#she is *stunning* when she smiles; holy shit

[liyazaki]

sam smiling because of mon 💜💙💚

GAP THE SERIES | EP. 3 [2022-2023]

[ellecdc]

I absolutely love love love your writing! I have a request if you’re up for it?

Can you write a possessive/ jealous wolfstar x reader. Reader is always wearing baggy clothes so when shes wearing a tight dress that hugs her curvy body for yule ball and the boys in school wont stop staring at her got remus and sirius very jealous?

thank you baby! and thank you for your request. it’s not a whole lot of jealousy, but this is my take on it; hope you like it!! 🫶

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader who looks so good in a ballgown CW: no smut but mention of dicks/horniness, catcalling

There were some things that not many people knew but Remus did.

One thing not many people knew was that Sirius – in all his cool bravado – was the most sensitive person Remus knew. Sirius would cry during any and every movie, he once cried when he saw a baby chipmunk because it was ‘way too small, what the fuck?’, and those closest to Sirius knew that one must watch their tone lest the long-haired boy believe you were mad at him.

Another thing that not many people knew but Remus did was how fucking hot you were. And that’s not to say people didn’t know you were beautiful – your beauty was undeniable. 

But Remus (and Sirius) knew a secret.

Under the Hogwarts uniform? Under the boxy dress shirt, plaid pleated skirt, and woolen jumpers and cardigans, was one banging body. 

What helped keep this fact to be widely unknown was that when not in your uniform, you could usually be found in Sirius’ quidditch jersey, or Remus’ jumpers, or your own loosely fitting clothes. Your style was simple and understated, usually consisting of loose-fitting shirts and jeans or corduroys. Comfy, cozy, nondescript. It also helped that Sirius’ style was nearly the complete opposite – loud, demanding, and bold - so people spent most of their time ogling him. 

It seemed, however, that this secret would be revealed to all of Hogwarts tonight. 

“Holy shit.” Peter muttered under his breath as the Marauder’s stood dressed in their best awaiting their dates for the ball. You and Lily traipsed down the stairs in your heels and dresses whilst Peter was bombarded with various whacks to his arms and an ‘oi!’ or two from James, Sirius, and Remus.

But Peter was right, you looked fucking stunning. You were wearing a beautiful satin gown, the fabric spilling sinfully over your body like water and cascading to your ankles. Your shape and figure were further accentuated by the way the lights refracted off the shiny material, leaving nothing to the imagination. He was surprised to see how thin the straps were; there had to be some magic holding the gown to your body, surely.

Remus felt conflicted; he both wanted to throw you over his shoulder and rush back up to the dorms to ravish you and parade you around shouting ‘look at what this poor, scarred werewolf managed to pull!’.

There was one issue.

Sirius.

“What is she wearing!?” He whispered shouted to Remus.

“Pads, don’t upset her.” He murmured into his boyfriend’s ear. “Don’t make her feel self-conscious.”

Sirius let out a sound between a pained moan and a growl but nodded all the same.

You offered the boys a soft smile, shoulders migrating towards your ears proving to Remus that you were indeed feeling a little vulnerable.

“Hey beautiful!” Remus greeted you, taking your hand that adorned the charmed corsage Remus and Sirius had given you that matched the one’s pinned to their lapels and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. 

“Hi boys.” You smiled, looking between the two of them. “You look very nice.”

Sirius scoffed, and Remus prayed to every deity possible that Sirius kept his wits about him. “Not half as good as you, babe! Come on, give us a spin.”

Remus let out a sigh of relief whilst your shoulders migrated impossibly higher, though you obeyed Sirius’ demand, nonetheless.

Remus dick twitched embarrassingly in his pants, and based on the pained groan emanating from Sirius, he was sure his did too. Thinking about Sirius’ dick made his own dick twitch again; this was going to be a long night. 

“It’s not too much?” You asked sheepishly as you turned back to face them, embarrassment painting your features as you looked timidly between your two boyfriends. 

“No!” Sirius shouted, but his voice came out painfully high. “No.” He corrected, clearing his throat. 

“You look stunning, my love.” Remus said more eloquently. 

You smiled beautifully albeit shyly at the two boys before your moment was interrupted.

“Circe’s tits, L/N! Where’ve you been hiding that body!?” Barty Crouch Jr called as he let out a wolf whistle, either completely forgetting or ignoring the fact that he was walking arm-in-arm with his boyfriend who only offered his brother and his brother’s dates a simple eyeroll.

“Keep walking you fuckin’ wanker.” Sirius barked.

Remus’ heart clenched when he noticed you start to ring your hands together nervously.

“I don’t know... Lily told me to go with this one, but I have another dress upstairs – maybe I should-”

“Absolutely not.” Sirius cut you off, levelling you with a look that spoke no nonsense. 

“It would be a sin to deny the world of such a sight, love.” Remus encouraged pulling you towards him and massaging at your tense jaw with his thumbs. He hoped he was giving you his softest smile possible, and the way your own expression softened in response told him he had.

“Wear what you want, dollface; I can fight.” Sirius added, causing the two of you to break eye contact, looking over to see that he was already tying his hair up pre-emptively. Remus scoffed out a laugh and you whimpered a pained ‘Sirius...’. 

“Let’s go, sugar.” He said when he was done, winking at you teasingly. “Let’s show these tossers what they’re missing.”

Remus thought you looked nervous as you allowed Sirius to hook your arms together, though he didn’t know why. You didn’t have to referee Sirius’ tussles; Remus did.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

flashing lights

words: 2.4k

warnings: 18+ only, brief smut, p in v sex, model!reader (a bit of influencer too but primarily a model), soft rafe, marriage, pregnancy

“so thats your new girl?” topper asks, eyes on you as you twirl to the music, long legs on show in the simple black dress.

“yeah, shes here for a month on vacation.” rafes also looking at you, unable to let his gaze stray, in case a man comes up and attempts to dance with you. you may not be an official item yet, considering you only met a couple days ago, but rafe is determined to spend the entire month that you’re here with you, and not let any other men pull your focus away.

“she looks so familiar.” the voice rings out before rafe even realizes that there's other people now sat in the circle of chairs and couches, too wrapped up in you.

the girl, who rafe recognizes from high school, begins to tap on her phone. “wait, shes a model.” “yeah, she told me.” rafe shrugs it off. he could have guessed your profession anyways, with how naturally stunning you are, and your height almost rivaling his, only a few inches shorter.

“no, like really famous model.” the girl turns her phone towards rafe, and he hates having to drag his eyes away from you to look at the screen, pulled open to a google search of your name.

“holy shit!” topper says for rafe, taking the phone from the girl as he clicks the first link to open up your instagram. “she has 20 MILLION followers, rafe.”

rafe glances from the phone to you as you turn to smile at him, still dancing to the music, glad to be free of all the attention and camera flashes. its why you chose the outer banks in the first place, somewhere more tucked away to take a month away from the spotlight.

“why are you so surprised, look at her.” rafe states before standing up, tired of letting you dance alone as he joins you on the makeshift dance floor, his hands coming to your waist as you give him a dazzling smile.

-- two years later --

camera lights flash and shouts ring out, but rafe is used to it now.

he smiles and waves, shocked that anyone would care about him, a nobody from north carolina, his only claim to fame is being your boyfriend, for a little over two years now.

rafe walks inside, having enough of the screaming and crowds as he takes in the area, chairs set up along a runway, a large prada sign on the white wall. your prestige has only grown since rafe began to date you, despite coming back to the outer banks several times to take a break and visit him. since rafe began to travel with you, you’ve gone from paris to milan to new york to london, gracing the covers of magazines and walking runways.

he tries to attend every show, taking on a pseudo-management role himself. your favorite part is dressing rafe in the mornings, having received clothing from so many brands, both mens and womens fit. rafe lets you choose, knowing you have the eye for fashion, and he loves to see how happy you get when he wears your outfit.

rafe walks through the seats until he finds the one with his name on it, front row. he sits down, scrolling on his phone as people begin to file in until the room is packed full.

he waits as the show begins, models walking down the runway. they don’t shine to him, not like you do when you step out, your face blank in the typical model expression as you strut down the runway, dressed in all denim with a pair of chunky sunglasses on your nose.

rafe is in awe every time he sees you work, whether its watching your fluid poses during a photoshoot or your long legs stomping down a runway.

he waits with bated breath for your second outfit, changing into a slouchy menswear-esque ensemble, only pulled in at your waist as the fabric swishes around your ankles.

he claps when everyone steps out for the final walk, but he doesn’t cheer for the designer, even if it is prada, as he makes eye contact with you, only ever a brief glance while you're walking the runway, knowing if you look for too long you will become entranced with his handsomeness.

rafe waits for you after the show along with some of the other family members or partners of the models, long after all the celebrities have gone, either to an afterparty or on to a different show.

“hey baby.” rafe smiles when you step out, hair still slicked up in a ponytail, face caked with makeup, but now in a pair of loose jeans and a plain white crop top.

“hi handsome.” you coo, pressing your lips against rafes. “did you like the show?” “i liked you in the show.” rafe says pointedly, making you blush. “are we going to the afterparty?” “nah.” you shake your head. “i have that carolina herrera show in the morning, and i want to spend some time with you.”

“i’ll never argue against spending alone time with you.” rafe says, slotting his arm around your waist as you exit the building, surprised when photographers are still waiting outside. you wave briefly before rushing towards the car, knowing the picture of you and rafe are bound to be spread all over instagram and pinterest before you even make it back to your hotel room.

--

“rafe, i’ve got a question.” you hum, stepping out onto the balcony, eyes looking to the ocean. you’re on a paid for vacation by a makeup brand, simply wanting a couple instagram story posts using their products in a get ready with me. you are supposed to be relaxing the rest of the time, but you crept onto your phone to read the latest email from your agent.

“what is it babe?” rafe asks as he pulls you down onto his lap, scantily dressed in only his swimsuit, not that you have worn much other than a bikini this whole trip.

“what would you think about me doing a lingerie photoshoot?” you haven’t accepted any jobs that would call for you to show off a lot of skin or be paired with a male model since you started dating rafe, lucky to be in a place to reject jobs.

“who is it for?” rafe asks.

“calvin klein. i wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t them.” you admit. you find their style of black and white classic photos far more tasteful than traditional lingerie pictures.

“as long as i can be there during the shoot.” rafe says. he’s taken the role of your advocate and protector during photoshoots, easily able to read your face and speak up for you if needed, considering sometimes the models voice gets drowned out.

“of course.” you nod. 

“then absolutely.” rafe pulls you in closer to his body. “i need a new lockscreen anyways.”

you roll your eyes but can’t help the laugh that bursts out of you as you turn towards the ocean, watching the waves roll onto the sand.

--

you step out behind the curtain, a tight fitting sports bra contrasting the loose jeans, slung open and zipper undone to show off your underwear as well as the calvin klein jeans.

you look over to rafe, who has his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as his eyes skate down your bare torso.

you most over to the white backdrop as the photographer begins to test the lighting, taking occasional snaps as things are adjusted.

the photoshoot is run just like any other and you’re finished faster than expected considering they’re solo shots and no change in location or background.

you keep the underwear and jeans on, simply throwing on a sweatshirt before getting into the taxi home with rafe, this time to your new york city apartment, having collected various homes and apartments around the world, depending on wherever you were doing business at the time. you consider the outer banks home though, returning every extended break with rafe.

“did you like the shoot?” you ask when you get home, rafe laying on bed while you tug the sweatshirt and jeans off, leaving you in just the calvin klein bra and panties.

“get over here.” rafe says, not caring about your question. he’s been desperate for you since you appeared from behind the curtain, not even trying to hide it as he watched the photoshoot, your eyes occasionally moving to him, giving him reassurance you were still good.

rafe makes you keep the underwear on, simply pulling it to the side once he’s got your back against the mattress to slide his cock deep inside of you. you push the sports bra up to let your breasts free, rafes palm instantly coming to cover your tit as he thrusts into you.

“i think you should do more shoots like that.” rafe says with a moan, cock pulsing inside of you.

--

“its nice to be back home.” you sigh, quickly applying some makeup, mostly just mascara and a glowy primer. 

“agreed.” rafe kisses your shoulder, watching over your shoulder as you finish and then adjust your white dress, having decided to take a couple pictures on the beach for you to post as well as just enjoy a walk on the sand.

“alright, i’m ready.” you hum as you slip on your sandals. you lace your fingers with rafes before stepping out the back door. “you look handsome by the way.”

the suns golden light illuminates his skin. his outfit is simple, closer to what he wore before the fame. a simple white button down, loose fitting and you are sure would look delicious unbuttoned, showing off his muscles.

“thank you baby.” rafe presses a kiss to your cheek, leading you down the beach until you come across a picnic set up. you glance around before realizing its for you.

“oh my god, its just like our first date!” you gush, stepping away from rafe to look at the spread.

“before we eat, i have a question to ask you.” you turn around to realize that rafe is on one knee, a velvet jewelry box in his hand.

“oh, rafe.” you press your hand to your mouth, tears already coming to your eyes as he opens the box, revealing a sparkling diamond ring. “will you marry me?”

--

“how am i supposed to look good next to a literal model?” rafe asks as he looks towards the camera, looking almost nervous for once in his life.

“we’ve taken pictures together before rafe.” you roll your eyes, adjusting your wedding dress. it’s actually four weeks after your wedding, but you wanted to get professional photos done with your new husband and asked one of your photographer friends who was more than willing to let you into their studio if they could post some of the photos on their instagram and website.

“mirror selfies and shit, this is more serious.” rafe says as you tug him over to the backdrop.

“you look so handsome, babe. don’t worry.” you smooth your hands over his shoulders. “just think back to our wedding day, we took so many pictures then.”

“i was too distracted by how excited i was to marry you.” rafe says, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder, the oscar de larenta dress you ended up deciding on being off the shoulder. it was a simple dress, but the closer you got you realized how intricate the lace detail is. “you look just like you did on our wedding day though, baby. the makeup artists did a great job.”

“just tanner.” you joke, having gone on your honeymoon already.

you look as the photographer begins to set up their lens, before you turn to whisper to rafe. “you can’t tell?” you question, pressing your hand to your stomach. you know there’s no way you’d already begin to show, considering your baby is no bigger than a seed, but that doesn’t stop you from getting worried about your pregnancy being discovered early.

“not at all.” rafe shakes his head, but can’t hide the smirk that comes to his face, knowing your tummy will soon swell with his child, having made sure of it many times on the honeymoon.

--

“i was thinking about how we could announce the baby.” you tell rafe as you pad into the kitchen. he’s still making the decaf coffee you were absolutely craving, more syrup and milk than coffee.

“how?” he hums, glancing over at you as you lean against the counter, rubbing your stomach, bump now obvious as you’re over 6 months along. you have managed to keep it a secret so far, saying you were taking a break from modeling to focus on your new marriage. there is of course a lot of speculation that you are pregnant, but it is to be expected.

“calvin klein shoot. like before, except i’ve got a big ol’ bump.” you laugh as rafe finishes you coffee off with some whip cream before sliding the mug to you. “and you can be in it too.”

rafe rolls his eyes as you giggle. “come on! the girls love you, you’re so handsome.”

“i’m not a model.” rafe argues back, but he already knows he’s going to agree, he’d do anything for you, his pregnant wife.

“yeah, but you’re hot like a model.” you shrug, taking a sip of coffee.

“i think this is just an excuse to get me shirtless and in underwear.” rafe laughs, pressing a kiss to your upper lip, cleaning off the whip cream that sat on your cupids bow.

“yeah, and what about it?”

--

“you know theres some hormone to make women forget the pain of birth?” you hum to rafe, keeping your voice soft. “because if you remembered then no one would never do it again.”

“really?” rafe whispers, his voice also hushed as to not wake the sleeping newborn cuddled up in his arms, wrapped in a soft hospital banket.

“yeah.” you nod. “but i don’t wanna forget a moment of this.”

“im sure you wont baby.” rafe kisses your head as your tiny daughter squirms in his arms, letting out a yawn in her slumber. “i suppose i need to use a different name for you now that we’ve got an actual baby.”

you giggle, resting your head against rafes shoulder as you look down on your perfect little girl, already an adorable mixture of you and rafe.

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[thefoxandthepenguine]

Lost star (Pt. 1)

Wanda Maximoff x Guitarist!Fem!Reader

Summary: AU. You never had the courage or opportunity to tell Wanda you were the masked YouTuber she admired since high school when you met her in college. What will happen when you meet her again years later, as the teacher of her twins?

Warnings: Slow burn, fluff (for now?), angst

Word count: 2.4k

a/n: Well, well, well- guess who's back? I know I've been gone for so so long and most of you probably already forgot me :'( But I've had this idea for a very long time and couldn't resist the temptation and urge to put it down in words. I hope y'all enjoy this story and please tell me what you think about this by commenting, reblogging or leaving me an ask. Good reading :)

(GIF found online. I don’t own this gif.)

Part 1

“Romanoff! You left your panties in my room. Again!”

With a playful sigh, you swung open the door and tossed the red lace panties toward the redhead, who turned at the sound of your voice. The panties landed on her face, and you huffed with mock irritation.

“And don’t you ever dare to steal my under-”

Suddenly, you faltered, swallowing your words as the person in front of you pulled the panties away, revealing herself to you.

Holy shit.

You cursed yourself for acting so impulsively. 

This person, whoever she was, was most definitely not Natasha Romanoff.

“I-” the girl shifted her gaze between the panties pinched in her fingers and you, her brows furrowed in confusion as she spoke. “Uh- wrong person?”

What on earth were you thinking Y/N? Throwing panties on a stranger’s face?

“Oh gosh,” you gasped, too shocked to stop yourself from rambling. “I’m so sorry- I shouldn’t have- I didn’t know- I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to. I- I thought you were Nat 'cause she told me she’d be in her room and her roommate wouldn’t be around. I really am so-”

Much to your surprise, the girl giggled softly before dropping Natasha’s panties into her laundry basket. “Relax. No need to keep apologizing,” she said, seeming to be amused by your flustered state. “By the way, I’m Wanda. Natasha’s roommate.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, calming down enough to take in the person standing across from you. That’s when you breath hitched—

She was stunning. 

You were captivated by the vivid shade of emerald in her eyes, so vibrant and expressive under the sunlight streaming through the window. Her hair, not as light as Natasha’s now that you took a closer look, cascaded over her shoulders in soft waves, perfectly framing her face.

“And you are?”

Wanda’s voice brought you back, and you noticed her head tilted slightly, curiosity in her eyes.

Oh no.

You curse yourself again under your breath. 

“Y/N. I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I’m an old friend of Natasha.”

“Did you come here to find Nat?” Wanda asked, sitting on her bed. You hesitated for a brief second where you should sit, and finally decided to settle on the edge of Natasha’s bed, sitting across the room from Wanda.

You were not sure if she wanted you to sit near her after what just happened.

“Yeah…we’re planning to have dinner together,” you nodded, offering a small smile.

“Something’s up with their project, so Nat went to the library with her group mates,” Wanda explained, crossing her legs as she shifted to find a more comfortable position on her bed. “But I think she’ll be back soon.”

“Oh,” you said as you rose from the bed and gestured towards the door. “I can wait for her out-”

“It's okay! You can stay here,” Wanda interjected quickly, waving her hand reassuringly.

“You sure?” you asked, pausing with one foot still on the floor, a hesitant expression on your face.

“Mm-hmm.” 

You nodded, smiled appreciatively, and returned to your spot on the bed.

Silence soon settled in. Occasionally, you and Wanda would meet each other's gaze in the air, but only to look away the next moment. This awkward tension lingered for a minute or two until you began to fidget with the sheets self-consciously, feeling the discomfort of the silence. You scanned the room desperately for something, anything, to spark a conversation, hoping to ease the tension between you two.

Then, something leaning against the wall caught your eye.

“You play guitar?” you asked, nodding towards the instrument in the corner of Wanda's side of the room.

“Oh, that!” Wanda followed your gaze and waved her hand dismissively. “I wish I knew how to play. I’m just learning.”

“That’s cool!” you said, genuinely intrigued now. “Any songs you’re working on?”

“Yeah, ‘How deep is your love’!” Wanda exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with excitement as she mentioned the song.

“Great choice! It’s a classic,” you replied with a grin, feeling an unexpected surge of happiness at discovering your shared love for the same song. 

“Argh but I’m terrible at it,” Wanda huffed in frustration, her nose scrunching slightly as she likely recalled her practice sessions. “I can never get the barre chord right.”

“Do you have a teacher, or are you learning online?” you asked, leaning forward unconsciously as the conversation carried on.

“Oh, I’m learning online. Come here, let me show you!” She patted the space next to her on the bed, inviting you to sit beside her. As you made your way across the room, Wanda shifted onto her knees and crawled across the bed to reach for her laptop on the nightstand.

Her eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as she opened a webpage and positioned the screen between the two of you. "I’ve been following this tutorial guide by a YouTuber. Have you ever watched her videos? You have to check her out if you haven’t. She’s such an amazing guitarist!"

You almost choked in surprise the moment you recognized your own video playing. It showed a person playing the guitar and singing "How Deep Is Your Love," with tabs and chords displayed at the bottom. You could not see her face as the highest part visible was her chin.

But you knew damn right who this girl was in the video.

This was literally your channel.

"I- you like this YouTuber?" you asked, struggling to suppress an amused smile as you turned to face Wanda. Your heart raced, a mixture of pride and disbelief swelling inside you.

“Like? I’m her biggest fan! She’s amazing!” Wanda exclaimed, her enthusiasm bubbling over. “I’ve been following her for years! She posts tons of guitar covers, and every time she includes tutorials with free tabs. Do you know how hard it is to find good free tabs online?”

Of course you knew how difficult it was. That was why you started posting the tabs for free on your channel after listening to songs and music you liked.

Wanda carried on, her excitement contagious. And you were surprised to find that she was so talkative when talking about-

You.

“And you know what? She has the best taste in music! It’s like she always posts songs that I love! But it’s such a pity she never shows her face in the videos. I wish I could see what she looks like!” Wanda pouted at the thought of the face reveal but still looked radiant this whole time.

You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks as Wanda continued to shower compliments on you, unaware that you were the person she had been talking about this whole time. 

You had never met any of your followers, or fans, in real life. Few people knew you were the one running this channel, except for your family and a few close friends. Yes, you had started the channel for a few years and you had had a decent number of followers that you were happy with. But hell, you had never imagined you would one day meet someone who claimed to be your fan. 

You got a fan?

You still couldn’t believe it.

Should you tell her?

She seemed to be a big fan of yours and really loved your music. That would make her happy, right? Knowing the YouTuber that she loved was sitting right next to her.

But then you hesitated, unsure if you should reveal that the person who had just tossed panties onto her face was the same person she had admired so much for so long.

What if you ruined her imagination of this great guitarist?

That’s also why you chose not to reveal your face in the first place. You wanted people to listen to your music, not judged it based on how you looked or who you were.

Or- if you were being honest-

You were afraid they wouldn’t like your music as much if they figured out who you really were.

The real you.

Just when you were struggling with your options, you heard the door fling open and a familiar voice reached your ears. “God, Wanda, I can’t believe I forgot my USB in-”

The three of you froze, exchanging glances.

“Y/N! You’re here!” Natasha seemed a bit surprised to see you sitting side by side with Wanda.

You rolled your eyes. Based on how well you knew Natasha, you were pretty sure she had forgotten your dinner plan. “We have dinner plans tonight.”

“Oh right! I’m sorry, dear, I forgot. Let me fix my project first and I’ll be right back.” Natasha mumbled something about her project as she rummaged through her table for the USB.

USB in hand, Natasha turned around with a smirk, her eyes twinkling with mischief. She leaned slightly against the table, crossing one arm over her chest while holding the USB up with the other. “Wanda, already forcing Y/N to watch your favorite YouTube channel?” she asked, her gaze shifting between the two of you with keen interest.

Wanda's cheeks turned a light shade of pink as she looked up at Natasha, her expression a mix of mild embarrassment and amusement. “Not forcing! I’m just introducing her to it!” she said, a small smile playing on her lips as she glanced over at you, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of her laptop.

“Hmm,” Natasha raised an eyebrow and shrugged before continuing, “You know, it’s nice you two finally met. I’ve been dying to introduce you to each other for so long!” Natasha said as she walked towards the door, the smirk still firmly in place. “Y/N, have you told Wanda already?”

“Tell me what?” Wanda snapped her head and looked at you curiously.

“Uh- I-” you stuttered, feeling the heat creeping up to your face again. Your mind raced, trying to make the right decision, but the intensity of Wanda’s gaze made it difficult to think straight.

“No way! You haven’t told her yet? Y/N is-”

You glared at Natasha, silently pleading with her to stop. She paused halfway through her sentence, throwing you a confused look before changing what she was going to spill. “- an excellent guitar player. She plays exactly as good as that YouTuber you like.”

Well, even if Wanda had to know, you should be the one telling her directly, not from any other’s mouth.

Natasha winked with a smug expression at you before you turned around to see Wanda’s eyes widen in shock, her mouth falling open slightly. “Seriously?”

“She’s just exaggerating,” you tried to downplay it, your hands fluttering nervously.

Wanda gasped, a mix of surprise and admiration in her voice. “Whoa that’s so cool! Can you actually play that song?”

“Yeah,” you admitted with a sheepish grin, scratching the back of your neck.

“Oh my God!” Wanda rolled off her bed to grab the guitar and handed it to you. “I know it’s a lot to ask, but could you play it for me? I really love that song.”

“Well-” you hesitated, feeling a bit embarrassed as all eyes were on you.

“Please?” Wanda added, her eyes wide and hopeful.

How could you say “no” to those puppy dog eyes silently begging you? Your heart melted at her earnest expression.

“Uh- sure,” you agreed, taking the guitar from her. 

You didn’t miss her genuine grin as you shifted to face her on the bed, holding the guitar on your lap. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, and she leaned forward slightly, her entire demeanor radiating excitement. The way she looked at you, full of eager curiosity, made your heart race even faster.

Though you felt a bit flustered playing in front of someone at such close proximity, the weight of the guitar in your hands was familiar and comforting. As you strummed the strings, the music notes seemed to soothe your nerves.

It all felt natural to you.

“Whoa-” Wanda exclaimed, momentarily speechless as you played the final note. When she lifted her gaze from your hands to meet your eyes, you could tell something had changed in the way she looked at you. “I can’t believe this! You play exactly like her after watching the video just once.”

“Thank you,” you chuckled sheepishly.

Well after all, you wrote that arrangement.

It was then you looked around the room and noticed Natasha was long gone. Only you and Wanda were left alone.

“That was- whoa!” Wanda mumbled, looking down at her hands on her lap. “I wish I could play like you. But my hand…I think I could never figure out the barre chord.”

“Your hand actually seems pretty big, maybe bigger than mine,” you said, opening your palm and glancing at it. When you looked up, you saw Wanda holding her hand up towards you, and you instinctively placed your hand against hers. “See? Yours is bigger than mine. You can definitely do this.”

“You think?” Wanda asked, her voice tinged with doubt as she glanced at her hand.

“Do you want to give it a try? Maybe I can help,” you suggested, adjusting the guitar on your lap and offering it to her.

“Is that okay?” Wanda’s fingers hovered uncertainly over the strings.

“Of course!” you replied with a reassuring smile.

You handed the guitar back to Wanda and watched as she placed her fingers on the neck, trying to play the B minor chord. She got the notes right, but the sound came out a bit muffled and unclear, with a faint buzz.

“Urgh!” Wanda groaned, her brows knitting together. “See? I can never get it right.”

“Alright, let’s see-” you said, moving closer to her and pointing at her fingers. “Do you mind if I adjust your fingers a bit?”

“Go ahead.” Wanda nodded eagerly.

“You need to move your index finger closer to the fret, like this. And maybe turn it slightly so your bone presses on the neck,” you explained, gently adjusting her finger. “Then bend your middle and ring fingers a bit more so they don’t touch the strings below.”

You checked her fingers one last time, making sure they were in the right position. “There you go. Try it again.” You nodded encouragingly at Wanda.

When her right hand strummed the strings, the chord rang out with a clean, crisp sound. You immediately smiled. “See? You’ve got this!”

Wanda’s eyes widened with disbelief, and she gasped slightly. “I did it! I can play the chord! Thank you so much!”

“No problem,” you grinned, feeling the earlier awkwardness dissolve.

[k1ngpin42]

Abby being insecure about how needy she is ;)

Warnings: Not proof read at all 😭 I wrote this while sick at like 3am so sorry for this monstrosity. Pretty intense sexual references, some fluff if you can call it that. 

“We shouldn’t be doing this…” Abby breathes out apologetically, bringing one of her large hands to the soft flesh on your face. You cock your head, smiling at her softly. Your wide eyes bring a smile of her own to Abby’s face as she makes the comparison to a deer in headlights in her mind. 

“I just…” Abby explains, letting out a deep breath. “Don’t want you to feel like I’m taking advantage of you. I mean I- feel like I’m taking advantage of you.” You were stunned by her words. In fact, you were stunned by the whole situation. Abby; without her cocky fucking facade about her, the fact Abby would think she’s taking advantage of you. 

You had wanted this from the start, so if in any plane of reality she was somehow taking advantage of you, you’d let her, 100 times over.

“What are you talking about? You know I love our sex…”

“I’m objectifying you.” Abby tries, and you let out a laugh in disbelief. 

“What are you talking about?”

“I’ve tried not to think about it, but I can’t. It makes me feel so selfish I can barely say it.”

“Say what, Abby? I’m so confused-“

“I want to have sex with you. Every minute of every day. I think about you when you’re on assignments, I dream about you when you’re sleeping elsewhere, I want to fuck you senseless in front of everyone I- Jesus what am I saying? What am I doing, even? But it’s true I just…whether you’re wearing tight jeans, short skirts, long dresses, even a fucking hoodie I want to tear it off and do so many things to you. Maybe…maybe we should break up, this shouldn’t be normal, it isn’t-“ You stop her by planting a soft kiss on her lips. 

Abbys gaze softened and her shoulders slouch back into place.

“Just calm down Abby….I love our sex. Fucking love it.”

“But-“ You shake your head, quickly preventing  her doubts from festering.

“Love…we’re in a relationship….if you didn’t feel passionate for me there wouldn’t be much of one, would there? Now just look at the place around us. This place was once used for actual football…by people who lived in a world with an abundance of simple pleasures. We live in a world where pleasure is so much rarer, it’s no surprise that you revel in what we have…what you can give me….especially since you’re a soldier. Always so…tense.” She listens to your explanation intently and nods, hesitantly. 

“I still feel…you know….” You look at her with a comforting smile, but it was still clear to her you weren’t a mind reader.

“I know that I love being around you…hugging you…kissing you…I could probably survive without the sex but I still feel like I’m using you somehow…I mean we’ve…” she clears her throat, now wondering why the word ‘sex' suddenly felt like poison in her throat.

“Had sex at least twice a day every day that we’ve been together. I mean that one Saturday I-“ She pauses and you both blush remembering it.

“You were still limping by Monday….” She concludes. You can’t help but laugh at her babbling. 

“Abigail Anderson…this is emotional stuff, you know you should write this down…ooh maybe you can try poetry?” She shuts the idea down with a playful hit to your shoulder. 

“Ow.” You laugh. Your smile fades a little and you close the gap between you guys, leaning into her ear. 

“You think you’re the only one who craves it every day? I know you don’t want to hurt me but when you’re rough holy fuck….the marks you leave on my body…it’s stupid and embarrassing but I get off to them….” Her eyes widen.

“What? You never said-“

“Well because I thought it was toxic at the time-“

“Hey you said this stuff was normal!”

“It is!” You exclaim back, playfully. You both laugh and you kiss her deeply. She leans back onto her bed and you fall onto her lap, kissing her fully again.

“Hm, so what other shit do you want to tell me, then?” She asked, playing with your hair. You just smirk at her.

“To be honest…I think I’ve had enough talking for one afternoon wouldn’t you agree my little sex addict?” She rolls her eyes.

“You’re so annoying.” Abby replies, unbuckling her belt. 

[satorkive]

A MORTAL AND A GOD 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ SATORU

gojo satoru, the strongest and the most attractive man who graced this earth, thinks you’re the most beautiful girl he has ever seen.

and that’s objectively true.

when the ivory-haired boy first met your breathtaking face, he was stunned.

he was cracking a joke with suguru when you stepped inside the classroom.

and wow. you managed to make their breaths away by just existing.

he even heard suguru muttering ‘holy shit’ before he immediately closed his mouth. even yaga-sensei stared at you (not in a creepy way, no). he seemed in awe.

your teacher cleared his throat and gestured for you to introduce yourself.

your steps were light and graceful, like a ballerina dancing on a platform. your skirt bounced around your legs and it made you look like a girl getting ready for a dance.

you waved your hand and gave them a smile that could even save them from having expensive electricity bills.

“hi! i’m [name]! nice to meet you!” your mellifluous voice rang around the room and suguru couldn’t help but cursed again.

“holy fuck.”

“geto.” yaga’s deep, thunderous voice made the student’s face cold.

your giggles feel like a twinkling bells during christmas that satoru didn’t speak for the whole day.

that’s how impressive your presence affected him.

since then, he has found himself wanting your attention. he wants those pretty, pretty eyes of yours to always bathe him with attention.

his nickname for you was bambi.

you are like a deer—wide, expressive eyes surrounded by long lashes; nose that scrunches up cutely when he does something silly; lips that always seems to be pouting and begging to be kissed; and those freckles. god, those beautiful freckles that look like constellations and can probably map the universe if someone wants to.

he would gladly smooch that lips if only suguru and shoko stopped being hindrances!

suguru, the traitor, seems to be in competition with satoru. his upturned eyes crinkle at the sight of your beaming face whenever you talk about clouds, flowers, and nature with him. he also can’t take his eyes off you. you are like the sun—beckoning everyone to have a light of yourself. you are the only thing that put a smile on other people’s faces. you bless them with your unending kindness, stunning grace, and a heart of gold. if heaven is a sight, you surely are it.

shoko, the betrayer, wants to hog all your divine attentiveness. being the sole student in medicine, she finds herself being enamored at you when you asks her questions regarding her technique. how does it work? how sure are you it will work? can anyone do it? can i see you do it?

when she sees how celestial your presence emits around her, she now understands why suguru can’t stop staring at you and why satoru can’t stop rambling about you.

satoru. oh, satoru.

poor satoru who can’t still figure out why your lips smile brighter when you see him. he can’t still figure out why your steps are full of pep. he can’t figure out why you almost do a pirouette when you turn back to look at him. he can’t figure out why your cheeks seem to have a color on it.

poor, dense satoru.

all he wants to do is to be yours forever and ever; because no woman will ever be it for him as he is yours and you are his and he knows—he knows in his life that if a devil ever lays his eyes on you, he will bend on his knees and repent because—

you made a god like him leave the heavens and on bended knees; crawling to you and kissing your feet like a devoted prayer.

[vaaaaaiolet]

Left to his own devices during an international flight, Leon reflects on the most recent failure in his life: screwing over his airport crush. Said crush might also happen to be seated a couple rows ahead.

f / m, fluff, romance, you know the drill, bitches. leon is stupid and clumsy and crushing on you like crazy!! roman holiday mentioned bc i love gregory peck

word count: 957 // read on ao3

a/n: for my beautiful beautiful mutuals @idyllcy + @kennedysbaby <3 make sure to buckle up when you fly!! and don't take your shoes off on planes that's gross dudes

On long international flights, you’ve got three options to pass the time:

stuff your face.

watch outdated blockbusters.

sleep like the dead.

Leon, however, picks option D) relive the most embarrassing moments of his life while trying not to throw himself out of the nearest emergency exit. He’s such an efficient decision maker that he’s whittled his selection down to the most recent of these moments – exactly three hours ago.

Three hours ago at the Seattle-Tacoma International Airport, Leon was the biggest jackass to the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. 

She’d been sitting pretty, smiling down at her phone like some sort of angel sent from the sky in the early morning rays, and Leon was half-awake, running late as always. Eyes shutting by themselves. Shitty airport coffee bombarding his taste buds. Five o’clock in the morning is the worst time to have Hunnigan yelling in his earpiece. 

If Leon had decided to sit anywhere other than the closest spot, right behind that pretty girl, his brain wouldn’t have been torturing him for the past three hours. He groans at the memory, waving a hand dismissively at the flight attendant offering him an extra blanket. 

Leon doesn’t deserve warm blankets right now. The Antarctic should freeze him over and karma should shut down his in-flight entertainment screen. He cranes his neck to find the back of the girl’s head for the the millionth time, and there she is, sandwiched between two burly strangers, beautiful head left pillowless because Leon stole that too along with her window seat. 

How? 

In Leon’s half-asleep daze, he’d taken a nice big stretch, reaching his arms skyward to smooth out last mission’s leftover muscle pulls. And in that same daze, he’d conveniently forgotten about the lukewarm cup of coffee he was still holding. 

Newton is to apple as Kennedy is to coffee; he’d spilled every last drop down the back of the girl’s neck. Saturated her travel pillow right through. Her yelp had woken him up faster than any coffee in his life, and he’d whipped his head around to meet a pair of stunning eyes, wide open in shock that was entirely his fault.

And he didn’t even apologize! 

No, what Leon did was stare at her like a blithering idiot. 

Her boarding pass had happened to be tucked in her back pocket and coffee had spilled all over that too. It was made of some sort of eco-friendly paper, the kind that promises to disintegrate within seconds of contact with water to not choke the turtles or whatever, and that’s exactly what it did. Going, going, gone in front of his eyes. And to top it all off, Leon’s boarding group got called at that exact minute, and he’d left the poor girl to sort out her seat without so much as offering to help.

“Sir?” the flight attendant repeats.

Leon blinks, busy swimming in guilty reverie. “I said don’t need a blanket.” 

“No sir, I’m actually coming here with a seat change request,” she says, louder this time. “Would you mind someone taking the empty spot next to you?”

Well, it’s not like he needs the aisle seat for his feet or something. 

“Yeah, sure thing.”

And he closes his eyes to return to his pity party, hears shuffling in the dimly-lit cabin as the seat next to him dips, and you know what? It is kind of cold. He could use that extra blanket. Leon cracks open an eye and holy fucking shit the pretty girl is sitting right next to him.

“It’s you,” he stammers, sitting ramrod straight. “I am so incredibly sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to run off like that at all.”

She faces him. Recognizes him. “O-Oh, it’s okay, don’t worry about it. I still made the flight, right?” 

He shakes his head. “You got stuck in late boarding. You got a bad seat because of me and- god, your pillow. I’ll buy you another one the moment we land, okay?” 

But the pretty girl, you, you just laugh. “Really, it’s alright. It was a ratty old thing.”

“Then let me buy you a coffee,” Leon insists, searching for some kind of way to make up for his blunder, “it’ll be morning when we land and you couldn’t have gotten any sleep stuck between those guys in your old seat.” 

Way to go. He’s just confessed to staring at you the whole flight like some kind of stalker. 

“I’m more of a tea person, but you know what? I’ll take the offer.” 

Tea. He likes tea. Leon breathes a sigh of relief as you settle in, buckling your belt and digging around for the in-flight entertainment remote. He hands it to you from under your seat, brushing his shoulder against your knee and suddenly feeling a lot less cold as heat floods his face.

You smile when he surfaces. “Found anything good to watch?”

“Mm, not much. Hope you like Roman Holiday,” Leon adds softly, “it’s the only movie with subtitles.”

“Can’t say I don’t. It’s one of my favorites.” 

He’s going woozy. Is it the cabin pressure? Audrey Hepburn flashes across the screen in black and white, but he’s finding her beauty a lot less blinding than yours. You’re tilting your head at him, shit, is he staring again?

“Thank you, uh, gosh,” you chuckle, “I never caught your name.”

Phew.

“Leon,” he supplies with a grin. “And you are?”

You’re a liar, is what you are. A beautiful liar because he’s right – you haven’t gotten a wink of sleep since he ruined your pillow. Your head drops onto his shoulder not ten minutes into Roman Holiday, and Leon could swear Audrey winks at him before she drifts off to sleep too.

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[avaf00rd]

what about a cute leah fic where r (her gf) gets her hair done.. like dyed or something and leah is OBSESSED like shows her off to everyone, in looooove with her, extra kisses and even an insta story to show her girl off too

Back to your roots

Leah Williamson x reader

Leah

Im right where i dropped you x

You smiled at her message as you still sat in your chair at the salon, your girlfriend 20 minutes early.

“Reckon she’ll like?” Your well known hairdresser asked you

“Without a doubt”

Once you left, your rounded the corner of the building to find your girlfriend leaning against the side of the car, phone in her hand “you could have come in you know?” Her head shot up at your voice, catching her attention as you made your way towards her

Her mouth was just left open, stunned

You naturally had dark brown hair. Ever since you’ve known Leah and basically all of your teammates, you’ve dyed it blonde or a super light brown, very few times, which was still basically blonde. Your friends and Leah had always mentioned when they saw old photos of you that you should dye it back, so without telling your girlfriend, you had done it.

“Your old colour?” Leah asked excitedly as she pulled you close to her. Your hair length now matching Leah’s shorter hair

“Yeah do you like it” you spun around so she could see the full thing. Her face beaming brighter

“I love it you look so beautiful, stunning, natural and just ah-“ Leah said before cutting her own words off by kissing you

“I’m glad you do” you said against her lips

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She smiled

“I don’t know I didn’t want to tell anyone. Felt right” you shrugged

“You look beautiful” she said, running her hands through your hair again. You both got into the car before Leah drove you both back to your shared flat. “All styled beautifully for tonight as well” she said looking at you now that you reached a red light

“Won’t make us late by spending an hour in the bathroom” you laughed

“If our house burns down one night and it’s because of that damn hair iron, I’ll be sure happy because it’ll be dead” Leah said making you laugh “hey now we are officially a blonde and brunette duo”

“Yeah you’re right” you said before pulling out your phone camera out to play with your hair and get another look for yourself “brunette me may be staying for a while actually, I love it”

“That makes me happy” Your girlfriend said before kissing the knuckles of the hand she held from her seat.

Only a few hours later you were out for dinner with some of your Arsenal teammates to celebrate Steph’s birthday, all eyes on you and jaws dropped when you and Leah walked in late

“Holy shit y/n!” They all said at the same time. Making you throw your head back with laughter, Leah’s hand on your lower back guiding you to the table

“Back to your roots!”

“Your look beautiful”

“It’s even more beautiful than I could have imagined!”

“Wow”

“You suit it so well!”

Were just some of the comments you received from the girls. As someone who was blonde for your whole friendship with these people, it was a totally different look for you.

When you handed Steph her present and gave her a massive hug she went to do the same with Leah, “why didn’t you give brunette a go?” Steph asked your girlfriend

“Never thought it would suit me. Having second thoughts now though after seeing how beautiful this one is” Leah said to the group, eyes stuck on your’s though

“Aww” Beth yelled from her end of the table, being stuck as the chatterbox at the very far end.

“Come sit down!” Steph exclaimed before you and Leah sat down at the last two vacant seats.

Later, when you were mid conversation about Taylor Swift concerts you had been to with Viv who was across from you, Leah’s hands threaded through your shirt brown locks as she watched you talk about something with your hands still so passionately.

When your conversation had died down you turned to your girlfriend, her hands still in your hair, “you like huh?” You smiled, taking a sip of your Prosecco.

“Oh I loooove” Leah dragged out, throwing her head back with admiration.

“And I loooove you” you said pecking her cheek, Leah deciding that wasn’t enough as she set her glass down a pulled your chin so your lips met hers for a quick moment.

“I’m a big fan, can I get a photo?” Leah asked, pretending to be a fan, pulling her phone out of her hand bag

“Of course you can!” You laughed

“Okay big smiles” she said before you rested your chin on your fist and shot her smile while she took the photo, scrunching your nose up in laughter in the last few as Leah squeezed your thigh a few times, knowing you how ticklish you were.

“Cute” Leah mumbled whilst you both looked at the photos “and pretty” she kissed your cheek once more,

“Very hot I would actually say!” Katie yelled from across the table, the Irish girl way too loud for the small Italian restaurant

You had a joke that you and Katie were in a relationship sometimes, just to piss off Leah and Caitlin

“Thanks baby” you said back, reaching for her hand across the table

Leah and Caitlin just rolling their eyes at both of your antics.

“Can I put that on my close friends?” Leah asked you, motioning to the picture

“Yeah of course” you smiled at her warmly.

Two days later and the public hadn’t really seen your new hair, besides some people on twitter claiming they saw you and Leah out on a walk together. All Before Arsenal posted their most recent training photos

(You’re Lia)

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arsenal wfc

back to work in order for the weekend❤️

@leahwilliamson 🤌🏼

@bethmead 🤎💇🏽‍♀️ @y/n

@y/n hair hard launch

@arsenalfam Y/N IS BRUNETTE WHAT DID I MISS

@leahupdatesx SHE LOOKS SO GOOD

@arsen_lfan JUST WHEN WE THOUGHT DHE COULDNT GET PRETTIER

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Wrote this in under an hour so don’t expect much. I hope to get my other fics out soon. But I’m still in London so it’s hard to find time. Ly x PS KEEP UP REQUESTS

[fullsunstrawberry]

a little crush

synopsis: being friends with Intak is awesome and often you get invited to hang out during practice. However, the guys have noticed Jongseob's close relationship with you. His behavior around you seems different, but the catch is you only like older guys… 

genre: friends to lovers, angst, fluff ending

warnings: swearing and third person when reader isn't there

word count: 6.8k

[piwon masterlist]

a/n: trying out a new format,, let me know if you like it!! <3

"Intak, are you still inviting your friend to practice?" Theo asked as the group entered the practice room.

"As long as Keeho is still fine with it!" All eyes turned toward Keeho, awaiting his response.

"Quit staring! Of course, she can come..." He dismissed their gazes with a wave. "But only if you all work hard, no slacking off," Keeho glanced at Soul, prompting a laugh and a shrug from him.

"I've already got the choreography down!" Soul defended.

"I've already texted her. She's on her way with food!" Intak cheered.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

The group eagerly got started, trying to get everything down before y/n arrived. Already knowing some of the members would get distracted.

Intak’s phone buzzed with a message, and he quickly checked it. “She’s here!” He announced, rushing to the door to greet her.

With a warm smile, you entered the practice room, carrying bags of takeout. The delicious smell filled the air, making everyone’s stomachs growl. Keeho couldn’t help but smirk knowing he was right, everyone was gonna be distracted.

Before everyone sat down to eat, you made sure to give everyone a small hug as a greeting. Jongseob quickly fixed his hair in the mirror before walking over to you with a smile on his face.

“You brought food again, y/n? You’re a lifesaver!” Jongseob exclaimed, his eyes shining with gratitude. You chuckled at his enthusiasm and started unpacking the bags. You started to hand out the food, making sure everyone had their favorite dishes before settling down yourself.

Before you could even choose where to sit, Jongseob already patted the spot next to him. You settled down next to Jongseob, smiling at him before opening your own takeout.

“You need to try this, It’s so good!” Jongseob held up his chopsticks to your face. Without a second thought, you opened your mouth and let him feed you.

“Holy shit, that’s amazing! Next time I need to get some”

“Here have some of mine,” Jongseob took his takeout out box and shoved some of his food onto yours. In protest you try to move your plate away but stopped because you didn’t want to spill anything, “You’re the one who needs to eat, You’re a growing boy!” You laughed, teasing him with a giggle.

Jongseob rolled his eyes, reaching for another piece of food to offer you. "You paid for it," he said with a grin. You both continued to share food, laughing and chatting animatedly with each other. The rest of the group watched in amusement, some exchanging knowing glances with each other.

You stood up and excused yourself, wanting something from the vending machine. Jongseob also stood up and called out he was going to.

Once you two were out of the practice room, everyone looked around silently. Until Theo broke it, “So does he like her or something?”

Keeho chuckled and shook his head, "Oh, definitely. Have you seen the way he looks at her? It's written all over his face."

Jiung leaned back in his chair, a small smile playing on his lips. "It's about time he made a move. They're perfect for each other."

Soul nodded in agreement, "I've never seen Jongseob act this way around anyone before. It's pretty obvious he's into her."

Keeho nudged intak, getting him to look up from his phone, “What about her, you think she likes him?”

Intak looked a little stunned, “Y/n and Jongseob?” He questioned “No, y/n’s not into younger guys”

Everyone groaned, “HEY! I’m just being honest, she probably sees him as a younger brother…” Intak defended himself.

The group continued their conversation, each member sharing their thoughts on Jongseob and your relationship. Despite Intak's insistence that you only saw Jongseob as a younger brother, Keeho couldn't help but notice the way you always laughed at Jongseob’s jokes, and how your eyes sparkled when you talked to him. It was obvious to him that there was something more between you two.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and you and Jongseob reentered the room, laughing about something only the two of you knew. The group quickly composed themselves, trying to act nonchalant. You resumed your seat next to Jongseob, who was still grinning from whatever joke he had shared with you.

As you settled back in, Jongseob leaned in slightly, his voice low as he spoke only to you. "Hey, y/n, do you maybe want to hang out after practice? Just the two of us?" He glanced nervously at the rest of the group, who were now doing a terrible job of pretending not to eavesdrop.

“Sure, there’s this new night café I want to check out.” You smiled already pulling up your phone to check the time they close. “I’ll pay, my treat!” You grinned, delusional about the fact he wanted this hangout to be different.

“No, I’m gonna pay this time” Jongseob shook his head.

“It’s no big deal, I’m paying!” You argued.

Jongseob chuckled, a fond look in his eyes as he gazed at you. He reached over and gently took your hand, causing a hush to fall over the room as the group watched in anticipation. "Y/n, let me treat you this time," he insisted with a soft smile. You hesitated for a moment before finally nodding, a warm feeling spreading through your chest at his gesture. The rest of the group exchanged excited glances, knowing that this hangout might just be the push their friend needed to take your relationship to the next level.

“Okay, that’s enough! Time to get back to practice.” Keeho shouted, trying to get everyone’s attention and causing Jongseob to jump slightly at the voice of another person.

You laugh and go to sit in the corner of the room, where you normally sit to watch everyone dance. You locked eyes with Jongseob’s and he gave you a smile before focusing on what Keeho was saying.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

“Okay, everyone take a little break. No longer than 5 minutes!” Keeho yelled, his voice already sounding tired.

You looked up from your phone and noticed Intak making his way towards you.

You smiled up at him as he started to sit down. “Am I in trouble? You don’t look so happy…”

Intak sighed, “Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something.” Intak hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. "It's about Jongseob," he finally blurted out.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What about him?" you asked, your heart rate picking up a notch.

Intak cleared his throat, looking somewhat uncomfortable. "I know you see him as a younger brother, but I've noticed something... between you two. And I think he might have feelings for you." He paused, gauging your reaction.

You felt a rush of emotions flood through you - surprise, uncertainty, and maybe even hope but you wouldn’t admit it. "Jongseob?" you repeated, trying to wrap your head around the idea.

Intak nodded solemnly. "Yeah. And I think you should consider how you feel about him too."

Before you could respond, the rest of the group began filtering back into the room, laughter, and chatter filling your ears but it all sounded like ringing.

Before you could even think you stood up and gathered your things. “Um, sorry guys but I need to go home…I’m really tired!”

As you gathered your things in a rush, the group exchanged puzzled looks, sensing the sudden shift in the atmosphere. Intak watched you with a mix of concern and guilt, wondering if he had overstepped by bringing up Jongseob's feelings. Just as you were about to leave, Jongseob caught up to you at the door, his expression a mix of worry and confusion.

"Y/N, is everything alright?" Jongseob asked softly, placing a hand on your arm to stop you from leaving.

You turned to face him, trying to school your features into a neutral expression despite the whirlwind of emotions inside you. "Yeah, I'm just really exhausted. I think I need to rest for a bit."

Jongseob studied your face intently as if searching for any hint of what was truly going on in your mind. "Do you want me to walk you home?" he offered hesitantly.

A small part of you wanted to accept his offer but you shook your head no and mustered a small smile. "It's okay, Jongseob. I'll be fine. Thank you, though," you replied softly, avoiding his gaze.

Jongseob's expression fell slightly at your refusal, but he nodded understandingly.

"Alright, just take care of yourself, y/n. And remember, if you ever need anything, I'm here for you," he said sincerely.

You gave him a grateful look before slipping out the door, the cool night air hitting your face as you made your way home. Thoughts of Jongseob and Intak's words swirled in your mind, leaving you feeling more conflicted than ever.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Back in the practice room, everyone turned towards Intak. “What just happened?” Jiung muttered shocked.

Intak cleared his throat, his expression full of guilt. "I think I might have upset her," he admitted slowly, his eyes darting between the group members. But not having the courage to look at Jongseob.

“What did you say?” Jongseob’s voice was serious, never daring to use such a harsh tone of voice when speaking to someone older. But he didn't care right now.

Intak hesitated, feeling the weight of Jongseob's gaze on him. "I... I just mentioned that I noticed something between her and you. That maybe you have feelings for her," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jongseob's eyes widened in shock, his mind racing with a mixture of emotions. He turned to look at Keeho, who gave him an encouraging nod. Taking a deep breath, Jongseob finally spoke up, his voice trembling slightly.

"I-I do have feelings for her. I just never knew how to tell her," he admitted, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

The group fell silent, processing this new revelation. Jiung was the first to break the silence, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Well, what are you waiting for? Go after her!" he urged Jongseob, nudging him playfully.

But instead of encouraging him, he felt defeated. “I’m guessing by her reaction it wasn't mutual…”

Keeho placed a reassuring hand on Jongseob's shoulder, offering him a supportive smile.

"You never know until you try, Jongseob. Maybe she just needs some time to process everything. Don't give up just yet."

Jongseob shook his head in disagreement, “No, I should have known she wouldn't feel the same way.”

Feeling dejected, Jongseob sank down onto one of the practice room's chairs, his shoulders slumping in defeat. His mind was a whirlwind of regret and self-blame, wishing he had never let his feelings for you surface. The rest of the group exchanged concerned glances, unsure of what to do or say to lift their friend's spirits. Jiung cleared his throat, breaking the heavy silence that hung in the air.

"You can't give up so easily, Jongseob. Sometimes things are more complicated than they seem," he offered softly, trying to offer some comfort. But Jongseob merely shook his head, his expression resigned.

"I've already caused enough trouble. I don't want to make things even more awkward between us," he mumbled, avoiding everyone's gaze.

A few moments of silence passed before Jongseob spoke again, “Can you guys just forget about it and leave me alone.” He huffed out putting his headphones on to escape the awkward atmosphere.

As Jongseob disappeared into his own world with his music, the rest of the group exchanged worried glances, unsure of how to proceed. Keeho let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"This is a mess," he muttered under his breath, feeling the weight of the tension in the room. Theo leaned back against the mirrored wall, crossing his arms thoughtfully.

"Maybe we should give them some space," he suggested, eyeing the door through which you had left earlier. Intak nodded in agreement, his expression still clouded with guilt over potentially causing this rift among friends.

"I'll talk to her later and try to clear things up," he promised, determination flickering in his eyes. With a shared understanding, the group dispersed quietly, each lost in their own thoughts and concerns for their friends. Outside in the cool night air, you walked slowly along the dimly lit streets, your mind a whirlwind of emotions and questions.

“Do you like jongseob…?”

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You decided to sleep it off, for a while week… Just staying in bed and thinking, ignoring everyone's messages unless it was about work. Everything reminded you about Jongseob, you missed him.

As the days passed by in a haze of self-imposed solitude, you couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that maybe, just maybe, there was something more between you and Jongseob. But the fear of risking your friendship held you back.

One evening, when the sun finally set, a soft knock on your door interrupted your thoughts. With a heavy heart, you dragged yourself out of bed to answer it.

To your surprise, it was Intak standing on your doorstep, looking sad yet determined.

"Can we talk?" he asked softly, his eyes full of regret.

You hesitated for a moment, uncertainty swirling in your mind. But seeing the sincerity in Intak's eyes, you nodded and stepped aside to let him in. Intak followed you into your living room, the air heavy.

"I wanted to apologize for what I said that day," Intak began, his voice laced with remorse. "I never meant to cause any trouble between you and Jongseob."

Taking a deep breath, you finally spoke up. "It's okay, Intak. You were just trying to help."

There was a moment of silence before Intak continued, his words careful and sincere. "I know Jongseob's feelings for you are real.“

"He's been a mess since that day, blaming himself for everything. I've never seen him like this before, y/n," Intak confessed, his eyes pleading for understanding. You felt a pang of guilt in your chest, realizing the impact of your silence on Jongseob. Taking a deep breath, you finally found the courage to speak up.

“I care about him too, I just don’t know if it’s romantic feelings,” you admitted quietly.

Intak listened attentively, his eyes reflecting concern. He reached out a comforting hand towards you, offering silent support. After a moment of silence, you continued your voice barely above a whisper.

"I've been avoiding the truth because I didn't want to ruin our friendship. But hearing him so upset... it breaks my heart," you confessed, your eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Intak nodded understandingly, his expression softening. "Do you want to try and see where things go," he said gently.

“How?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Go on a date with him, just hang out in a different light.” Intak’s suggestion lingered in the air.

After a moment of silence, you nodded slowly, a newfound determination settling in your heart.

“Okay, I’ll give it a try,” you replied, surprising even yourself with the resolve in your voice. Intak’s eyes lit up with relief and a hint of excitement as he stood up, ready to relay the message to Jongseob.

As he made his way to the door, a surge of nervousness washed over you. “Make sure to get all dressed up” Intak winked before you scoffed and closed the door on him.

You would never admit that you ran to your closet to find the perfect outfit.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ TEXT MESSAGE ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

intake: be at the dorm, tomorrow at 6 😉😙

y/n: WHY ARE YOU BEING SO CRIPTIC???

intake: jongsoeb is nervous 🤪

y/n: im nervous…

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Now how were you supposed to go to sleep, your heart was beating way too fast. The night felt like an eternity as you tossed and turned, unable to calm the whirlwind of emotions raging inside you.

Thoughts of Jongseob filled your mind, along with a fluttering mix of excitement and nervousness about what the next day might bring. Finally, sleep overtook you just as midnight hit.

As you got ready for the day, your hands shook slightly as you picked out a cute sundress that you had never worn before. It felt weird knowing the guys had never seen you in a dress. You never got dolled up to hang out with them. The minutes ticked by slowly until it was finally time to make your way to the dorm.

When the clock finally struck 6 pm, you found yourself standing in front of the dorm, heart pounding in your chest.

Knocking on the door you heard a bunch of whispers and what you think is Keeho shouting “Places everyone” Then the door opened.

Jongseob stood there looking at the ground. You took the moment to just look at him.

His usual demeanor was replaced with nervousness. His hands fidgeted with the hem of his shirt as he finally met your gaze, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. You felt your own cheeks warm up in response to his shy smile.

"Hey," Jongseob greeted softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "You look... amazing."

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips at his compliment, feeling a rush of courage wash over you. "You don't look too bad yourself," you teased playfully, earning a chuckle from him.

He then stepped aside and gestured you inside. As you looked around you saw Jiung dressed in a waiter's uniform.

“Table for two?” he asked, Jongseob nodded, Jiung gestured towards a beautifully set table in the living room, complete with candles and a vase of fresh flowers. You couldn't help but admire the effort that had been put into creating this special atmosphere. The room was dimly lit, casting a warm glow over everything.

Jongseob pulled out a chair for you, you smiled at him as you took your seat.

Jiung played the part of the waiter perfectly, taking your orders with a mischievous glint in his eye. He disappeared into the kitchen, leaving you and Jongseob alone at the table.

You broke the silence by laughing, “What is happening!?”

Jongseob grinned at your laughter, his eyes shining with a mix of relief and happiness. "I may have enlisted some help to make this night special…Keeho didn’t want us to get spotted outside" he admitted, his cheeks tinged with a hint of pink. You couldn't help but feel your heart flutter at his gesture, appreciating the effort he had put into the evening.

"I really appreciate all of this," you smiled.

"You don't need to thank me," Jongseob replied, a shy smile still playing on his lips. "I just want to make things right between us."

Jiung reappeared with plates of delicious food, and the two of you enjoyed a makeshift dinner together in the cozy dorm room. Jongseob's eyes never strayed far from you, his gaze filled with a warmth that made your heart skip a beat.

“You look beautiful” Jongseob cleared his throat and looked at you.

Blushing at Jongseob's compliment, "Thank you," you replied softly, meeting his gaze.

You saw him playing with the dinner cloth, and with a burst of confidence, you softly grabbed his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Jongseob's eyes widened in surprise at first, but then a big smile spread across his face as he interlaced his fingers with yours.

You found yourself lost in his gaze, a tender moment passing between the two of you as if the world outside didn’t exist. The flickering candlelight cast gentle shadows on Jongseob's face, highlighting the soft curve of his smile and the sparkle in his eyes.

He stared into your eyes before his gaze lowered to your lips and lingered there, a silent question hanging in the air.

Your heart raced as you felt the intensity of his gaze. Without breaking eye contact, you leaned in slowly, your breath hitching with each passing second.

Just as your lips were about to meet his, a loud clatter from the kitchen broke the moment, causing both of you to jump apart in surprise. Jiung stumbled out carrying a dessert tray, looking sheepish as he apologized for the interruption. You couldn't help but laugh at the timing.

Jongseob chuckled softly, his eyes still locked onto yours with an unreadable expression. "I think Jiung should give us some privacy," he remarked, a playful glint in his eyes.

You nodded in agreement, feeling a newfound ease settling between you and Jongseob. Just like how you always hung out.

As Jiung left the room with an apologetic smile, you and Jongseob were left alone once again. The tension that had been broken by the interruption seemed to still linger in the air.

“Don’t be nervous, it’s just me” You smiled, trying to meet his gaze once again.

Jongseob's eyes softened at your words, a small smile playing on his lips “That’s exactly why I'm nervous”

“Let’s watch something” You got up but kept your hand interlocked with his.

Settling down on the couch you leaned into him and handed him the remote. “Is Harry Potter okay?”

You nodded setting your head onto his shoulder, feeling him tense up and the physical contact. Jongseob hesitated for a moment, his breath catching in his throat at the proximity between the two of you.

As the familiar opening music of Harry Potter filled the room, he slowly relaxed, allowing himself to enjoy this simple yet intimate moment with you.

You felt his muscles loosen under your touch, a sense of contentment washing over you as you watched the movie together. His warmth beside you was comforting, and you couldn't help but steal glances at his profile every now and then.

As the movie progressed, Jongseob's hand found its way to yours, intertwining your fingers together once again. The gesture sent a rush of butterflies through your stomach.

In the dimly lit room, surrounded by the soft glow of the TV screen, you found yourself lost in the movie and in Jongseob's presence. His closeness was nerve-wracking, but you were starting to get used to it.

The movie came to an end, the credits rolling on the screen as you both sat in comfortable silence. Jongseob turned to look at you, his eyes searching yours for a moment before he spoke softly, "I've missed this... just being with you like this."

You felt a warmth spread through your chest at his words, realizing that you had missed these simple moments too. "Me too," you replied, a smile tugging at your lips.

Jongseob hesitated for a moment before he spoke again, his voice hesitant but sincere, "I know I messed up before, but I really want to make things right. I care about you a lot... maybe more than I've ever let on."

His vulnerability took you by surprise. You gently squeezed his hand, meeting his gaze with understanding. "I should be the one to apologize to you, I overreacted because I didn't know how I felt.”

Jongseob’s eyes softened at your words, a weight lifting off his shoulders at your understanding. "I'm glad we're both on the same page now," he admitted, a genuine smile breaking across his face.

After a moment of silence, Jongseob spoke up again, "I want to give this shot, if you're willing," his eyes never leaving yours.

You took a deep breath, meeting his gaze. "I want that too," you replied.

Jongseob physically relaxed, huffing out with a smile “Oh thank god!”

With a laugh, you playfully nudged Jongseob's shoulder. “I should probably get going, I had a lot of fun,” You watched Jongseob’s face falter for a second before putting on a small smile.

“Or I could stay over…but I didn’t plan for this.”

Jongseob's eyes widened at your suggestion, a mix of surprise and delight flashing across his face. "You...you can stay over if you want," he stammered, trying to hide his excitement. "I can grab extra blankets and pillows."

You chuckled at his adorable reaction, nodding in agreement. "That sounds perfect," you replied, feeling a sense of happiness blooming in your chest at the prospect of spending more time with Jongseob.

He started to take off the couch cushions and placed them on the floor, “What are you doing!?” You chuckled at Jongseob's earnest attempt to create a makeshift bed on the floor.

"I don’t think the couch is big enough for both of us," he teased, using the TV stand to hold up a blanket roof.

You couldn't help but laugh at Jongseob's makeshift pillow fort. "It's perfect," you assured him, settling down on the cushions as he joined you, the two of you squeezed close together in the cozy blanket fort he had created. The room was dimly lit now, the only source of light coming from the TV screen that was asking if anyone was still watching.

As you lay side by side, Jongseob shifted slightly, his hand brushing against yours under the covers. Sending a shiver down your spine. You turned to face him, your eyes meeting in the semi-darkness as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"I'm really glad you decided to stay," he murmured.

"I'm glad too," you replied, reaching out to gently intertwine your fingers with his. The simple gesture felt natural as if it was where your hands were meant to be all along.

As the night grew deeper, the soft murmur of conversation between you and Jongseob gradually faded into a comfortable silence.

Jongseob's breathing slowed beside you, his warm breath ghosting over your skin as he shifted closer, seeking your closeness in the darkness. You could feel the heat radiating off his body.

With a contented sigh, you nestled closer to him, resting your head against his chest as his arm instinctively wrapped around your waist. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulled you to sleep.

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Waking up to a bunch of whisper yelling wasn't the best. But you continued to fake sleeping to hear what was going on around you.

You listened to the hushed voices around you, trying to piece together what was happening. It sounded like Jiung had returned and found the two of you in your makeshift blanket fort on the living room floor.

His voice was a mix of shock and amusement as he whispered urgently to someone else. You felt Jongseob stir beside you, his arm tightening around your waist protectively as he too pretended to be asleep.

You remained still, keeping your breathing steady as the voices around you grew louder. It seemed like the whole household was now aware of your impromptu sleepover on the living room floor. Jiung's voice was filled with disbelief as he recounted the scene to everyone who had gathered around.

As the whispers turned into hushed laughter, you couldn't help but crack a smile, realizing how ridiculous the situation must look from an outsider's perspective. Jongseob shifted beside you, his eyes still closed but a small grin playing on his lips as well.

Suddenly, the whispering stopped, and you heard footsteps approaching your blanket fort. You and Jongseob exchanged a quick glance before slowly turning to find Keeho peeking through the blanket roof, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Keeho said with a grin, earning a few chuckles from the others gathered around.

You sat up, trying to stifle a yawn as you took in the amused expressions of the group surrounding you. Jongseob sat up beside you, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush as he scratched the back of his head sheepishly. It was clear that the unexpected sleepover had become the talk of the house.

Theo raised an eyebrow teasingly before breaking into a wide smile. "I must say, this is quite the cozy fort you've got here. I hope we're not interrupting anything important?" he quipped, earning a chorus of playful laughter from the others.

You couldn't help but join in, the lighthearted atmosphere easing any lingering nerves you had about being caught in such a compromising position. Jongseob nudged your shoulder with a smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he glanced around at his friends.

Jiung, who had been the first to discover your impromptu slumber party, chuckled and clapped his hands together. "Well, I hate to break the news, but breakfast won't make itself. Who's up for some pancakes?" he announced with a grin, already heading towards the kitchen.

The group exchanged eager looks before scrambling to their feet, the previous moment of teasing forgotten as they followed Jiung into the kitchen.

You and Jongseob shared a smile before joining the others, the warmth of the morning sun filtering through the windows and casting a golden glow over the scene.

As you all gathered around the kitchen island, laughing and chatting while some were arguing about who was going to make the pancakes.

“I’ll make them, but everyone out of the kitchen!” You spoke up, swatting at them to give you some space.

With a playful pout from the others, they begrudgingly left the kitchen, leaving you alone in the cozy space.

You could hear their banter and playful arguments from the other room, a warm feeling settling in your chest at the sound. Despite the slightly chaotic start to the morning, you felt grateful for these friends who had become like family to you.

As you started gathering ingredients and utensils to make pancakes, Jongseob stepped closer, offering to help. You worked together seamlessly, falling into a comfortable rhythm as you mixed batter and poured it onto the sizzling griddle. The sweet scent of cooking pancakes filled the air, mixing with the sound of light chatter from the other room.

Jongseob's laughter rang out as you attempted to flip a pancake, only for it to end up lopsided on the pan. He reached over, his hand covering yours as he guided the spatula beneath the pancake, flipping it effortlessly. Your eyes met his in a silent exchange, a warmth blooming in your chest as you shared a smile.

As the last pancake cooked to somewhat perfection, you and Jongseob plated them up, adding a generous drizzle of maple syrup. The delicious aroma drew the attention of the others, who eagerly crowded around the kitchen island as you set out the breakfast feast.

Intak let out a low whistle as he eyed the pancakes hungrily. "I must say, you two make quite the culinary team," he remarked with a grin, already reaching for a plate.

Chuckling at his comment, you couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at the breakfast spread before you. It wasn't just about the pancakes, you liked this. It was different from any other time you have slept over.

“So what are you guys doing today?” you asked, a part of you hoping they had a free day to hang out, not wanting to leave just yet.

Keeho stopped shoving pancakes down his throat to reply, “We have to go to the studio, we’re planning another comeback.”

Disappointment flickered across your face briefly before you masked it with a smile, nodding in understanding. "That sounds exciting! I can't wait to see what you all come up with," you replied, genuinely happy for their success even as a part of you wished for more time together.

As the group finished their breakfast and began to scatter to get ready for the day, Jongseob lingered by your side. "Would you like me to walk you home?" he offered, his gaze warm and sincere.

A smile washed over your face at his thoughtfulness, and you nodded, not wanting to say goodbye just yet.

Walking side by side, the two of you shared easy conversation and comfortable silence along the familiar route to your place.

When you reached your door, you turned to face Jongseob, "Thank you for last night... and this morning. It meant a lot to me,"

Jongseob's eyes softened as he gazed at you, a gentle smile never leaving his lips when he is with you. "I had a great time too. Let's do it again sometime," he replied, his voice warm and genuine.

You went to go inside but Jongseob hesitated to leave. Giving him a confused look, he spoke up again “I’m going to be busy, with the comeback but please don’t overthink…I like you a lot”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, the sincerity in his eyes leaving you momentarily speechless. A rush of warmth flooded through you as you met his gaze, the unspoken feelings between you suddenly hanging heavy in the air.

Without a second thought, you stepped forward, closing the distance between you and Jongseob, and wrapping your arms around him, in a warm hug.

Jongseob hesitated for a moment before returning the embrace, his arms encircling you in a tender hold. Feeling his arms encircle you in a gentle embrace, you buried your face in his chest.

When you finally pulled back, there was a softness in Jongseob's eyes that made your heart flutter. "I'll be waiting for you," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

A smile tugged at your lips as you nodded, the unspoken promise between you both hanging in the air. With one last look, Jongseob turned and began to walk away, but not before throwing a final grin over his shoulder.

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“So have you asked her to be your girlfriend yet?”

Jongseob's eyes widened in surprise at Theo's question, a faint blush dusting his cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Not yet... I want to do it properly, not just blurt it out," he admitted.

Theo chuckled, giving Jongseob a playful nudge. "Well, looks like someone's got it bad," he teased, earning a chuckle from the others who had gathered around to listen in on the conversation.

Intak raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You better make your move soon before someone else sweeps her off her feet," he added with a sly grin, earning a chorus of laughter from the group.

Jongseob's cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red at the teasing, but there was a determined gleam in his eyes. "I will, it's just you guys know how busy we’ve been!"

But as the day wore on and Jongseob found himself caught up in a whirlwind of dance practices and recording sessions for their upcoming comeback, he couldn't shake the thought of you from his mind. Images of your smile, the warmth of your embrace, and the unspoken words between you lingered in his thoughts, a constant presence even in the midst of his busy schedule.

With each passing day, Jongseob longed to reach out to you, to hear your voice and see your smile once more. But as the demands of their comeback grew more intense, time slipped through his fingers like sand, leaving little room for anything beyond rehearsals and performances.

One evening, way past dinner time, Jongseob was working in his little studio. When he heard a knock on his door, he hesitated for a moment, he wasn't expecting anyone, especially not at this late hour. Setting aside his work, Jongseob made his way to the door. As he opened it, he was met with the sight of you standing on his doorstep, a smile on your face, and a bag of food in your hand.

"Hey," you greeted softly, playing with the hem of your shirt nervously. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything, I have food!" You held up the bag of takeout.

Jongseob's surprise quickly melted into a warm smile at the sight of you. "Not at all," he reassured, stepping aside to let you in. "It's a pleasant surprise. What brings you here?"

You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before meeting his gaze. "I... I couldn't stop thinking about you," you admitted, cheeks flushing slightly. "And I missed you."

A rush of emotions flooded through Jongseob at your words, his heart skipping a beat. "I missed you too," he confessed softly, reaching out to gently take the bag of food from your hands. "Come in, please," he added, leading you into his studio and pulling out a chair for you.

You settled in as Jongseob made a makeshift table by clearing stuff off his desk. The atmosphere felt comfortable and familiar as if no time had passed since the last time you were together. Conversation flowed easily between you two, about everything you both have done since you have seen each other.

As the evening wore on, Jongseob found himself caught up in your presence. The stress of the comeback disappeared. The way you smiled, the way you laughed, it all felt so right to him.

“Thank you for checking in on me.”

“Of course! You overwork yourself too much.” Jongseob's heart warmed at your words, a sense of gratitude filling him as he looked at you. "And you always know just how to make me feel better," he replied sincerely, his eyes soft as they met yours.

And in that moment, Jongseob knew that he couldn't hold back any longer. Taking a deep breath, he reached out to gently cup your face in his hands, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.

"I have something I want to ask you...something I've been wanting to say for a while now," he began, his voice slightly wavering. He continued with a murmur, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want you to be with me, officially."

A smile tugged at your lips as you gazed back at him, feeling the warmth of his hands against your face.

Without hesitation, you reached up to place your hands over his. "of course," you whispered, your voice filled with certainty and love. "I want to be with you too."

Jongseob's eyes lit up with joy and relief at your answer, a wide grin spreading across his face. Gently, he leaned in closer until his forehead rested against yours, “My heart is racing so fast,” He laughed softly.

You giggled at his honesty, “The guys are going to freak out!” Jongseob chuckled at the thought of his bandmates' reactions, but in that moment, all that mattered was the warmth of your hands in his, and the way your eyes never left his. As he pulled back slightly his gaze lowered to your lips before looking back at your eyes with a blush forming on his cheeks.

“What are you waiting for?” you whisper, scared your voice would shake. Without another moment of hesitation, Jongseob closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a soft and gentle kiss.

When you finally pulled back, after a few seconds, your heart racing and your breath caught in your throat. Jongseob's eyes searched yours, filled with adoration.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," he confessed softly, "To finally call you mine."

“I’m all yours” you smiled, with a smile that reached his eyes, he pulled you into his arms, holding you close in a tender embrace.

“Mmmh and to think you were only into older guys” With a playful swat on his arm, you chuckled, “Don’t get cocky now!”

Jongseob chuckled at your playful teasing, the sound of your laughter music to his ears. “Well, I did change your mind,” he replied with a grin and a wink.

Jongseob buried his face in the crook of your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "I think I've always been into you," he murmured, his voice soft and filled with affection.

You tilted your head back to look at him, a playful glint in your eyes. "Well, I'm glad you finally manned up" you teased, earning a mock gasp from Jongseob as he pulled back to look at you.

"I'll have you know, it took a lot of courage!" Jongseob retorted with a playful pout, earning a giggle from you in response.

The rest of the evening was spent wrapped up in each other's arms, talking and laughing as if no time had passed since you were last together. The worries and stresses of the outside world melted away in each other's presence.

Feeling so comfortable, you both started to slowly drift to sleep, cuddling close on the small couch. Jongseob pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before allowing himself to succumb to sleep.

It wasn’t until a small gasp that you woke up. You opened your eyes to find Jongseob stirring beside you, a look of confusion on his face. Following his gaze, you noticed a group of people looking in the window of the door.

As you both sat up in alarm, Jongseob quickly recognized the faces pressed against the glass. It was his bandmates, looking in with wide eyes and mischievous grins on their faces. They were gesturing wildly and making exaggerated expressions, clearly delighted to have stumbled upon the intimate scene inside the studio.

Jongseob's cheeks turned a deep shade of red as he realized they had witnessed your tender moments together. He scrambled to his feet, trying to shoo them away, but it was too late. The damage had already been done.

Soul, couldn't contain his excitement and started making heart shapes with his hands, while Theo, mimed swooning dramatically against the door frame. Keeho, simply stood there with a knowing smile, enjoying the spectacle. Despite the embarrassing intrusion, you couldn't help.

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Stiff Competition | Bob Floyd x Reader

Summary: After visiting your bakery one time, Bob has a crush on you. The only problem is, so do all of the other guys.

Warnings: Fluff and some swears

Length: 2500 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female Reader

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Bob quietly followed his friends inside the trendy, new bakery that opened near base. He had become so accustomed to the bickering between Hangman and Rooster, he found it almost soothing, even early on a Monday morning.

"No way," Bradley said, shaking his head at Jake. "You're wrong, and now you're just being stubborn."

Jake sighed calmly. "I'm just saying, there's no way anyone, Fred included, would pick Velma over Daphne. It's unrealistic."

Bradley grunted in response. "Whatever. Smart girls are always hot."

Bob just cradled his forehead in his hand and let the rich smell of fresh coffee and baked goods wash over his senses. All three men in their khaki uniforms shuffled forward as the line moved.

"Holy shit," Bradley and Jake muttered softly and in perfect unison. 

"Do you see what I see?" Bradley asked, staring entranced at the sight before him.

"Oh hell yes, I do," Jake confirmed with a nod. 

Bob immediately looked in the direction they were staring, and his breath caught in his throat. All three of them were now eyeing you up where you stood behind the counter. You were smiling at one of the patrons and filling a pastry box with donuts. 

"She's kinda hot," Bradley whispered.

"Better than that. She's fucking gorgeous," Jake replied.

Bob silently agreed with them, noting the adorable smudge of flour on your cheek. He had always been a little shy, a little timid around women. And he was not about to get into a dick measuring contest with Bradley and Jake. He would just let the two of them fight it out, because Bob was never the one to get the stunning girl.

When it was their turn to order, Bob watched the other two men trip over each other to get to the counter first. You smiled at each of them in turn, your gaze lingering on Bob and making him blush. 

"Hi! What can I get for you fellas?" you asked the three of them, and Bob completely forgot what he was going to order. 

"Hey, gorgeous. What would you recommend?" Bradley asked in a deep and raspy voice as he leaned against the counter and peered at you over his aviators. 

You chuckled and shook your head. "I would recommend the citrus muffin with orange zest."

"Perfect, I'll get six of those," he said, his smile twitching below his mustache. "I'm Bradley, by the way."

"And I'm Jake! And I'll get a dozen muffins." Bob watched Jake flash you a megawatt smile, and he wished he could be half as charming. 

"A dozen muffins?" you asked Jake. Your eyes skimmed back over Bob's face with an amused glint in your eye. 

"Actually, I'll take two dozen," Bradley said, changing his order and glaring at Jake. 

"So you want a total of three dozen muffins?" you asked before turning toward the bakery case. "Okay.... seems excessive," you muttered. 

Bob watched you intently as you packed up bakery boxes of muffins and entered them into the register. You must have known what was going on here, but you just smiled at the three of them as you worked. 

"Anything for you?" you asked, flashing Bob a smile that made him feel a little nervous. "You're awfully quiet back there."

"Uh, just a small coffee, please," he muttered, getting out his wallet and trying to stay cool.

"One hundred and twenty eight dollars is your total," you announced, and Jake and Bradley both tried to get you to take their credit cards at the same time. 

"I've got it, I insist," Bradley said.

"Use my platinum card," Jake announced loudly.

"Use mine. His will definitely be declined," Bradley replied, trying to nudge Jake out of the way.

You carefully took one in each hand and said, "Um... I'm just going to split it between both cards. How does that sound?"

When the enormous quantity of muffins had been collected, and you handed Bob his coffee, he forced himself to meet your eyes. "Thank you, miss," he said softly, as your fingers grazed against his. "You have a lovely day."

Bob watched you bite your lip as he tucked five dollars into the tip jar and nodded his head at you.

"Thanks. See you soon, I hope," you called as he turned to leave. Bob glanced back one last time as he exited the bakery, and you were still looking at him.

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On Tuesday at lunchtime, Bob was about to eat the sandwich he had packed, but Jake suggested going back to the bakery. 

"I hope she's working again today," Bradley said, grabbing his car keys. 

Jake nodded enthusiastically. "Hot little piece like that, she's gotta have a boyfriend."

Bradley snorted. "Wouldn't be the first time I've stolen a girl from another guy."

"What makes you think she'd pick you when I'm available?" Jake asked.

Bob just tuned them out until they all arrived at the bakery. He was hoping to see you again too, but he just wanted to listen to your voice and watch you smile. He'd let the other two do most of the talking. They were good at that sort of thing.

"Gorgeous," Bradley called you. "How've you been?"

"Fine," you replied, once again smiling at the three of them. "What can I get for you today? Another coffee for you?" you asked Bob, and he just nodded in reply. He didn't need more caffeine today, but he wanted you to hand him the cup again. He'd just give it to Phoenix when he got back on base. 

Bob listened to the other two men once again order more pastries than anyone could ever need, and this time Jake pulled a massive wad of cash out of his wallet and insisted on paying for everything. Bradley had a sour look on his face that he tried to hide when you smiled at him and handed him two bags of food. 

Then he stood to his full height, chest puffed out. "Thanks, gorgeous," Bradley said, sliding his aviators back into place. Bob watched Jake try to stand as tall as Bradley, failing and looking ridiculous in the process. Bob just closed in on himself a little more, trying to blend his tall frame into the background. 

"And your coffee," you said, handing the disposable cup to Bob with another beautiful smile. His hand shook when he accepted the cup, and a little bit of the beverage sloshed down the sleeve of his flight suit and splashed onto the counter.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Bob muttered, setting down the cup and reaching for the napkins. 

"No, it was my fault," you assured him. "I'll clean it up, you don't have to."

"Bob!" Jake called from the doorway. "What's the holdup, man? You coming?"

"Uh, I'll meet you at the car," he replied, mopping up the drink and drying his sleeve.

"Your name's Bob?" you asked him softly. 

He glanced up to meet your warm gaze and nodded once. "Yes. I'm Lieutenant Robert Floyd, but everyone calls me Bob," he said quietly. 

You smiled and told him your name. "Here you go, Bob. These are on the house. Sorry I spilled your coffee."

Bob took a small paper bag from you and picked up his coffee cup once more. "Oh, that's not necessary. It was my fault."

"I insist," you told him. "See you again soon?"

He looked down at his feet and smiled. "Yes. See you again soon."

"I can't wait."

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On Friday morning, Bob was a nervous wreck. He'd been thinking about you all week, but he knew the other guys had been, too. They had been talking about you a lot, but Bob was too shy to tell them he was also interested in you. 

He'd given the coffee to Phoenix the other day, but he smiled when he opened the bag and found a croissant. His favorite. It seemed like you knew. And it was flaky and perfect, and he couldn't wait to see you again and get another one. 

"Bakery time!" Bradley announced. "Time to visit the hottie. You coming, Bob?"

Bob fell into step behind him and Jake, but then Reuben and Javy were joining as well. "Everyone's coming today?" Bob asked, squeezing into Reuben's car along with the other four. 

"Yeah, can't wait to see this girl," Javy said. 

"Heard she's sexy," Reuben agreed. 

Bob just stared out the window and sighed. He was just going to have to get over his crush on you. It was the only way to keep his heart from breaking. He wouldn't look at you, and he wouldn't talk to you. And he definitely wouldn't eat another croissant. 

He shuffled into the bakery behind the others, and there you were. He tried to look at all of the baked goods in the case, but you greeted him by name. You greeted only him by name. 

"Hi," he managed, and the other four guys turned to glare at him. 

"Gorgeous, what would you recommend today?" Bradley asked you.

"Blueberry muffins are good today," you replied, and you started packing up a box full at Javy's request. 

"So, how long have you been working here?" Reuben asked, leaning so far across the counter, he may as well have just jumped over. 

"I'm the owner and primary baker," you told them, and Bob was so impressed. 

"Wow, gorgeous. Your muffins are really famous around here. We can't stop coming back for more," Bradley said, smirking at you. But you were looking at Bob again as he inched forward. 

"Did you make the croissant? It was very good," he told you, unable to look away. 

You beamed at him. "I did. They're my specialty."

Bob swallowed hard, all four guys looking at him in surprise now. "Could... uh, could I have another one? I'll pay for it this time though, if you don't mind. It was delicious."

"Of course, Bob. Anything you want." You turned to get a bag ready, and Bob thought he might faint. 

Jake turned and mouthed at him, "Anything you want?"

Bob just shrugged and made his way toward the register. He was pouring sweat in his flight suit, trying to stay as calm as possible. You met him at the other end of the counter and smiled as you slid a bag and a small coffee his way. 

"Three dollars," you told him softly, as if you could tell he was nervous, but you didn't seem to mind.

"What about the coffee?" he asked as he adjusted his glasses.

"On the house."

Bob quickly paid you for the croissant, as he could already hear Jake and the others getting restless. 

Jake leaned across the counter as you ran his credit card. "You interested in pilots?" he asked with a smirk. 

You just swiped the card and handed it back to him. "You're all pilots?" you asked, smiling at all of them. 

"Nah, Bob here is just a backseater," Reuben said loudly, slapping Bob on the back and nearly spilling his coffee.

"Oh, so Bob's the brains of the operation? Sounds about right," you said, sending a subtle wink in his direction. 

Bob's ears felt a little fuzzy and his collar felt a little too tight. Maybe he had imagined the wink. Yes, that must be it. 

The guys all hooted, and Jake said, "Well sure, Bob's smart and organized, but that's not as exciting."

You just shrugged. "Still sounds exciting to me. Hope you guys all have a safe flight this afternoon. Enjoy your croissant, Bob."

He floated out onto the sidewalk with the others, still in a daze. 

"What the fuck, guys? She likes Bob the best?" Javy said in disbelief as they all walked back to the car. "Hangman and Rooster, you two really dropped the ball."

"Does she?" Bob asked quietly. "She likes me?"

Reuben shoved half a muffin into his mouth and grinned. "You should ask her out, man." 

Bob thought about asking you out the whole drive back to base and as he walked to meet up with Phoenix. When he finally opened the bag to eat his croissant, he saw that you had put three inside. 

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Late Saturday morning, Bob paced around outside of the bakery with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He'd peeked in through the window and saw that you and another girl were working, but he'd lost his nerve. He was on the verge of heading back to his car and calling it a day when the door opened, and he could smell the croissants. 

"You can do it," he told himself and rushed inside before he could turn around.

"Bob!" you called with a bright smile. "Back for more croissants?"

He took a deep breath and headed toward you. He noticed you were looking at the flowers in his hand, but you didn't say anything or rush him to respond, which he appreciated. You just smiled and leaned on the counter. 

"Yes, I would like another croissant," he muttered, and you pushed up from the counter to get it for him. "Actually, I would like two. But you need to let me pay for both of them today."

"Okay. Sure, Bob," you said with the tiniest smile as you put two into a bag. But now you didn't look as happy, and he wanted to kick himself. How had he messed this up already?

He met you at the register, and you asked him, "So, are the flowers for your wife? Or your girlfriend?"

"Oh, neither," he said, lifting them a little higher. "I don't have either of those."

You looked up at him and bit your lip. "Who's the extra croissant for?"

Bob watched your lips as you waited for him to answer. He was sweating, but he was in too deep to turn back now. "I, um... thought maybe we could eat them together. When you're done working. If you're not too busy."

Your smile lit up your face again. "I would like that."

Bob's smile matched your own. "You would?"

"Yeah," you told him with a nod. "You're so sweet. Much better than your friends. Are those flowers for me?"

Bob looked at the floor as he felt himself blushing. "Oh, yeah," he said, handing them to you. "Of course they are."

He watched you disappear into the kitchen for a minute, only to reappear without the flowers or your apron. Then you joined him on his side of the counter. Without any hesitation, you placed one hand on his shoulder and kissed his cheek.

"Let's go for a walk," you told him, and Bob's heart was absolutely pounding for you. "I know a nice bench, perfect for eating croissants."

Bob felt you lace your fingers through his, and he held your hand in his larger one. "Lead the way."

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This fic is for my Bobby loving friend Alex!!! @bradshawsbitch

Thanks to Alli @beyondthesefourwalls for giving this a read for me.

I hope I have done our Loverboy Bob justice!

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[meiiie]

a drew imagine pls! or concept about the innocent parts of their relationship. hand holding, hugs, forehead kissing and laying next to each other. love you thanks🤍🤍🤍

if drew starkey was your boyfriend, he would...

note Hi anon! I'm a bit too busy with school nowadays to make an imagine, but here are some things that I think he would do in a relationship hehe hope this is fine :) pairing bf!drewstarkey x fem!reader warning TOO MUCH FLUFF

ever since you both met on the set of outerbanks s2, you both IMMEDIATELY had a crush on each other.

he would be whispering to chase stokes and be like “yo who is she??? omg she's so beautiful”

whenever you'd be getting ready for a scene and the stylists would be fixing your makeup, he would just be in the background and secretly take pics of you

you would giggle because he'd think you didn't know, but you could clearly see him from the reflection of the MIRROR.

after some quite of time, you both decided to be in a low-key relationship, “accidentally” brushing your hands while on set and glancing at each other!!! the tension was so there and everyone could sense it ong

even if your role was a pogue and you both always had to act like you were fighting for the show, the fans would always be saying:

user8294793: holy shit why do they have so much tension while they're fighting, this doesn't make any sense?? ilovemadelyncline: GUYS IF THEY DON'T GET TOGETHER AT THE END OF THIS SHOW, I WILL LOSE IT

but little do they know you both were already together IRL 😭

okay so this is after making your relationship public!! i feel like whenever you're done with your intense crying scenes he would just say “you are so hot there baby omg i'm so proud of you” LIKE WDYM HOT!? but in seriousness, he would give you the biggggest hugs! and lots of praising “you did so great baby”, “i admire u so much”

intense neck kisses. feel like this is random, but he'd just give you a big smooch at the back of your neck just to tease you.

“eeeeewwwww oh my god” a big patch of his saliva on the back of your neck, and he'd be like “tehe u can't catch me”

after a very tiring day of shooting, you'd both always just lay down beside each other on the beach while he's just admiring your features, like everything. the way your hair falls perfectly, the way how your eyebrows are shaped, the way your eyes relax when he gives you forehead kisses, the way your lips smiles downwards when you realize he's admiring you

man was so into it you, you had to throw sand at his face to snap out of it

“PLEH *cough* plllfkfkfhhthfjj WHY DID YOU DO THAT”

“you were staring!!! it's rude to stare, y'know!?”

“i'm your boyfriend!!!!! i'm not allowed to look at my amazingly, stunning, gorgeous, girlfriend!?!?!?”

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Haircuts and Water Fights

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Summary : You’ve always had long hair, how will your boyfriend, Eddie, react when you cut it off?

Word Count : 1.3k

Warnings : Fluffy, many swears, it gets a bit saucy but no smut, just Eddie and reader being cute, talks of cutting Eddies hair (love his curls lmao)

Authors Note : Purely just rambles and fluffy stuff cause I had a haircut 🤍

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You’d always been someone with hair on the longer side, it had never been cut above your lower back. You decided you wanted a change, a big change. You had graduated highschool and decided you wanted to do it.

Walking out of the hair salon you couldn’t help smiling, your hair was now resting above your shoulders, cut in a similar style to Robins.

Speaking of Robin you decided to go and pay her and Steve a visit. Pushing the door open to FamilyVideo, you waved over to Robin. Her jaw dropped, “Holy shit! It looks great!” she almost shouted.

“Thanks Robs,” you smiled. She came over and played with the short strands slightly, “It really suits you. Dingus come look!” she called to Steve who was in the back.

“Wha- Woah,” he stopped, putting a box of tapes on the counter. “Now I wasn’t expecting that, you’ve had Rapunzel hair forever.”

“Thought it was time for a change,” you shrugged.

“Has Lover boy seen it?” Robin asked.

“He’s working today, I’m seeing him tomorrow. He doesn’t know either.”

“Well if he has an issue, I’ll hurt him. You look great,” Steve smiled, ruffling your new cut.

“Thank you, now do either of you want lunch?” she asked the pair, who nodded eagerly. “Write it down and I’ll go to the dinner and get it.”

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You had worked at the diner for a few years now, originally as a summer job, but now the shifts had picked up. It wasn’t too busy, as you wondered through. “Hi how can I help- Wow!” Your coworker Millie said. Chuckling slightly, “Good wow?”

“Yes! It looks great.”

“Thanks Mills. Do you think you could put me an order through?” you asked, handing her the piece of paper. “Sure, you sit tight.”

“Can I hear my favourite girl?” Andy the owner of the diner asked, coming to the front. “Hey Andy,” you smiled.

“My oh my look at you! Honey you look stunning!” he said, pinching your cheek.

“Thank you.”

“You got an order for me?” he asked.

“Just sent it to Millie.”

“I’ll get on it then, you staying?”

“Not today, Im going to eat with my friends at Family Video.”

“Sure thing.” You got comfy on a stool and waited for the food. Millie slid you a glass of lemonade, “Thanks Mills, how much do I owe?”

“$12.60”

“That’s way too cheap!”

“Employee discount,” she shrugged, winking at you.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Right I am going to leave you two to do your job,” You said, jumping off the counter, throwing your stuff in the trash. “Thank you for the lunch.”

“No worries, I’ll see you around. Robs I’ll call you later.”

“Course, I’ll speak to you then.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Parking up next to Eddie, you saw him washing the van. You couldn’t help but pause and watch him, topless, hair pulled in a bun, tattoos on show, decorated in chains.

“Hey pretty boy,” you called him. He turned smiling, “Hey gorgeous.” He stilled for a second, taking you in, noticing your hair hanging by your shoulders.

“Holy shit.” Dropping the soapy sponge into the water filled bucket, he wiped his hands off. Jogging over, he held your face in his hands. Playing with the shorter strands, he was in awe.

He brown eyes never leaving you, “You look so fucking pretty baby,” he smiled. “So beautiful.” “Thanks Eds,” you said, cheeks becoming rosy. Feeling shy under his gaze, you tried to hide from it.

“Let me look at you, please,” he said, almost begging, “Please just let me look at my beautiful girl.” He kissed your mouth gently.

You couldn’t help giggling at him, your stomach fluttering.

“Eds.” He hummed, kissing your nose, then your cheeks, then your forehead. “So fucking beautiful baby.”

“It’s just a haircut.”

“And? Who said it was the haircut, I’m talking about you. Not just your face or your body, but your soul, your heart. So beautiful. So perfect.”

“You’re gonna make me cry, stop it.” He laughed, kissing the top of your head, and pulling you into his arms. Wrapping your own around his waist, resting your head on his bare chest, you listened to his heartbeat.

“I love you Eddie.”

“I love you too Sweetheart.”

“Want help washing the van?” you asked, looking up and meeting his chocolate eyes.

“Sure babe, I’ll go grab another sponge for you.”

Heading inside the trailer, you wandered over to the van, waiting for him to return. You tied up as much hair as you could, but most of it fell back down again. Leaving it in a half up half down bun thing, you didn’t really know.

“Here you go Sweetheart.” Eddie appeared again, handing you the sponge and kissing your mouth once more. “Looks cute like that,” he nodded to your hair. “Not sure what to do with it now, forgot about it when I woke up and freaked slightly.”

“It can’t be worse than my mane of hair, you’ll figure it out. Besides hair grows back,” he shrugged. You began washing the side of the van, up to where you could reach.

“Think I should cut mine?”he asked.

“No!” you almost shouted.

“No?”

“Love your curls, don’t get rid of them. They’re so pretty.”

“Fine, fine I won’t.” You smiled at him.

You didn’t notice Eddie wander around the other side of the van. Bopping your head along to the Metallica song playing in his van, you wet your sponge again.

Soon feeling your whole head get wet. Squealing you looked up, “Eddie!” you shouted as he cackled, hose in hand. “Sorry baby, I just couldn’t resist.” He continued laughing.

Running towards him you squeezed the water out of the sponge above his head. He let out his own shout. “You little shit!” he laughed, as you ran away.

“You started it!” Eddie sprayed the hose in your direction again, wetting your t-shirt and shorts, making you scream again. Running back to the water, you dipped the sponge again.

“Don’t you dare!” he warned. Giggling, you ran back in his direction, smacking the sponge into his chest. “Baby!” he became distracted, picking up the wet object. Grabbing the hose from him he paused, “Shit.”

“You’re in for it now Munson!” Turning the water pressure to the max you soaked the boy.

“Come here you little terror!” he shouted running towards you, fighting to get the hose out of your hand.

“No, you started it!” you laughed.

“And I’ll finish it!” he countered. Eddie grabbed you by the waist and lifted your feet off the ground. “Put me down!” you screamed.

“No! Never! I’ve got you now babe.”

Eddie pried the hose from your hand and turned it off. “You’re a little shit!” he cackled.

“Says you,” still wiggling in his grip. Throwing you over his shoulder he took you inside the trailer.

“Eddie!” you hit his back lightly, “Put me down!”

“As you wish,” he said, throwing you into his bed, making you bounce slightly. Crawling over you, he grinned at your smiling face.

Leaning down your lips met one anothers, pulling him closer by his soggy curls, you moaned as he kissed you deeper. He detached one of your hands from them and linked his fingers with your own, grinding down on your slightly.

“Fuck,” you moaned into his mouth. He made the same movement, deeper this time, making your legs fall apart. He lay between them, bare chest resting on your clothed one. “So fucking beautiful,” he said as he pulled away, playing with your short locks once more.

“What time is Wayne getting home?” you asked, slightly breathless. “He said 5:30 why?”

Flipping him over, you sat on his hips. “Because,” you started, leaning down and ghosting your lips over his.

Pulling back, he chased your kiss. “Because?” he whined. You pecked his lips, and jumped off. “We have a van to clean and I don’t think he’ll appreciate the mess,” you said, walking out of his room. Leaving him on the bed.

“You’re a little shit!” he shouted after you.

“It’s what you get for spraying me with the hose Munson.” He couldn’t help but laugh at that.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍

[nervoussagittarius]

y/n and chris being the hottest couple for 5 minutes straight

summary: hot moments caught on camera between chris and his girlfriend

warnings: fluff, little suggestive, request

★ you were chris’s biggest supporter, so when he asked you to model for his new fresh love drop the obvious answer was absolutely. the drop was so big for chris that he went as far as filming the entire design and creative process for his fans. including this photo shoot.

when photo shoot day came around chris kept you by his side the whole time. you walked out in the first design and his jaw dropped. “you’re stunning. holy shit, ma. you look so good.” chris said as he placed you in the light for the photographer.

you were a natural when it came to taking pictures and posing. you did everything to make chris’s brand look good.

you did a few test shots before starting the real shoot. “you’re so hot, baby. you’re doing so good.” you felt the heat rise to your face. you were able to play it off by looking over at chris and sending him a wink.

chris was the best hype man the entire day even though this shoot was really for him. “thank you for letting me be involved.” you said walking away from the backdrop and over to chris. he pulled you in by the belt loops on your jeans and connected his lips to yours.

“you were the biggest help through all of this. this day was just as much about you as it was me.” chris comments, pulling you into a bone crushing hug.

★ you hadn’t seen your boyfriend in over a month due to his touring schedule. after talking to his brothers you decided to suprise him for one of their shows.

you hid in the crowd so when they picked players for their tournament you would be seen. “alright chris you pick first.” nick said into the mic.

you were completely decked out in orange for chris. you went as far as wearing his clothes. chris did a double take when he saw you. convinced the lights were distorting his vision, he walked toward the front of the stage.

“not fucking way.” he said looking straight at you. you could see his pupils dilate from across the room. “guys my girlfriend y/n is here. i didn’t know she was coming.” he started jumping around like an excited child.

you were ushered backstage and immediately were met with chris when you crossed the curtains. he pulled you over to his brothers before finally taking you all in.

“is that my shirt?” he asked tugging on it gently to get your attention. you responded with a nod and a smug smile. “oh my fuck, baby.” he said basically melting in your presence.

the crowd went crazy at your interactions.

★ people from boston went all out for sporting events. if you’re from boston you support boston teams. so you weren’t suprise when your boyfriend decided to drag you to a bruins hockey game.

you sat in between nick and chris while nick kept you company because there was no getting chris’s attention off of the game in front of him. this was until he overheard nick talking about how hot all of the hockey boys were.

“nick, why are you talking to my girl about all of these hot guys when i’m right here. i’m the only hot guy she needs to think about.” the smirk on chris’s face gave away his playful demeanor. you knew he was joking with you two.

“you’re the only guy i think about, baby. don’t worry.” you said as you adjusted his beanie. chris replied by resting his hand in your thigh and placing a kiss on your forehead.

there was a pause in the game where they started playing different commercials and things on the big screen. it was all fun and games until the kiss cam focused on you and nick.

the two of you jokingly went in for a kiss before swerving each other with a laugh. all of a sudden you felt chris’s hand on your chin redirecting your focus to him.

chris rested his hand around your neck in a simple gesture before leaning in to give you a passionate kiss. everyone around cheered for him before the camera focused on another couple.

you gave chris a ‘really’ look with your raised eyebrow. he shrugged before saying, “i had to show all these hockey players that you’re off limits.”

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find you a man who can still make you blush three years in

chat how to find a sexy gf like y/n

sleeping on the highway tonight

what i would give to be in those crowds

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[pupkashi]

satoru is SHIT at flirting and i know it

like he could easily make people swoon when he doesn’t try but the second he decides ‘yeah i have feeling for u’ all his game goes down the drain

he uses stupid pick up lines and stuff on u but always manages to mess them up so they never actually work

“satoru where are you? shoko said the meeting was at 5:30” you asked, phone pressed to you cheek as you continued to look for the sorcerer.

“sorry I’m just lost” he pauses, a smile on his face, his confidence through the roof as he open his mouth again, “lost in those eyes of yours.”

silence.

“satoru we are on the phone”

he is absolutely mortified and debates on just completely giving up, but it’s when he’s unaware of his actions and just being himself that he finds you staring at him a bit longer, giggling at his words and blushing.

satoru is shit at flirting, but god is he a natural fucking charmer

he’s holding the door open for you, offering to walk you home, listening to you talk, watching your favorite shows with you and remembering your favorite things. he picks flowers for you and gives them to you, pays for your lunch anytime you guys are together, he’s always making you laugh and giggle even when he’s feeling like shit.

he’s the kind of guy to always brush hands with you when you’re walking next to each other, he’s holding your things for you, texting you and sending you things you’d find funny or that remind him of you, complimenting you constantly but not in a weird way

he’s the kind of bad flirting that hears you mention you like something and then he’s like “oh me too!” without missing a beat but he’s actually never consumed a single piece of media of the thing ur talking about and spends all night learning abt it in case you ever bring it up again

he once asked you if you could help him study before an exam and when he realized that you knew much less than him he ended up teaching you. he was sure his luck had ran out and he had fumbled extremely hard.

“toru! i passed!” you grinned, holding the paper in front of his face. the 90 written in red ink in the top right corner made his lips curl into a smile, grinning right back at you.

“i told you that you’d do great! I’m proud of you” he smiles, not expecting your arms to be thrown around his neck, squealing softly as you pull him into a hug.

you’re only giving him half a second to process what’s happening when your lips find his cheek, your heart racing and you’re hoping that shoko really did know gojo as much as she claimed to.

satoru is stunned, his face is red and his ears are burning and he should probably close his mouth or actually say something before all his efforts are washed away.

“haha cool” is all he stutters out, he’s cringing insanely hard and subtly pinching himself when you’re staring up at him with nervous eyes.

“yeah cool,” you mumble, already turning on your heel read to lock yourself in your room when he’s grabbing your wrist and pulling you into his chest.

“can i kiss you?” he whispers, your faces mere inches apart, your small nod is all he needs before he’s crashing his lips onto yours, smiling into the kiss because holy shit i fucking made it.

when he’s pulling away from you he has this silly little grin on his face, clearing his throat before finally speaking up.

“I’m really glad you passed” he says, you can’t help but want to tear your hair out, what happened to the satoru that could make any girl swoon?

it’s not until after the two of you start dating that he’s back to normal, using every pick up line in the book (correctly this time) and making your blush like it was his job. he’d make you stutter and roll your eyes, so naturally flirting with you.

you would always make fun of him and ask where this was when he was crushing on you, he’d only get extremely red and start pouting, saying he was just too embarrassed because he thought you’d reject him.

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req. hiii can i please request a percy jackson x fem!reader? daughter of aphrodite, loving sunshine kind of girl, plot based off ‘wonderland’ by taylor swift?

summary. you and percy got lost in wonderland and life was never better.

warnings. use of (y/n), cussing, kinda short??

eeli0r's notes. this one was, i'll admit, a little tricky lol, but super fun! (y/n) and percy are both 17-ish. thanks @riordanness for the ask! also some parts are inspired by 6 times we almost kissed (and one time we did) by tess sharpe

june twenty-third

you and percy were best friends. you did (almost) everything together and you'd defend each other no matter the cost.

you were sitting around the campfire, having a grand ol' time. you were laughing and singing and you and percy could barely breathe because you were laughing so hard.

you know how aphrodite is with seeing people who don't know they're in love. and you know how she is when it's her daughter.

so she looked at you for a long moment before smiling down from olympus, waving a hand, and sitting back to watch the scene.

suddenly percy stopped laughing. he stared at you for a long moment, simply gawking in awe of your practically sparkling appearance, and gradually the sounds around you came to an eerie silence.

gasps from the audience. you blinked before looking up, and fluttering above your head was the hologram of a white dove.

"aphrodite," breathed percy.

chiron cleared his throat. "all hail (y/n), the daughter of the goddess of love and beauty!"

"holy shit, (n/n)," percy said, and chiron sent him a warning glance but no way in hell was his attention diverted like that. "you're...wow. wow. you're...stunning."

and he was right. you were stunning. suddenly the most beautiful person at the campfire, though percy would argue you were that already.

july seventh

percy didn't know how to tell you. you were the daughter of aphrodite, for fuck's sake, and he wasn't sure you could ever retaliate feelings for him.

there was something about you. you were so incredibly caring, so bright and smiley whenever he was around, it was hard not to catch feelings.

he asked his friends for advice, and the main thing they could give him was "don't rush into things."

as percy walked up to you, alone in the archery range, his eyes flashed with something you couldn't quite place.

he took a deep breath. "hey," he said, putting on a casual tone and a smile.

you smiled back. and fuck, you had a smile that could light up tartarus. "hi!" you greeted him.

little did he know you'd liked him since you'd met him. and when he didn't notice, you looked at him like he was the one that put the stars in the sky.

percy's stomach flipped as it sunk in what he was about to say. "soo," he started, trying to play it cool though he knew he was probably red in the face. "i just wanted to say....um....i think you're really beautiful," he blurted out. "i mean, um, i mean --- "

you cut him off. "do you mean 'you're my friend and i think you're really beautiful' or 'you're beautiful and i kinda wanna date you?'"

percy blinked. "...the latter?" he said.

your brain took a moment to process this. percy jackson. liked. you back.

you didn't see yourself as beautiful. so how could he?... he was the popular, hot son of poseidon.

and you were...what?

as if reading your mind, percy said, "you're gorgeous. loving. happy. what is there not to like?"

you opened your mouth to speak, but he spoke first. "can i be your boyfriend?" he asked.

you fidgeted. "what if i do something wrong?"

percy grinned, something like that of the cheshire cat. (we love a poet without knowing it) "then we'll talk about it, (y/n)." he threw one arm to the left side, the grin slowly fading. "wait for a second while i make a point. that is the tension that's always been there." he threw his other arm to the right side. "that is what we could be. see? that's, like, big progress.

his arms are wide; beckoning.

you took a quick glance to the left, right, behind, and close the gap. "big progress?" you say teasingly. "big grammar."

percy pokes you in the forehead. "you're not a daughter of athena. shhh."

after a long moment of gazing, percy is the one that breaks first.

his lips press against yours and you know it's always been this, this kairos, the fleeting rightness of the moment that it would happen.

the atmosphere around you seemed to change as you kissed. first a dark scene, then a cabin-like room, then a vine-covered undergrowth with a small door that might've been big enough for a rabbit.

in that moment, you decided you wanted to be like silena.

minus the dying part. that would not be fun.

the last thing --- hell, it didn't even make the list --- you wanted to do was break percy's heart. that would be just horrible; you loved him.

september eleventh

you and percy had been dating for two, three-ish months now, and it had been basically wonderland.

if there were a hundred people who loved percy jackson, you were one of those people, and vice versa.

if there was one person who loved you, it was percy jackson, and vice versa.

if no one loved either of you, both of you never existed and never would exist.

you went to the same school and made sure of that. and as your pinky hooked around percy's, followed by your whole hand, your boyfriend marvelled at the touch.

you can do this now, he reminded himself. you can reach out and touch her and she'll kiss you and you won't have to run away from her or yourself or any feelings.

life was never better in wonderland, and it could never be better when you had each other by your side.

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NAH let's talk about this

Fucking Signora and the Tsaritsa but only speaking to them in snezhnayan during the whole dirty deed

Having signora sprawled out on your shared bed, her long and beautiful legs in the air, her tows curling as you pound your thick member into her eager hole hitting every G spot with just the right force to make her scream as if there commited to memory (they are) but amongst the undoubtedly mind numbing pleasure rosalyne notices her lover hasn't spoken, usually they pepper her with sweet words and promises of depravity that would make even morax blush but she got nothing until she saw the devious grin on your face and what came next made her head spin

Y/n: что случилось, моя милая пламя~ нечего сказать, пока я трахаю тебя до подчинения? (what's wrong my sweet flame~ nothing to say as i fuck you into submission?)

Did she hear that right? Did you just say that in snezhnayan and why did it make her so wet all of a sudden

Y/n: thrusts faster while gripping her waist О боже, я заставил прекрасную леди замереть на месте?~ скажи мне, мой дорогой, неужели я так грязно говорю на своем родном языке, что тебя так заводит~ (Oh my have i caused the fairlady to freeze in her tracks?~ tell me my darling does me talking dirty in my native tongue turn you on that much~)

Rosalyne can't answer right now her brain has completely shut off, it was definitely the accent so it was no surprise when she rolled you onto your back and started clenching around your cock and riding you like a mad woman while ensnaring your lips in hers

Signora: keep talking like that darling~ it's so hot~

Y/n: как пожелаешь, моя леди~ (as you wish my lady~)

Or after a particularly stressful meeting with the harbingers and having to deal with their constant bickering you decide to pleasure your queen on her throne as she sits upon your lap and feels your throbbing member penetrate her warm insides, a stark contrast to her cold to the touch body but you didn't seem to care seeing as you eagerly kissed her lips and groped her impressive chest underneath her dress but what really got her going besides the obvious adrenaline rush of getting caught is what you whispered into her ear

Y/n: Моя снежинка, ты получаешь удовольствие от того, что твой любовник так легко одолевает и оскорбляет тебя в таком публичном месте поклонения~ (My snowflake do you find pleasure in being so easily overpowered and violated by your lover in such a public place of worship~)

She's caught off guard by the sudden intrusion of your deep accent against her ear but it's only a moment as she gains a sultry smile and replies with her own remark

Tsaritsa: и что, если я сделаю это, мой рыцарь~ Мне нравится ощущение твоих грубых рук на моей коже, то, как ты заявляешь о своих правах на мою единственную настоящую любовь, вбивая ее в меня при любом шансе~ Ах~ как я могла сопротивляться такому мужчине как ты~ (and what if i do my knight~ i love the feeling of your rough hands against my skin, the way you stake your claim as my one true love by pounding it into me at any given chance~ Ah~ how could i resist such a man like you~)

Celestia above the way her accent although heavy still carries an air of seduction and feminine charm fit of only your archon it causes your cock to throb inside her and increase your sex drive exponentially while exchanging dirty and sweet whispers with your queen in your native tounge

(I saw the childe post and went feral)

cw - Signora & Tsaritsa x amab reader

The bitch was too stunned to speak.

HOLY SHIT.