlier and left his bed up. 

So that’s where you sat waiting for them to finish up. Both boys walked in with smiles on their faces. Lando moved you onto his lap so he and Oscar could sit down. 

“Hey there” Lando smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips as Oscar kicked his legs up 

“Hey there to you both” You smiled as Oscar rested his head on Lando’s shoulder. 

“You okay, love?” Lando asked him as you turned your head to look at him 

“Yeah, just in a little pain” Oscar mumbled, and you frowned, turning fully on Lando’s lap to face Oscar

“Have you taken any painkillers today? You’re not in the car today you’re allowed to take some the doctor prescribed” You worried, pushing a stand of hair out his face 

“She’s right, love. The FIA allowed you to” Lando whispered, pressing a kiss to Oscar’s hair

“They’re in my drivers room” Oscar mumbled, closing his eyes as you pressed a kiss to his lips 

“I’ll go get them for you darling” You smiled softly, getting up and wandering to his driver's room to retrieve them and his water bottle. Handing them to him after a few steps between the room, you sat back down in Lando’s lap, not wanting to hurt Oscar even more. 

Oscar turned to look at you, and you smiled at him, holding his hand with one of your own and Lando’s with your other. Lando’s other hand wrapped around your waist to hold you in place. You couldn’t help but smile a little, although it wasn’t the perfect conditions to be in because Oscar was in pain. It was a moment where it was just the three of you. 

Alone and in the quiet of the drivers room before, they were called away for more media duties, leaving you alone again unless you decided to join them however, that was a little bit more boring.

There was a knock at the door, and Lando groaned, dropping his head onto your shoulder as Jon popped his head into the room

“Mate media’s looking for you both. You better go see what they want” Jon shrugged, turning on his heel and walking back out of the room. Both of your boys groaning Oscar getting up to comply, but Lando holding his hand to keep him in place on the couch/bed thing 

“Lan we’ve got to go” Oscar mumbled, and you nodded in agreement 

“You do, baby. You know I’d love for you both to stay here and cuddle with me however I told Alex and Kika that I’d meet them once you two got stolen from me” You smiled pushing strands of hair out both of their faces. Oscar standing up again as you got up from Lando’s lap, holding a hand out to him. 

Lando gave you his hand, and you pulled him up onto his feet, not putting up much fight knowing how much time you liked spending with the other girls in the paddock. Lando leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips before turning you around to face Oscar. You stood up on your toes, pressing a kiss to Oscar’s lips, not wanting him to bend down and hurt himself. 

As the boys walked out of the drivers room, you could see their hands subtly touch, and you couldn’t help but smile. While Oscar wasn’t one for PDA, Lando made sure that there were subtle touches so Oscar knew that he was still loved as much as you were. 

You didn’t travel far from Mclaren’s hospitality with Kika and Alex, although you were kinda close to the media pen where all of your boys were there working. You had suggested the tables next to the media pen because you wanted to keep an eye on Oscar. 

You could see Oscar’s hair every so often and the way that when he laughed at one of Lando’s jokes, he had to grab his side in pain. Alex and Kika joking about how much you were keeping an eye on the boys however, what you both missed was Lando also keeping an eye on him. 

Back in the hotel room, you were sitting on the stool at the vanity doing your makeup because Lando and Oscar wanted to go on a date night. Lying on the bed, Oscar had his head on Lando’s chest as Lando’s hand played with Oscar’s hair. 

They had told you to start getting ready earlier than them because apparently you take longer to get ready than them, and now they were just enjoying cuddling. You turned around on the stool 

“Are you sure you want to go out?” You asked as both boys nodded however, their bodies and faces said differently 

“You know that I don’t mind staying in the hotel room with room service, cuddling up to my favourite men in the world maybe with a movie on” You hummed crawling on the bed next to them. 

“You know we like taking you out though” Lando sighed as Oscar nodded on Lando’s chest 

“I know you both do, but you look so comfortable there, and Oscar really needs to be resting” You smiled softly, resting a hand on each of their legs, caressing both of them. Oscar looked up at Lando, having a silent conversation between them. 

“Okay fine. Go get yourself ready for a cuddle night” Lando smiled as Oscar reached towards the bedside table for the menu. You smiled, getting back up and removing the make-up from your face. You looked into the suitcases on the floor that were overspilling from all three of you. 

The three of you were messy. Cisca, Nicole, and your mum all telling each of you off for how messy you were almost constantly. The time when Lando’s family was visiting and all of your clothes are all over the place after a trip. To you three, it was an organised chaos, but to his family, it was just chaos.

Oscar when he was staying with the prince in Bahrain before the three of you had told Mclaren about the relationship and before you could travel to a Grand Prix with your work his clothes all over the floor of the palace while he leaned against some tapestry. 

Your parents had just never shut up about how messy you were. From the age of five, they complained about your mess, and now, at your grown-up age, they were still doing it. 

You climbed onto the bed behind Oscar, looking at the menu over his shoulder after pulling one of Lando’s hoodies over your head so it covered your body. You smiled, knowing that tonight was going to end up good. 

Lando and Oscar both looked at each other before shaking their heads, and Oscar got up as Lando pulled you into the middle of the bed. Your head resting on Lando’s head before Oscar lays his head on your chest. Your hand instantly comes up to play with your hair. Oscar showed you the menu, letting both you and Lando read what you wanted. 

Lando called in the room service as you let Oscar pick the movie out for the night. 

The race was the worst thing you had to watch. Both of your boys deserved the win, but unfortunately, that wasn’t possible only one of them could win. You knew they weren’t going to hate each other behind closed doors for a long time. 

You didn’t want to pick a boyfriend at this point, so you just sat in the main hospitality area waiting for them. Both of them gave each other the cold shoulder as they kissed your head and passed you. 

You sighed, looking over at the strategy team. It was their fault this was happening. While everyone was so happy for Oscar’s first win and a one two for the team, it didn’t feel right. You walked into Oscar’s driving room. 

“I’m not mad” He whispered, and you smiled, glancing at the media team before shutting the door. 

“I know you’re not darling, but remember we’re all in this together. All three of us. I’m gonna go into Lando’s room while the media team have their way with you” You pressed a kiss to his lips before walking out and into Lando’s driver’s room. 

The sight broke you. Lando with his head in his hands, his body shaking a little. You sat next to him, wrapping your arms around him, just holding him for the moment. You knew that he was hard on himself, and this was just how he was dealing. 

“I’m sorry. I was being a dick. I know that” You shook your head 

“Maybe you were, but you wanted the win. I know it’s hard, but you’ve got to remember it’s not just the two of you here. I’m here. It also wasn’t his choice, you know that. So what I need from you is you need to go kiss and make up with him. Literally. Because I don’t want any of us fighting” Lando nodded, getting up and wiping his eyes. You watched him walk out, knowing that they would kiss and make up. 

By the time the three of you were back at your own home, everything was back to normal between the two of them, which you couldn’t have been more, happy about. You knew that they would be okay eventually, and you just being there helped them out. 

Laying on the bed with the two of them, both of them holding one of your hands as well as each other's hands. It was the perfect night. Playing monopoly, eating takeaways, and the flight with other drivers. 

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[kaiyunsim]

if i say i love you —

pairing : ot6!bnd x staff m!reader

summary : six boys, one you, and an unspoken competition that absolutely no one admits to. somehow, you’re still completely oblivious.

warnings : fluff, not poly, each boy fighting over one another to get to you, kinda cliché

a/n : sorry anon if it’s not what you imagined :( i tried to get it out sooner but my head empty.

queueing : if i say i love you - boynextdoor, but i like you - boynextdoor, russian roulette - red velvet

[requested]

— wc : 6.0k — not proof read —

you don’t think much of it at first.

working with boynextdoor is easy, at least compared to some of the other groups you’ve worked with. they’re fun, loud but not in a bad way, and they make your job more entertaining than stressful.

jaehyun is a bit of a mess, but he listens when you talk and tries to be helpful. sungho is sharp. he catches onto things quickly and has a habit of teasing you whenever he gets the chance. riwoo is cool, the kind of guy who doesn’t need to say much to make you feel like he’s paying attention. woonhak is chaos personified, always keeping you on your toes. taesan is effortlessly charming, the kind of guy who knows exactly what he’s doing when he flirts. and leehan… leehan mostly stays in the background, at least at first.

but then things start to shift.

it’s subtle, in the beginning.

jaehyun starts lingering more, standing beside you even when there’s no real reason for him to be there. he’s not the smoothest about it either. one time, you catch him fixing his hair in the reflection of a camera lens before turning to you like he didn’t just spend the last minute making sure he looked good.

“what do you think?” he asks, gesturing vaguely at himself.

you raise an eyebrow. “about what?”

he falters. “just… in general.”

sungho, who’s been watching from the side, snorts. “that was terrible.”

jaehyun groans, rubbing the back of his neck. you laugh, shaking your head before moving on to check the schedule. behind you, sungho pats jaehyun’s shoulder like he’s both proud and disappointed.

then there’s riwoo. he doesn’t say much, but you notice the way he’s always nearby. he’s good at making himself seem casual, like he just happens to be where you are. when you’re going over schedules, he leans over your shoulder, humming in acknowledgment whenever you say something. when you adjust a mic pack on one of the members, he’s right there, watching with quiet focus.

“you okay?” you ask him once, catching him staring.

he blinks, then nods. “just watching.”

woonhak, on the other hand, isn’t subtle at all.

he’s the type to cling, throwing an arm around your shoulders or dramatically leaning against you like he’s exhausted. he finds ways to drag you into whatever chaos he’s creating, whether it’s an impromptu dance-off or a dumb bet against one of the others.

“if i win, you have to buy me food,” he declares one day, challenging sungho to some ridiculous game.

“and if you lose?” you ask, arms crossed.

he grins. “then you have to buy me food.”

“that’s not how bets work.”

“it is now.”

taesan, though. taesan is different.

he’s smooth, casual in the way he flirts. it’s never too much, just enough to make you wonder if he’s being serious.

“you always take such good care of us,” he says one day, voice lower than usual. “you’re making it hard not to fall for you.”

you roll your eyes, pushing his shoulder. “get back to rehearsal, pretty boy.”

he winks before jogging off, and you pretend not to notice the way your ears feel warm.

leehan is the hardest to read.

at first, he doesn’t really do anything. he stays in the background, observing more than he interacts. but you start noticing things. how he pays attention to what you say, how he picks up on small details about you that even you don’t realize you’ve shared.

one day, you’re standing by the monitors, watching the members run through their performance. leehan steps up beside you, hands in his pockets.

“you’ve been busy today,” he says.

you shrug. “it’s work.”

he nods but doesn’t say anything else. still, he stays next to you until the song ends.

it all builds up gradually, until you start to feel like something is… off.

you don’t realize you’ve become the center of some unspoken competition until one day, when they’re all gathered in the same room, the tension finally bubbles over.

“you’ve been hogging him all day,” sungho points out, arms crossed as he looks at jaehyun.

“what? no i haven’t!” jaehyun protests, looking guilty.

“you kind of have,” woonhak chimes in. “not very smoothly, either.”

jaehyun glares. “like you’re any better?”

riwoo, leaning against the wall, sighs. “this is stupid.”

“you’re only saying that because you’ve been pulling the ‘silent and mysterious’ card,” taesan retorts.

leehan just watches, expression unreadable.

you, meanwhile, stand in the middle of it all, blinking. “what is going on?”

the room falls silent.

they all look at you, then at each other.

and then, as if realizing at the same time that they’ve just exposed themselves, they all start talking at once.

“nothing—”

“they started it—”

“it’s not what it looks like—”

you cross your arms. “really? because it kind of looks like you’re all fighting over something.”

more silence.

finally, woonhak, ever the wildcard, sighs dramatically. “fine. we might be… competing a little.”

you blink. “competing? for what?”

the room goes dead silent.

jaehyun scratches his head, sungho looks away, riwoo suddenly finds the floor interesting, taesan just smirks like he’s in on a joke you’re not, and leehan just smirks like the oddball he is.

you look between them, waiting for an answer. when none comes, you huff. “whatever. you guys are weird.”

sungho snickers. “and you’re slow.”

you frown. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“nothing,” jaehyun blurts out, a little too quickly.

you narrow your eyes at them but decide it’s not worth the headache. turning on your heel, you wave them off. “i don’t get paid enough for this.”

as you walk away, you can hear them whispering behind you.

definitely weird.

—

you don’t think much of it when jaehyun asks if you want to grab food.

it’s after a long day, and you’re usually with the members anyway, so it doesn’t feel out of the ordinary. besides, you’re hungry, and jaehyun’s easy to be around, even if he’s kind of a mess half the time.

“there’s this place near the dorms,” he says, practically bouncing as you walk out together. “i swear, best tteokbokki i’ve ever had.”

you raise an eyebrow. “you say that about every place.”

“okay, but this time i mean it.”

jaehyun has this energy about him. excitable, a little all over the place, but never in a way that’s overwhelming. it’s actually kind of nice. you’re used to being the staff member, the one who has to be responsible, keep things in check. but with jaehyun, it’s easy to just relax.

you get to the restaurant, and it’s small but cozy, the kind of place you know he’s been to a lot.

“i got this,” he says confidently, grabbing the menu. “order whatever you want.”

you glance at him, amused. “jaehyun, you don’t have to—”

“nah, i insist,” he interrupts, shaking his head. “my treat.”

you sigh, but you don’t argue. he looks way too proud of himself, like he just won some grand prize.

the two of you chat while waiting for the food, and you have to admit. jaehyun’s fun. he’s got this dumb sense of humor that somehow always lands, and he doesn’t mind laughing at himself, which makes conversations easy.

everything is going fine. until, of course, jaehyun is jaehyun.

he gestures a little too enthusiastically while talking about some game he’s been obsessed with, and before you can react, his elbow knocks over his drink.

straight onto his lap.

“oh, come on,” he groans, jumping up as ice cubes scatter everywhere.

you try not to laugh. you really do. but the way he stands there, arms slightly raised like he has no idea what to do, makes it impossible.

“dude,” you snort, shaking your head. “how do you even function daily?”

“poorly,” he admits, grabbing a handful of napkins and dabbing at his soaked jeans. “very poorly.”

you take pity on him and help, handing over more napkins while he mutters about how he’s never trusting himself with drinks again.

when the food arrives, he finally sits back down, slightly damp but mostly unbothered. “okay. we forget that ever happened.”

“sure,” you say, still amused.

despite the disaster, the rest of the meal is nice. jaehyun’s easy to talk to, and before you know it, you’ve been sitting there for over an hour, laughing and chatting like you’ve known each other forever.

and that’s the thing about him. he might be clumsy, but there’s something about the way he talks, the way he is, that makes it impossible to feel uncomfortable.

when you finish eating, you both step outside, stretching a little after sitting for so long. the air is cooler now, but it feels nice after being inside for so long.

“see?” jaehyun says, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “great tteokbokki.”

you nod. “i’ll give you that.”

he grins, clearly pleased.

and then—

“yo,” a voice calls from nearby.

you both turn to see riwoo leaning against a streetlamp, looking effortlessly cool like he just happened to be there.

except you’re pretty sure he didn’t just happen to be there.

jaehyun narrows his eyes. “what are you doing here?”

riwoo shrugs. “just walking.”

“right,” jaehyun deadpans. “because you love walking around alone at night for no reason.”

you glance between them, confused. “wait, do you guys live around here?”

“we do,” jaehyun says, still eyeing riwoo suspiciously.

riwoo, on the other hand, looks completely unfazed. “you heading back?”

before you can answer, jaehyun speaks up. “yeah, we were—”

“cool,” riwoo interrupts. “i’ll walk with you.”

jaehyun’s eye twitches.

you don’t notice, though, because you’re already nodding. “sure.”

and just like that, your quiet walk back turns into a not-so-quiet one, with riwoo now in the mix.

jaehyun tries to reclaim the conversation, bringing up some random story, but riwoo effortlessly slides in with his usual coolness, making you laugh at the dry comments he sneaks in.

jaehyun glares. riwoo smirks.

you? completely oblivious.

by the time you reach the building, jaehyun looks like he wants to throw something at riwoo’s head.

“anyway,” jaehyun says loudly, stepping in front of you. “we should do this again sometime.”

before you can reply, riwoo cuts in smoothly. “actually, you’re free tomorrow, right?”

jaehyun’s jaw drops. “excuse me?”

riwoo ignores him, looking at you. “there’s this cool place i think you’d like. want to check it out?”

you blink. “uh, sure?”

jaehyun throws his hands in the air. “unbelievable.”

riwoo just pats his shoulder before turning back to you. “i’ll text you.”

and with that, he walks off, leaving jaehyun standing there, fuming.

“did that just happen?” jaehyun asks, staring after him.

you shrug. “i guess?”

jaehyun groans, rubbing his face. “i hate him.”

you laugh, patting his arm. “come on, it wasn’t that bad.”

“you don’t get it,” he grumbles.

he doesn’t explain what he means, though. and you don’t press, still completely unaware of the chaos unfolding around you.

but jaehyun?

jaehyun knows.

and now, thanks to riwoo, the competition just got a whole lot harder.

—

it isn’t until the next evening that you realize you never actually asked where you were going with riwoo.

you check your phone, scrolling up to his last message. riwoo: meet me at the park near the dorms. 7pm.

simple. direct. nothing flashy. it fits him.

when you get there, riwoo’s already waiting, hands in his pockets, his usual unreadable expression in place.

“hey,” he greets casually.

“hey,” you reply, falling into step beside him as he starts walking.

it’s quiet for a moment, but it doesn’t feel awkward. riwoo isn’t the type to fill silence just for the sake of it, and for some reason, you don’t feel the need to either.

the park is peaceful at this hour, the sky fading into soft hues of orange and pink. the sounds of distant chatter mix with the rustling leaves, and you find yourself relaxing, the weight of the day lifting without you even noticing.

“you come here often?” you ask eventually.

riwoo nods. “it’s nice.”

simple. but you get what he means.

he leads you toward a quieter area, where a small walking path winds around a pond. as you follow the curve of the trail, he reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls something out.

“here.”

you blink as he hands you a small keychain. it’s nothing extravagant—just a tiny charm shaped like a game controller. but when you take a closer look, you recognize it.

“wait… this is from that arcade, isn’t it?” you ask, surprised.

he nods. “you mentioned liking the claw machines there last time we went. figured you should have one of the prizes.”

you stare at the keychain, turning it over in your palm. it’s such a small thing, but the fact that he remembered…

“you won this?” you ask, looking up.

riwoo just shrugs. “took a few tries.”

you huff a quiet laugh, shaking your head. “dude. you could’ve just bought one.”

he hums, glancing ahead. “not the same.”

and just like that, something shifts.

you’re not sure what, exactly, but there’s a warmth in your chest that wasn’t there before. riwoo doesn’t make a big deal out of things, but that almost makes them feel more real, like he wouldn’t have gone through the trouble unless he actually meant it.

you slide the keychain into your pocket, feeling its small weight against your fingers.

“thanks,” you say, voice softer than before.

he just nods, like it’s nothing.

but the comfortable silence between you says otherwise.

as the two of you continue walking, conversation comes naturally. it’s not forced, not something either of you are trying too hard for. it just flows, an easy back-and-forth that feels like you’ve been doing this for years.

you talk about random things. music, places you want to visit, the weirdest things you’ve seen in convenience stores at 3am. riwoo’s humor is dry but sharp, slipping in casually between sentences, and you find yourself laughing more than you expected to.

at some point, you stop by a bench, sitting for a while just to enjoy the evening air.

you lean back, stretching your arms. “this is nice.”

riwoo hums in agreement, gaze fixed on the water.

and for a moment, that’s enough.

no pressure to fill the silence. no expectation to keep the conversation going. just existing, side by side.

you don’t realize how much time has passed until—

“there you are.”

you both turn at the voice, only to see taesan strolling toward you, hands in his hoodie pockets, looking way too pleased with himself.

riwoo exhales, slow and measured. “really?”

“what?” taesan says innocently, plopping down on the bench beside you. “just happened to be in the area.”

you snort. “why does it feel like you guys keep happening to be in the area?”

“coincidence,” taesan grins.

riwoo, unimpressed, stares at him. “go away.”

“nah,” taesan replies easily, leaning against the backrest. “this seems fun.”

you shake your head, amused, while riwoo just closes his eyes like he’s contemplating his life choices.

taesan tilts his head at you. “so, what were you guys talking about?”

“nothing,” riwoo mutters.

taesan gasps dramatically. “nothing? wow. sounds so fun.”

riwoo shoots him a deadpan look. “it was.”

you laugh, watching the exchange. taesan is obviously messing with riwoo, and riwoo, while exasperated, doesn’t actually seem mad, just annoyed in that quiet way he gets when things don’t go his way.

“well, since i’m here,” taesan says, stretching, “might as well walk you back.”

riwoo looks seconds away from strangling him.

you, completely oblivious to the underlying battle, just nod. “sure, why not.”

and with that, your quiet night out with riwoo comes to an abrupt, taesan-shaped end.

—

“you like 90s music?”

taesan’s voice comes through the phone casually, but there’s something in his tone that makes you feel like this is leading somewhere.

“yeah,” you answer, leaning back against your couch. “why?”

“got some tracks you might like,” he says smoothly. “wanna listen?”

you pause. “right now?”

“yep.”

“...is this your way of asking me to hang out?”

“maybe,” taesan replies, amused. “but hey, you did say yes, so.”

you shake your head but find yourself grinning. “where?”

“studio.”

he doesn’t give you much time to overthink it. within twenty minutes, you find yourself walking into a dimly lit practice room, the faint hum of a speaker already playing something in the background. taesan is sprawled out on the couch, one arm draped over the backrest, looking perfectly at ease.

he glances up when you enter, smirking. “didn’t think you’d actually show.”

“why? were you hoping i wouldn’t?” you tease, dropping into the chair across from him.

taesan chuckles. “nah. just means i must be more convincing than i thought.”

he leans over to the speaker, adjusting the volume before letting the song play in full. the familiar sound of a 90s r&b track filters through the room, smooth and rich. you nod along, already vibing with it.

“okay,” you admit. “good pick.”

taesan grins. “knew you’d like it.”

he doesn’t sit back down immediately. instead, he moves closer, leaning against the table between you, close enough that you can catch the faint scent of his cologne.

“this one’s good too,” he says, scrolling through his playlist before pressing play.

a new song starts, the kind with slow beats and lyrics that sound way too suggestive when paired with taesan’s current expression. he doesn’t say anything about it, just watches you with a knowing smile, like he’s waiting for you to notice.

you clear your throat. “you, uh—got a theme going on here?”

“maybe,” he muses, tilting his head. “what? too much for you?”

you scoff, crossing your arms. “please. you’re gonna have to try harder than that.”

his grin widens. “oh? that a challenge?”

you don’t answer, but you don’t look away either. which is a mistake, because taesan takes that as an invitation to up his game.

he moves around the table and sits next to you, close enough that your knees almost touch.

“so,” he says, resting his chin on his palm, “what’s your type?”

you blink. “what?”

“your type,” he repeats, tone light. “y’know. romantically.”

you roll your eyes. “why do you care?”

“just curious.” he shrugs. “humor me.”

you sigh, pretending to think. “okay, fine. i guess… someone who’s funny. easy to talk to. good taste in music doesn’t hurt either.”

taesan hums. “interesting.”

you narrow your eyes. “what?”

he just grins. “nah. just sounds like you’re describing me.”

you knew he was leading up to something, but hearing him say it so bluntly still makes you pause.

he laughs at your expression, nudging your shoulder. “c’mon, that was a good one.”

“was it?” you mutter, shaking your head.

he leans back, stretching his arms above his head. “you’re cute when you get flustered, y’know.”

you freeze for half a second before scoffing. “i’m not flustered.”

“mmm,” taesan hums like he doesn’t believe you.

he switches to another song, one with a slower, lazier beat, and taps his fingers against his thigh to the rhythm.

“alright,” he says. “your turn. what’s my type?”

you raise a brow. “shouldn’t you know that?”

“sure,” he grins. “but i wanna hear your guess.”

you hesitate, eyeing him. “uh. someone confident?”

“mmhmm,” he nods, waiting.

“someone who can keep up with your flirting without getting flustered.”

he snickers. “so not you, then?”

you groan. “you’re insufferable.”

he laughs, tilting his head. “you love it.”

you roll your eyes, but you don’t deny it.

by the time you check your phone, an hour has passed without you even realizing.

“damn,” you mutter. “didn’t think we’d be here this long.”

taesan smirks. “time flies when you’re having fun.”

before you can retort, the door swings open.

“whoa, cozy.”

you turn just in time to see woonhak standing in the doorway, looking way too smug.

taesan exhales through his nose. “...really?”

“what?” woonhak grins. “i was literally looking for you.”

“convenient timing,” taesan mutters.

woonhak ignores him, turning to you. “hey, you busy? ‘cause i have a way more fun idea.”

taesan tuts, shaking his head. “and you just had to interrupt now, huh?”

woonhak shrugs, looking completely unbothered. “what can i say? perfect timing.”

you laugh, glancing between them. whatever this is, it’s definitely not just a coincidence.

but you don’t think much of it. after all, your friends have always been chaotic.

right?

“you’re coming with me,” woonhak announces, grabbing your wrist before you can react.

you blink. “huh? where—”

“no time for questions,” he says, dragging you forward with a wide grin. “just trust me.”

you don’t get a chance to argue. one second, you’re standing outside the practice room after parting ways with taesan, and the next, you’re practically jogging to keep up with woonhak’s excited strides.

“seriously,” you huff, “what is this about?”

woonhak finally slows down when you reach the main hallway. he spins on his heel to face you, eyes gleaming with mischief.

“photo booth,” he declares.

you stare at him. “...photo booth?”

he nods. “yep. the one down the street.”

you raise a brow. “why?”

“because,” he says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “i need cool pics, and you’re the only person fun enough to take them with.”

you huff out a laugh. “that’s a weird compliment, but okay.”

woonhak beams. “i am kind of a compliment expert.”

he tugs you toward the exit before you can overthink it. something about his energy makes it impossible to say no. his enthusiasm is genuine, infectious in a way that makes you want to go along with whatever ridiculous plan he’s cooked up.

so, despite the randomness of it all, you find yourself stepping into the tiny photo booth with him not even fifteen minutes later.

“okay, okay,” woonhak says, leaning closer as he scans the screen. “which filter? vintage? cartoon? ooh, or the one that makes us look like shiny porcelain dolls?”

you snort. “definitely not that one.”

“boo. no fun,” he teases, but he selects the vintage filter anyway.

the countdown begins.

“quick, first pose!”

without thinking, you throw up a peace sign. woonhak, of course, leans in dramatically, pointing at you like you’re the most interesting person in the world.

the camera flashes.

“next one, do something dumb,” he says.

you both make exaggerated, ridiculous faces. flash.

“now a cool one.”

he throws an arm around your shoulders and tilts his chin up, giving the camera his best model smolder. you just try to look less awkward. flash.

by the time the last picture is taken, you’re both grinning like idiots, slightly out of breath from how hard you’ve been laughing.

“these are perfect,” woonhak declares as the printed photos slide out from the machine.

you shake your head. “they’re ridiculous.”

“perfectly ridiculous,” he corrects, waving them around so the ink can dry.

you glance at the photos, smiling despite yourself. “okay, yeah. they’re kinda fun.”

woonhak gasps, pressing a hand to his chest. “was that amusement i just heard? from you?”

you roll your eyes, but he just laughs, nudging you playfully.

the two of you step out of the booth woonhak drags you around, not realizing how big the area woonhak took you to was. and that’s when you realize just how much time has passed.

“wait,” you frown, checking your phone. “we’ve been here for two hours?”

woonhak grins. “time flies when you’re having fun.”

“that’s what taesan said,” you mutter.

“ugh, don’t compare me to him.” woonhak pouts. “i’m way more fun.”

you chuckle. “alright, sure.”

he hums, pleased, then carefully tears the photo strip in half and hands you a piece.

“souvenir,” he says.

you take it, feeling oddly touched. “thanks.”

“duh,” he says, nudging your shoulder again.

just as you’re about to say something else, a voice calls out—

“yo, what are you guys up to?”

you turn to see sungho approaching, hands casually in his pockets but eyes flicking between you and woonhak with obvious curiosity.

woonhak tuts. “oh, great. here comes the fun police.”

sungho raises a brow. “fun police? dude, you kidnapped him.”

“for a great cause.”

sungho chuckles, then turns to you. “seriously though, you free? i was gonna grab something to eat—thought you might wanna come.”

woonhak groans dramatically. “unbelievable. you really couldn’t wait five more minutes?”

sungho just smirks. “nope.”

you blink between them, still not fully catching onto whatever silent competition is happening here.

but hey, free food.

“alright,” you say. “let’s go.”

woonhak throws his arms up. “betrayal!”

you laugh, already walking away with sungho. woonhak’s over-the-top whining fades into the background as you head toward your next (unknowingly competitive) hangout.

—

sungho doesn’t rush you.

he doesn’t drag you off like woonhak or flirt like taesan. he doesn’t plan an elaborate excuse to get you alone, nor does he try to impress you with anything grand. instead, he simply walks beside you, keeping an easy pace as you leave the area near the photo booth.

“you okay?” he asks after a while.

you glance at him, a little confused. “yeah? why wouldn’t i be?”

he shrugs. “just making sure. woonhak has a lot of energy.”

you chuckle at that. “yeah, he does.”

sungho hums in agreement. for a moment, there’s only the sound of your footsteps as you walk.

normally, silence like this would feel awkward, like you need to fill the space with words just to make sure the conversation doesn’t die. but with sungho, it doesn’t feel that way at all. his presence is steady, comfortable. there’s no pressure to keep talking, no expectation for you to entertain him.

it’s... nice.

“so,” he says eventually, “where do you wanna eat?”

you think for a second. “hmm. something simple, maybe? i’m not too picky.”

“same,” he nods. “there’s a good place around the corner. nothing fancy, but the food’s solid.”

“sounds good.”

sungho doesn’t lead the way. he walks with you. side by side.

when you get to the restaurant, he holds the door open for you without making a big deal out of it. he doesn’t comment on what you order, doesn’t try to one-up you or tease you like some of the others might. instead, he just listens.

you don’t even realize how much you’re talking at first. maybe it’s because he isn’t pushing for anything, but before long, you find yourself rambling, about random things, small frustrations, the little annoyances of your day. you talk about something funny that happened earlier, about how you got lost trying to find a meeting room, about how taesan’s music taste is stuck in the 90s.

sungho listens to it all. really listens.

he doesn’t just nod along absentmindedly or wait for his turn to speak. he responds thoughtfully, asks questions that show he’s paying attention. he laughs at the right moments, shakes his head when you tell him something dumb that happened.

and when you run out of things to say, he doesn’t fill the quiet with unnecessary words. he just lets it be.

you exhale, leaning back in your seat. “you’re easy to talk to.”

sungho smiles, small but genuine. “that’s a good thing, right?”

“yeah,” you admit. “it is.”

he rests his chin on his hand. “well, you’re easy to listen to.”

you huff out a laugh. “that supposed to be a compliment?”

“mhm.”

you shake your head, but your lips twitch.

the food arrives, and the two of you eat without any rush. conversation flows naturally, never forced, never awkward. the longer you sit with him, the more you realize how rare that is. how rare it is to just exist with someone like this, without feeling like you have to perform or keep up with them.

sungho doesn’t try to be anything more than himself. and because of that, you don’t feel like you have to be anything more than yourself either.

it’s... different. in a good way.

you’re still processing that when the door to the restaurant swings open and someone walks in.

“there you are.”

you blink up at the new arrival.

leehan.

he looks from you to sungho, then back again, raising an eyebrow like he’s caught something interesting.

sungho barely reacts, just pops a fry into his mouth. “what’s up?”

leehan’s gaze lingers on you. “just wondering where he disappeared to.”

you frown. “i didn’t disappear.”

he shrugs. “you kinda did.”

sungho smirks slightly. “jealous?”

leehan scoffs. “not at all.” then, he turns to you. “you done eating?”

you glance at your plate. you’re mostly finished. “uh... yeah, pretty much.”

“cool. come with me.”

you blink. “what? where?”

“just trust me,” he says.

sungho exhales through his nose, amused. “guess that’s my cue to let you go.”

you feel a little bad leaving him so soon, but leehan is already waiting.

“thanks for this,” you say to sungho. “seriously.”

he nods, something knowing in his expression. “anytime.”

and with that, leehan ushers you out, his interruption marking the start of whatever he has planned next.

—

leehan doesn’t say much when he leads you out of the restaurant.

you exhale, stretching your arms. “so where are we going?”

“somewhere quiet,” leehan says simply.

he doesn’t elaborate, but you don’t push for details. there’s something about the way he moves. calm, deliberate, that makes you trust him without question.

your legs are already tired from the long day, but you don’t complain. it’s been one thing after another lately, bouncing between schedules, helping with whatever needs to be done, keeping up with the members’ energy. the thought of somewhere quiet is actually kind of nice.

leehan seems to notice.

at some point, without a word, he reaches over and takes the bag from your shoulder, the one weighed down with equipment, heavier than it should be after carrying it around all day.

“huh?” you blink, startled. “you don’t have to—”

“just give it to me,” he says, not unkindly.

you hesitate for a second, but then you let him.

the relief in your muscles is instant. you hadn’t realized just how much strain the bag was putting on your shoulder until the weight was gone.

“thanks,” you mumble.

leehan doesn’t respond, just keeps walking like it’s nothing.

you fall into step with him, and soon enough, you recognize the route, the way to the dorms.

“wait, we’re going to your place?”

he nods.

“uh. am i even allowed?”

“you are now.”

you huff a quiet laugh. “guess i can’t argue with that.”

when you arrive, the dorm is surprisingly empty.

“everyone’s still out,” leehan explains as he sets your bag down near the door.

you glance around. “so, what now?”

he doesn’t answer right away. instead, he walks over to a small tank near the window.

it takes you a second to register what you’re looking at. but then it clicks.

of course.

“checking on your fish?” you ask, amused.

leehan hums in confirmation.

you step closer, watching as he taps the glass lightly, eyes scanning over the water like he’s making sure everything is in perfect balance. everyone knows leehan likes fish. he’s known for it.

but you’ve never actually seen him with them before.

there’s a quiet fondness in the way he does it, gentle, careful.

“they look good,” you say.

“they are.”

“you always talk about them, but this is my first time actually seeing them.” you glance at him. “i get it now.”

he raises an eyebrow. “get what?”

you nod toward the tank. “why you like them so much. they’re… calming.”

he watches them for a second before nodding. “they are.”

you both stand there, just looking at them for a while. the fish move in slow, effortless patterns, gliding through the water without a care. it’s oddly soothing to watch.

and then—

“you should take better care of yourself.”

you blink. “what?”

leehan finally looks at you. “you don’t even notice when you’re exhausted, do you?”

his words catch you off guard. “i—” you pause, about to deny it, but... you can’t.

because he’s right.

you don’t notice. not really. you just keep going, keep working, keep up with everything, because that’s what you’re supposed to do. and no one’s ever really pointed it out before. not like this.

leehan doesn’t press you for a response. he just turns back to the fish tank, letting the statement hang in the air.

but something about it sticks with you.

you should take better care of yourself.

it’s such a simple thing to say, but coming from leehan, it carries weight. because he’s not the type to throw words around without meaning them.

you swallow. “i’ll try.”

he nods, like that’s enough. like he trusts that you will.

the moment lingers between you, quiet but full.

and then—

the door bursts open.

“we’re back!”

suddenly, the dorm is filled with voices (jaehyun, sungho, riwoo, taesan, woonhak) talking over each other as they pile in.

jaehyun stops mid-step. “wait. why is he here?”

“why wouldn’t he be?” leehan says evenly.

taesan raises an eyebrow. “hold on. how long have you two been alone?”

“does it matter?”

woonhak dramatically gasps. “you didn’t steal him away, did you?”

sungho shakes his head with a small smile. “figures, leehan would play the long game.”

riwoo just eyes you quietly, like he’s assessing the situation.

you blink at all of them. “uh. hi?”

the tension in the room is almost comical.

and suddenly, you get the distinct feeling that this whole situation, whatever this is, is far from over.

it starts small.

jaehyun practically shoves you into the best seat at the table when you all go out to eat.

"here, sit here. good view, best lighting," he says, pulling out the chair with too much enthusiasm, nearly knocking it over in the process.

before you can even thank him, riwoo silently slides a drink in front of you.

"your favorite," he says, as if he had it ready before you even sat down.

"oh—thanks?" you blink, but before you can take a sip, taesan leans in with a smirk.

"wait, wait," he says, plucking the glass from your hand. "let me taste-test it first." he takes an exaggerated sip, licking his lips. "yeah, that's safe for you."

"what—" you stare at him, baffled, but then woonhak slides in from nowhere.

"whoa, whoa, hold up," he grins. "you're making him drink already? shouldn't we feed him first?" and just like that, he's piling food onto your plate like an overly doting grandma.

"guys," you laugh, half overwhelmed, half amused. "you don’t have to—"

"eat," sungho says simply, nodding toward the plate. "we're not letting you work on an empty stomach."

you blink at him, confused, but then leehan casually pushes a napkin toward you.

"they're messy," he says, nodding toward the rest of them.

"i'm—what is happening?" you finally ask, looking around the table.

no one answers.

they all just eye each other.

silently.

like some sort of standoff.

…okay, weird.

but whatever, you’re hungry. so you just shake your head and start eating, blissfully unaware of the chaos about to unfold.

at some point, you stop trying to keep up with whatever this is and just start laughing.

"okay," you say, shaking your head. "i don’t know what’s going on, but you guys are acting so weird tonight."

they all freeze.

"weird? what do you mean weird?" jaehyun asks, far too quickly.

"we're not weird," woonhak protests.

"you're the weird one," taesan adds, for no reason.

sungho sighs.

leehan just crosses his arms.

you look at all of them. the tension. the silent glares. the way they're obviously trying to one-up each other at every turn.

…

nah.

there’s no way.

"you know what?" you grin. "instead of competing or whatever this is—why don’t we just enjoy the night together?"

they all pause.

"together?" jaehyun repeats.

"as in… no competition?" riwoo asks, skeptical.

you raise an eyebrow. "was there a competition?"

silence.

taesan clears his throat. "no. obviously not."

"yeah, no competition," woonhak says way too fast.

"never," jaehyun insists.

sungho sighs again.

leehan shakes his head.

you just smile.

whatever this is, you’re not gonna overthink it.

because right now, you're just here to have fun.

with all of them.

end of story.

…

(or at least, that’s what you think.)

—

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Hello Lovlies!

⛧It’s been a minute~ life did its thing where a bunch of crappy things happened at once... but! I’ve been quietly working on something special behind the scenes.

In celebration of hitting ♡ 3k followers ♡ and because I’ve missed being here, I’ll be posting one new fic a day for Mikaelson week! Some of these are based on requests I’ve been meaning to get to, and others are indulgent little ideas I couldn’t resist writing. Either way, they’re all filthy…

Below is the list of upcoming fics! (+ I’ll also be fixing my masterlist... a disaster I’ve ignored for way too long.)

~𝔣𝔩𝔲𝔣𝔣 ~ 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔰𝔱 ~ 𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 ~ 𝔰𝔪𝔲𝔱 ~

Bites {Elijah Mikaelson}{3.2k} ♡♡ --- You were afraid to bite him. Until he told you to do it again.

Push {Kol Mikaelson}{2.5k} ♡♡ --- Kol’s late. You’re bored. And maybe a little reckless. But when he catches you playing with his toys without permission, he decides to teach you a very thorough lesson.

Face First {Klaus Mikaelson}{1.7k} ♡♡ --- A few late-night texts leads to a very unexpected house call. You’re on your period. Klaus doesn’t care.

Losing {Elijah Mikaelson}{3.6k} ♡♡ --- A late-night debate turns into a wager you’re sure you’ll win. But when Elijah proves you wrong, his prize isn’t gloating...

Need {Kol Mikaelson}{2.2k} {Witch!Kol}♡♡ --- You’re trying to do a spell. He’s trying to ruin your night in the best possible way

Dreams {Klaus Mikaelson}{3.9k} {Virgin!Reader}♡♡ --- A drunken confession leads to an unexpected night with Klaus, where fantasy blurs into reality, and your first time becomes unforgettable.

Surrender {Elijah Mikaelson}{1.4k} {Sub!Elijah}♡♡♡ --- After a bloody night out, Elijah returns home teetering on the edge. You don’t try to reason with the violence simmering under his skin. You offer him relief instead.

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𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭

pairing: wooyoung x f!reader au: 9th member | best friends to lovers | pre! poly | genre: fluff | word count: 2.4 k synopsis: how wooyoung entered the poly relationship with you and the others warning(s): takes place during say my name era, jealous wooyoung

Wooyoung was definitely jealous, and it wasn’t exactly subtle. The moment you and Hongjoong announced your relationship, he became pouty and distant. Despite that, he still clung to you like always, and everyone just shrugged it off as his usual self. But deep down, it stung. He was not about to accept that his crush was now dating the captain.

You were settled in your makeup chair, surrounded by your stylists as they flitted around you, touching up here and there. Across the room, Wooyoung’s gaze was locked on you, intense and unwavering—until it shifted to Hongjoong, who was making his way toward you. The second he saw him, Wooyoung’s expression twisted into a frown, earning him a sharp scolding from the makeup artist working on him.

The sudden scolding pulled your attention, and when you saw Wooyoung's grumpy expression, you couldn't help but laugh. That soft, familiar sound made his heart flutter—just like it always did.

He was about to get up from his seat, maybe walk over and say something, anything, when a firm hand on his shoulder shoved him right back down.

“What the—” he started, whipping around, ready to snap—only to come face-to-face with Mingi’s smug grin.

“Well, well, well,” Mingi drawled, clearly amused.

Yunho and San flanked Mingi like backup dancers in a perfectly timed performance, both wearing matching amused smirks. Wooyoung narrowed his eyes at them, especially at Yunho, before crossing his arms and letting out an exaggerated huff.

“What got your panties in a twist, hm?” Yunho teased, clearly enjoying himself.

Wooyoung didn’t respond right away, just sank deeper into his chair with a pout, muttering under his breath, “Nothing. Mind your business.”

San chuckled. “Sure doesn’t look like nothing.”

“Yeah,” Mingi added, leaning in just enough to really get under his skin. “You looked like you were about to bite Hongjoong’s head off.”

Wooyoung glared at all three of them. “I wasn’t. I was just… checking the lighting.”

“Oh, totally,” Yunho deadpanned. “Because you’re so invested in production design now.”

Wooyoung rolled his eyes dramatically at the trio, but the second your soft giggle floated through the room again, his head snapped in your direction like it was instinct.

Without even realizing it, a smile tugged at his lips—soft, almost wistful.

San nudged Yunho with his elbow, who exchanged a knowing look with Mingi. The three of them didn’t need to say a word; they knew exactly what was going on.

“Well,” San whispered under his breath, grinning, “looks like someone’s in deep.”

Mingi snorted. “And losing to the captain, no less.”

Yunho leaned back, arms crossed and smirk growing. “Should’ve made a move when you had the chance, Romeo.”

Wooyoung didn’t even register their teasing anymore—his focus was entirely on you. The way you smiled at Hongjoong, the way you laughed so effortlessly... it lit something stubborn in him.

He waved a dismissive hand toward the boys, still watching you with that soft look in his eyes. But then, a flicker of determination sparked across his face, and he leaned back with a slow, confident smile.

“Watch,” he said, voice low but firm, “I’ll get her to be mine.”

San raised a brow, impressed. Mingi let out a low whistle, and Yunho chuckled, shaking his head.

“Bold of you,” Mingi grinned. “You’re gonna start a war with the captain.”

Wooyoung smirked, eyes not leaving you. “Then I guess I better win it.”

During the entire photoshoot, Wooyoung was practically glued to your side. Every time you shifted positions, he somehow found a way to be within arm’s reach—offering water, fixing a stray hair, cracking a joke. At first, it was typical Wooyoung behavior. You’d always known him to be clingy, affectionate in that loud, chaotic way.

But today… it was different. It was more. A little too much.

You tried to brush it off, but the longer it went on, the more it started to grate on your nerves. Especially with Hongjoong nearby, watching quietly from behind the monitors. You couldn’t help but feel a slight tension brewing, even if you couldn’t place why.

What you didn’t realize was just how much Wooyoung’s clinginess had shifted since your relationship with Hongjoong went public. He wasn’t just being his usual self—he was staking his claim, in the only way he knew how.

The second the director called for a break, both Hongjoong and Wooyoung were at your side like it was a race. You blinked at them, caught between confusion and irritation, eyes bouncing from one to the other.

“Okay... what the fuck is going on right now?” you asked, voice sharp and laced with suspicion.

Hongjoong crossed his arms, shooting Wooyoung a glare. “Nothing. Why do you ask?”

Wooyoung scoffed, glaring right back. “Yeah. Nothing at all.”

You raised a brow. The tension between them was thick enough to cut with a knife—and it wasn’t just in your head.

Then you heard it: a poorly stifled snort. You snapped your head to the side, catching Mingi with a hand over his mouth and Yunho turning away, shoulders shaking.

Your eyes narrowed. You set your water bottle down slowly, deliberately.

“Alright,” you said, tone deadly serious, “you two. Spill. And I mean it—no bullshit answers.”

Mingi and Yunho exchanged one last look of pure panic before bolting—straight toward Seonghwa, who was casually flipping through the schedule. He looked up, confused as they ducked behind him like he was some kind of human shield. His eyes followed their frantic gestures toward you, then flicked to where you stood with Hongjoong and Wooyoung.

His mouth formed a slow, understanding “oh,” followed by a very audible sigh as he stepped in front of the two like he already regretted being part of this mess.

You huffed, your patience thinning by the second, and turned your gaze back to Hongjoong and Wooyoung. The second your eyes landed on them, both of theirs widened like deer caught in headlights.

You raised a brow—calm, dangerous. The kind of look that told them you weren’t going to repeat yourself.

Hongjoong let out a breath, rubbing the back of his neck before stepping forward. “Let’s find a quieter place?” he offered gently, holding out his hand for you to take.

You glanced at it, then back at him, then at Wooyoung—who looked like he was preparing for a full-blown confession or a duel. Either way, you could tell this “quiet place” was about to be anything but.

Once the three of you reached a quiet, secluded corner far from prying eyes and eavesdropping teammates, the tension was palpable.

Hongjoong stopped first, turning to face Wooyoung with a sharp look, arms crossed in that no-nonsense way that always meant he was about to get serious. Wooyoung just rolled his eyes and huffed, clearly still irritated, clearly still refusing to back down.

You turned to him too, your expression unreadable but firm. That alone was enough to make Wooyoung glance your way—only to instantly drop his gaze the moment your eyes met his. Like a kid caught red-handed. His jaw clenched, but he didn’t say anything.

“Okay,” you said, voice calm but cutting. “Start talking.”

Wooyoung kicked at the ground, muttering, “It’s not a big deal.”

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been glued to her all day.”

“And you’ve been acting like a saint?” Wooyoung shot back, voice rising before he could stop himself.

You stepped between them before it could escalate. “I’m not doing this. Not until one of you tells me what’s actually going on. No more cryptic bullshit. I want the truth.”

Hongjoong sighed, the kind that carried the weight of patience worn thin. His eyes didn’t leave Wooyoung, but his words were directed at you.

“He’s been acting like he’s your boyfriend this whole time,” he said, voice low but firm. “He needs to give you space, and honestly—it’s clear to anyone he was starting to irritate you.”

Wooyoung scoffed, eyes snapping to Hongjoong. “Oh, I’m the problem?”

You crossed your arms, eyes narrowing. “Woo…”

But he kept going, voice sharp with frustration. “So what, I care too much? I’ve always been this way with her. Why is it suddenly an issue now?”

“Because there’s a difference between being close and not respecting boundaries,” Hongjoong shot back. “And now that she’s my girlfriend, maybe you should think twice before acting like she’s still yours.”

The silence hung in the air like a storm about to break. Wooyoung’s usual playful demeanor was replaced by something more raw, something more intense. His mouth opened, ready to argue, but then, with a flash of frustration and something else you couldn’t quite place, he stopped himself.

He took a deep breath, as if bracing for impact, and then snapped, “Well, what if I want yn to be mine?”

You froze. The words hit you harder than you expected. Your eyes widened in shock, your breath catching for a moment. He had just—he had just confessed.

Hongjoong stiffened beside you, his jaw tightening as he glanced between you and Wooyoung. But you couldn’t focus on him right now. Wooyoung's words rang in your ears, and the intensity in his gaze was enough to make your heart race, even if you weren’t entirely sure how to react.

You took a step back, the shock still settling in. “What…?”

Wooyoung didn’t back down. If anything, the fire in his eyes burned brighter. “You heard me. I’m tired of pretending. I want you, Ynie. I always have.”

The air around you felt thick now, the weight of his words pressing in, and for the first time in a long while, you were speechless.

“And you can’t expect me to be the only one who doesn’t have feelings for you.” Wooyoung’s voice cracked, his frustration finally spilling over, his words coming out in a raw, desperate cry. “Everyone basically does!”

You flinched, the weight of his admission sinking deep. It wasn’t just him. He wasn’t just upset about his own feelings. He was hurting for something more, something unspoken. The pain of being the one left on the outside, unable to fully have you—unable to claim you in the way he wanted.

“Wooyoung…” you whispered, not sure what else to say. His words were hitting you in places you hadn’t realized were vulnerable. “I didn’t—"

“No,” he interrupted, voice rough. “Don’t give me that. Don’t act like you didn’t know. I’ve been here, always here, and I watched you fall for him—watched you be with him, even though I knew how much I—” He cut himself off, biting back whatever else was about to spill out.

Hongjoong stayed silent, watching the exchange, but the tension between you and Wooyoung was undeniable. You wanted to comfort him, to tell him you didn’t mean to hurt him, but how could you, when everything between the two of you felt so tangled?

Wooyoung’s chest heaved with emotion, his gaze darting from you to Hongjoong before settling back on you. “I don’t know what you want from me anymore, Yn. But I can’t just keep pretending that I’m okay with how things are. I—" His voice faltered, breaking with the weight of his feelings.

Hongjoong couldn’t help himself—he let out a small laugh at the intensity of the moment. It wasn’t mocking, but it still made the tension feel... lighter.

Without thinking, you pinched him in the side, hard. He let out an exaggerated cry of pain, rubbing the spot dramatically, and even in the middle of all this, you couldn’t suppress a small smile.

Wooyoung’s glare snapped to Hongjoong, fiery and full of frustration. But then, something shifted in him. As his eyes flicked to your face, he saw the smile that had formed despite everything. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks—you were laughing at him.

“You’re an idiot, Wooyoung,” Hongjoong muttered under his breath, shaking his head at his friend.

Wooyoung blinked, momentarily stunned. “Huh?”

Wooyoung’s eyes widened, his expression shifting from frustration to confusion. “Wait, what?”

You took a deep breath, your gaze shifting to him, softening. “Wooyoung, I also like you.”

His eyes blinked rapidly, like he wasn’t entirely processing the words that just left your mouth. “But... you’re dating hyung—” he began, but you didn’t let him finish.

“And we had a nice long conversation about this,” Hongjoong interjected smoothly, his tone calm but with a little teasing edge. “Before you go getting all dramatic, we talked it out. So, chill.”

You shot Hongjoong a grateful look, glad that he was, at least, somewhat on the same page. The situation was complicated, but it was out in the open now.

Wooyoung blinked again, still trying to piece everything together. “So... you’re saying you like me... but—”

You shook your head, cutting him off gently, “There’s no but, Woo.” You looked him in the eyes, your voice steady. “Hongjoong understands my feelings for you... and everyone else.”

Hongjoong nodded in agreement, his tone surprisingly calm and open. “It’s why I’m open to making the relationship poly.”

Wooyoung’s expression flickered—his mind clearly racing as he processed the new reality. This was more than just his typical jealousy. This was a shift. A big one.

“So, you’re both okay with this...?” Wooyoung asked slowly, his voice still tinged with uncertainty.

You gave him a soft, reassuring smile. “Yeah. We’re figuring it out together. All of us.”

Hongjoong stepped forward, looking at Wooyoung with the same sincerity. “It’s about trust, Wooyoung. We all want to be honest with each other. That’s the only way this works.”

Wooyoung looked between you and Hongjoong, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths as he finally seemed to relax, if only a little. “I... I didn’t expect this.” He let out a small laugh, trying to lighten the tension. “Guess I need to get used to the idea, huh?”

“Yeah,” you chuckled, “but it’s not as complicated as you think. Just a lot of talking and a little patience.”

“Does that mean we’re boyfriend and girlfriend now?” he asked, his voice teasing, with a smirk tugging at his lips. You raised an eyebrow at Wooyoung’s sudden shift in tone. The gleam in his eyes told you he was getting back to his usual playful self.

You blinked, your smile softening. “Is that what you want, Woo?”

Hongjoong, still standing beside you, let out a small laugh. “Careful, Wooyoung. Don’t rush it.”

Wooyoung gave Hongjoong an exaggerated eye roll. “I’m just asking the question, hyung.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little, the tension from earlier finally lifting. “Let’s take things one step at a time, alright? We’re figuring it all out.”

Wooyoung’s grin only grew wider. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ for now.” He winked at you, clearly not satisfied with anything less than the best answer.

Hongjoong smirked, shaking his head at his friend. “You’re impossible.”

You shrugged playfully. “Sometimes, that’s what makes him fun to be around.”

[hyunjins3rdleg]

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*Request🔒:fake text(predominately),drabbles,au prompts,etc(I have more time for shorter fics)

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*Stray Kids are real people & therefore everything below is completely fictional. This doesn’t reflect who they truly are in any way, shape, or form. I am not trying to misconstrue who they are in real life.

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*SFW* Fics are safe for the younger stays and will usually only have profanity listed as the main warning.

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Angst⛈️/🌩️; Fluff🧸; Smut/Suggestive🔥

FWB!Hyunjin Text Series 🧸⛈️🔥 (MDNI)

A late night text accidentally sent to one of the artist you’re working with leads to a half a year long agreement and Hyunjin wants more…

(fwb to lovers)(IdolxMusic Producer!Reader)

Fix Your Face, Please! 🧸🌩️ (MDNI)

Hyunjin’s very vocal about how jealous & possessive he can get, and although it can get troublesome you find it kind of hot…

We Were On Break!! 🌩️🧸 (SFW)

Your ex boyfriend, Hyunjin, has a hard time accepting the end of your relationship and is very persistent on getting back together…

Corporate Gang 🧸 (MDNI)

JYP Co. gets a new IT-Agent and you can’t help but gush about him to your favorite coworkers…

(Nerdy,shy!Hyunjin Series)

Take Your Friends Out ⛈️🧸 (pt.1 ) (MDNI)

Your boyfriend has stood you up 3x this month and you decide that you’re done with being second place. Of course he disagrees…

Don’t Say That To Me ⛈️ (pt 2.) (MDNI)

Months after you took Hyunjin back you have to face the tough reality of falling out of love with him and end things for good…

Stress Induced Fever 🧸 (SFW)

Your job has decided to transfer you to their USA branch for a year and Hyunjin is failing miserably at holding himself together before you leave…

Sad Nudes? 🧸 (MDNI)

You’ve had a shit day and Hyunjin tries his best to cheer you up thousands of miles away…

I Love You. Now Date Me! 🧸🌩️ (SFW)

Your bestfriend has been jokingly telling you he’s in love with you for years only for you to find out it’s not a joke…and oh yeah, he HATES your boyfriend…

Babe, I Broke It 🧸 (SFW)

Hyunjin broke your brand new coffee mug and he’s taking it harder than you are (soft bbyboy)…

I Really Like You, Like Romantically 🔥🧸(MDNI)

Your best friend asks you for an insane favor of helping him lose his virginity and discovers his feelings in the process…

I Will Win! Fighting!🔥🧸 (MDNI)

You and Hyunjin make a friendly bet to survive No Nut November and despite his persistent confidence on winning, he eventually gives in…

Emergency Contact ⛈️ (SFW)

You and Hyunjin had a mutual breakup over a year ago, but apparently he forgot to remove you as his emergency contact and feelings are revisted…

Safe,Loved,& Accepted ⛈️ (SFW)

Bang Chan has been making light of the nasty comments you’ve been getting online until you are put in a sticky situation and he’s worried sick a thousand of miles away…

Have You Always Been This Hot?? 🔥🧸 (MDNI)

Attempting to survive No Nut November with your best friend Chan brings forth feelings neither of you knew existed…and really good sex…

I Just Want To Help ⛈️ (SFW)

Your ex Hyunjin takes it upon himself to help you with financial difficulties after months of no contact, but he never expected you to fight him every step of the way…

Wanna See It Up Close? 🔥🧸 (MDNI)

You always jokingly try to convince your best friend to get laid and he jokingly tells you to take his virginity (except it’s not a joke)…

I Hate You. All Of You. 🌩️ (SFW)

A sneaky picture brings your relationship and trust crashing down and he refuses to let it all go over a stupid misunderstanding….

Keeping Secrets 🌩️ (SFW)

Felix’s antics leaves Hyunjin an over dramatic mess and it takes an entire week before he confronts you about the secret you’ve been hiding…

Is This A Trick Question? 🌩️🧸 (SFW)

It’s not a secret that Hyunjin’s perusing you romantically, but despite returning his feelings your past relationship holds you back. Little did you know Hyunjin was just what you needed to try at love again…

Model!Hyunjin Text Series 🧸🔥(SFW/MDNI)

At the height of his career, Hwang Hyunjin goes down the road nearly every 24 year old with fame in the public eye does - sex, money, and rebellion. You accepted a job set up by his parents to get his reputation and career back on track, and you’ve known no peace since thanks to your very clingy (and unashamedly in love) client…

(ModelxAssistant!Reader)(grumpy gf,sunshine bf)

I’m Gonna Ride You. 🔥🧸 (MDNI)

Your friends thought it would be funny to hack into your phone to prank Hyunjin while you’re in the bathroom. Unfortunately, this little prank would lead to one of the most embarrassing (amazing?) nights of his life…