mynrette

[mynrette]

the quiet between us saja boys x reader

mystery flushes when you ask to see his eyes. he's cautious, shy, but he trusts you. so when he nods yes, you step closer, lifting his hair to make eye contact. 

his voice is quiet when he speaks again. not his usual, flippant drawl, not the teasing lilt he uses when he’s provoking you. it's shy. nervous. 

“was it what you expected?”

you smile gently, up and brush your thumb beneath his eye. "it's better." 

he freezes. blushing as he looks at you like you just told him you hung the stars in the sky. and though he doesn’t say another word, you feel it in the way he leans into your palm, eyes fluttering shut. 

[mynrette]

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[mynrette]

living for you saja boys x reader

baby lives for the game. the tension. the slow-burn chase you never asked for but don’t walk away from.

he follows you around. talking in your ear as the mic crackles in the other. finding excuses to end up with you alone. he’s greedy with your attention- hoarding it like it matters more than the spotlight. smiling like he’s won something when you sigh his name like a warning.

but underneath his swagger and sharp tongue, he offers you his heart in silence- hoping you'll hear what he can't say.

[mynrette]

keeping you obsessed saja boys x reader

you're rough with every one of them. abby's obsessed with it- although he doesn't quite know it yet himself.

calling out your name if he catches you backstage, turning disinterested if you're not the one taking care of him. brushing up against you, teasingly, so you feel his abs. throwing cocky lines your way like he's in some kind of drama, leaning in close, just to see if you'll break.

he craves your attention, after all. every glance you spare him, every word, the slightest hints of your smile. he stores them like trophies, replaying them in his head when the lights go down and the adrenaline’s gone and all that’s left is the echo of his own heartbeat.

[mynrette]

your idol saja boys x reader

thinking about wiping that infuriating smirk off of baby.

holding his face, drawing him in roughly, whispering a teasing comment, your words brushing his lips...

feeling the hitch in his breath before drawing away, leaving him standing there — stunned, still, silent. someone talking to him through his headset, but he hasn't heard a word since you touched him.