#and thank you for always taking the time to write to me💕💕

[astarioffsimpmain]

My love 😭🫂 I'm honored to be on your list. 🥹 As I'm sure you know already, you're on mine too!

Thank you, @senualothbrok , for the fic that spoke my heart more than anything else I've ever read: "The Difference" It inspired me to write my own story in a way I didn't think possible until I'd seen it done by you, and thank you for then becoming one of my best friends in the world; always supportive, always kind, always lovely in more ways than you may ever know. You're my sister now, whether you like it or not. 😆💕

I'm thanking @optimisticgrey for her series "All We Have is Each Other" for helping sate my ever fervent desire for isekai and reverse isekai fics, and her other series, "A Song of Love and Loss", for giving me a poly-trio that I never knew I needed in Celeste, Gale, and Halsin. Thank you also for making me laugh when I'd rather cry. ❤️

I'd also like to thank @fanon-and-canon for her fic "For You, My Heart", which is a Halsin/Tav period comfort fic. You and I have talked plenty about our painful periods, and I've reread this fic several times when I'm having a really rough one. Thank you also for your unwavering support and understanding while I'm going through all of my medical bullshit. 🫂

Lastly, I want to thank @brabblesban for her fic "Whither is Thy Beloved Gone?" for giving me the opportunity to widen my scope and understanding of Ascended Astarion, and the difficult, but necessary, journey he could take after becoming the vampire ascendant. I never would have given him a chance without you. And thank you for being my longest friend in this fandom. It was by your encouragement that I continued to write and try to find my place here. 🥹

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This list will get longer as I continue to read/catch up on fics and series. I'm having a rough go of it, so it may be a while. But I did want to finally finish this post. Love you all ❤️

my dream as a fanfic writer is for one day, one of my fics to be someones comfort fic. like the fic that they reread when they don't feel good and want to be happy. i want my words to comfort someone one day

[draftbeerbibi]

Heyyyy how ya doing~? How's the new job~? I had a request and you don't need to write it if you don't want to but can I request Sylus x reader?

But the reader has these anklets that ring when she moves. The anklets have these very tiny bells which cause the ringing sounds.

That's it! You can write the story anyway you want!!

Thank you!!!

Hello Anon!! My job is going very good! It’s quite the shift from what I’m used to but I’m enjoying it a lot, thank you for asking💕 I love this idea so much, sorry it took so long to write lmao, finding the inspiration to write has been hard lately :(

Genre: Fluff!! A bit suggestive at the end

Not proofread, sorry :(

You look around the stalls.

Sylus and you had finally found the time to go to the biggest summer market of the year. Albeit you cleared your entire schedule for this if you’re honest. And his.

Your eyes shone like a kid seeing Christmas lights for the first time, so many trinkets everywhere! As you scan the market you hold on to Sylus’s hand a tad bit tighter. You hear him chuckle softly and look up to find his eyes gleaming with amusement.

“See anything you like, kitten?”

You playfully roll your eyes as you squeeze his hand a bit.

“Well pardon me for enjoying myself big boss man, but I for one love me some trinkets.” That earns you another chuckle and you pull him along the stalls.

You spend hours at the market, hopping from stall to stall, applying copious amounts of sunscreen in the meantime, as both you and him were prone to getting sunburns. He bought you this cute sun hat, which was comically large, saying it ‘suited you’ so naturally, you bought him a matching one.

But then you see something shiny across the towns square, the stall basically beckoning you to it. As you divert Sylus’s attention to getting you a drink, you b-line to the stall. It’s a cute red ankle bracelet with some cat charms and small bells. You think it’s perfect so obviously you immediately buy it and shove it in your bag, excited for his reaction.

Once you reunite with him he spots your shit eating grin, and raises his eyebrow, but you feign ignorance. Finally, after a few more stalls, and way too much stuff now all carefully wrapped and bagged, both yours and Sylus’s arms are draped in bags with goodies, trinkets and food. Mutually deciding it’s been enough you carefully put everything in the car and drive home.

It doesn’t take long before you two arrive at the base, and immediately Sylus orders the twins to help unpack. The copious amounts of bags now litter the table but before unpacking anything, you make your way to the bathroom to take a shower. The weather had been lovely today, but very hot. You look in the mirror and despite the religious applying of sunscreen, you see some red spots on your back making you hop in the shower just a but more careful.

You slip into your pyjamas after rinsing yourself off and grab your bag with a giddy smile. The bracelet softly jingles as you pull it out, and you carefully wrap it around your ankle. Once it clicks into place you admire it in your mirror. It was fitting. His favourite petname he’d like to call you had always been kitten. Kitten this, kitten that, so when you saw this, you knew you had to get it.

You wiggle your ankle softly and when you hear it softly jingle in response you just know it’s perfect.

You slowly step out of the bathroom and immediately his eyes are drawn to your ankle.

He stares for just a second before his face is adorned with a smug grin of his own.

“Ah, so that’s what you were hiding. I must say, kitten, it suits you.”

You smile as you twirl, eliciting another soft jingle from the bracelet.

“I saw it and made me think of you, so obviously I had to buy it.”

He kneels down, grazing his fingers across the bracelet revently, touching some skin in the process. His fingers softly flick against one of the bells, causing a soft ring to bounce across the room.

A blush creeps up your face and when he looks up at you, you know it’s over for you.

“I would be a foolish man if I didn’t accept this gift so graciously given to me, let me… show my appreciation.”

You were not allowed to wear it again after that night, because when Sylus heard the jingles of your bracelet, best believe everyone was hearing them the entire night.

[jintaka-hane]

You said yes

Masterlist

Summary: You couldn't give him an answer when he first asked one month ago. Now that he’s docking on the island again, you run to him with words burning on your lips. Word count: 2000w Notes: Jintaka covers his face with his hands 🫣 AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! I know, I know, I KNOW!!! Guilty!! It’s so self-indulgent, I know!!! but please, just look at that face!!! I wanna marry him SO BAD!! | Beckman x f!reader; Img src; fluff. Warning: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes I might make.

Dedicated to @gav-san. Thank you for encouraging me to keep writing for this big guy 💕

From your workshop, you can smell the salty breeze.

When you arrived on that island, you made sure your window would frame the vast turquoise sea. There’s something romantic about working while watching the waves, crowned by white ribbons and shimmering with hundreds of tiny glints.

Your thumbs sink into the clay and trace sinuous curves as the material spins on the wheel. You've been well paid for that vessel. But although you try to focus on the result, your thoughts are elsewhere.

They always are, once a month. And this time, it's especially hard to concentrate.

Beneath a forced frown, your eyes drift absentmindedly toward the almost ghostlike shape forming in the curtain. The wind is blowing windward toward the shore.

It's a good time to dock.

A brief smile graces your lips, and your right hand drops slightly, causing the symmetry that usually defines your work to break.

“Shit.” You stop the pottery wheel for the third time. The curve can’t go that low, or there won’t be room for the handle. Your lips release a deep sigh, smile fading back into a frown as your clay-covered hands set the wheel in motion again.

“MISS!!”

A breathless, red-cheeked boy braces himself against your doorframe. The air leaves your lungs, and your hands freeze above the vessel, eyes fixed on him in a silent plea for him to speak.

“They’re here,” he finally says, flashing a gap-toothed smile.

If someone had told you the workshop was on fire, you wouldn’t have gotten up any faster. Your chair scrapes across the floor as you shove it back with your calves. None of the rags seem close enough, so you wipe your hands unsuccessfully on your pants. Then, placing a thankful hand on the boy’s shoulder, you disappear down the stairs, leaving the fresh clay to collapse on the endlessly spinning wheel.

It takes you less than six minutes to cover a distance that normally takes twenty. Thankfully, the islanders know you, otherwise they might think you’re running from the law. Maybe that’s exactly what you’ll be doing before long.

You barely register the streets, dodging people with varying success. Some cheer you on. Others curse when your frantic pace turns careless. The things we do for love, most agree. In the distance, you finally catch sight of the galleon docked at the port.

Once a month, the town allows them to proudly fly their Jolly Roger in the harbor. A caravel crossed by three red lines in a reminder that the island is under their protection.

Your heart pounds against your ribs when you grab the rope ladder, climbing the damp rungs three at a time to reach the railing.

“Woah! Hil!” Roux greets you, juggling a few supplies after you nearly land on top of him.

“Hi, Roux! Hi, Yassop!” you shout mid-run to the sniper, who lifts the butt of his rifle in a laid-back wave.

“SWEETHEAAAAAART!!!” Shanks’ merry, sing-song voice rings out to your right. He is grinning widely, holding out his one arm to hug you. “I’ve-”

“Later, Shanks!” you dodge him as you move along the railing like a gust of wind.

The red-haired shakes his head as if you were a hopeless case. “It’s on the quarterdeck!!” he yells behind you, hands cupped around his mouth. 

You know perfectly well where he is.

He’s always the last to disembark, inspecting the damages in the most vulnerable part of the ship while taking note of the tasks to be done.

As you grab the mainmast to keep your balance when it blocks your way, you see him. Those broad shoulders, wrapped in a too tight black shirt.

“Darlin’?” His browless eyes soon find you too, and his lips part as you leap into his arms. 

Half laughing, you climb his torso as if to reach the summit of a sacred mountain. The force of your sudden attack has made him stumble backward, and the cigarette slips from his mouth. But he recovers instantly, large hands helping your thighs find their hold around his waist as his boot blindly searches for the cigarette.

First things first. Your clay-stained hands search his cheeks, his jaw, and his temples for new scars. Fortunately, he hasn’t earned any new ones. Then, you clutch his already wrinkled shirt, pull him perhaps a bit too hard, and press your lips firmly against his. He exhales through his nose, mouth eager to return the kiss. But you break it off almost immediately.

There are words you need to say.

Words you couldn’t speak when he asked you back then, and that have been burning in your heart for weeks.

“Becks…” you whisper, lips unconsciously finding his again in little soft touches. “Yes...” Your grip on his shirt tightens, the message breaking as your mouth can't help but trail a string of kisses across his now clay-stained cheeks. “Yes, I will… Of course, I will…”

One hand squeezes the back of your thigh. The other trembles for just a second before grabbing your chin.

“That true, darlin’?” He’s beaming, and his eyes look at you with such raw adoration that your ankles instinctively sink into his lower back.

Something inside you clenches at the sight.

There’s no trace of resentment in him. Not even after you made him wait.

“Of course, Becks, I will. I’m yours. I’m sorry that I-” Your words are swallowed by his mouth, claiming yours in a kiss so full of longing it makes you both forget the one you denied him. 

Then he looks at you, features adorned with strands of your favorite shade of gray cascading down. "You needed time, I understood that. And I was more than willing to wait. I’ll always give you whatever you need.” His voice is low and beautifully hoarse. “Always." 

“Then kiss me again, Benn Beckman.”

He grins with that look that makes your knees go weak. Luckily, he’s got you firmly held. And as soon as his stubbled chin brushes against yours, you hear the shouting behind you.

“Oi, Becks!! Don’t leave us hanging, man! Did she say yes or what?!”

“Idiot, can’t you see he’s kissing the life out of her? What do you think?”

“I don’t know! I don’t know anything about this stuff!”

You break into a soft laugh against Beck’s lips, just as his arm snakes around your back and lifts a triumphant thumb toward his friends.

“Lads!! SHE SAID YESSSS!”  They all howl like wolves unleashed, pounding fists and open palms against the wooden railing.

With little else to do in that absence of privacy, you wrap your arms around your lover’s bull-strong neck, smiling so sweetly that more than one pirate finds themselves envying the first mate. Shanks makes his way through whistles and pops of uncorked bottles, claps his friend on the shoulder, and presses a courteous kiss to your cheek. He'll be one of the few who will still be allowed that privilege from now on.

“Finally settling down? Congratulations, you two.” He grins, then turns to you. “’Bout time - one more day and this big guy would’ve drained the whole booze stash again. You should’ve seen how-”

“-Shanks,” Becks cuts in, using his sharp first mate tone.

You laugh, giving a light pat to that chest that usually makes people think twice before doing something stupid. Your own private sanctuary.

“Did you? All the booze?”

“Booze meant for a crew of 30 and a two-week voyage,” Shanks blurts out right away.

The sting of guilt still pricks, but you let yourself get carried away by the captain’s easygoing humor.  

“He’s a tough one, isn’t he?” you gently stroke your man’s chin.

Beckman clicks his tongue. “When are you two going to stop teaming up against me? Now you’re forming an alliance?” he jokes with a half-smile, though his eyes are only on you. In a way that always makes you feel like he’s paid for a ticket just to admire your beauty. 

Your fingers play along his jawbone, and Shanks clears his throat, murmuring another quiet congratulations while getting ready to leave.

“Shanks,” Becks stops him. This time he’s not joking. “I’ll probably regret asking this, but… will you officiate?”

Smiling, the redhead gives his friend one last pat on the back. “I’d be honored, Becks. It’s the least I can do.” 

Beckman gives him a short nod in what feels like the culmination of a lifetime of loyalty. Then, as his captain’s cloak flutters on his way out, gives you a gentle upward push to cradle your body against his chest.

“What do you want to do now, love? Go into town? Grab something to eat? Or would you rather…”

“Go to your cabin?”

The sultry smile you’re about to leave it all touches his sea-weathered face.

“Just so we’re clear, you said that, not me.”

“But you thought it first,” you tease, tilting his chin up with a playful finger.

“I have my doubts about that…”

Your voice turns soft, thumb gently rubbing a smudge of clay you’ve left on his jawline.  “A month is a long time…”

“Agree. Someone’s got a lesson coming for making me wait this long.” He leans in slightly, then lets out a lighthearted grunt as your thumb stops his lips.

“What do you have in mind, Becks?”

“Something that’ll make the wait feel worth every second.”

There’s something in his words that makes you certain he has planned exactly what he’s doing. So you look up sharply at him, lips struggling not to betray your amusement.

“See? You thought it first.”

His hairless brows lift, broad chest rumbling against your body with a warm laugh. “Is this what I’m in for? Constant teasing?”

“Could be.”

“No problem,” he shrugs. “I’m a certified tamer. I’m used to these wild ones.” He gestures toward the crew gathered on the deck.

You keep the straight face that the words you're about to say truly deserve.

"Just to set expectations: I’m not the kind that gets tamed easily."

You expect him to laugh, but instead, his gaze scorches through you for a moment, pupils blown wide in eyes the color of rainclouds. 

“What a lucky bastard I am…” 

As his nose brushes along your jaw, chapped lips kissing their way up toward your mouth, an unusual silence hangs over the deck. The first mate notices, too used to the chaos to miss its absence.

"One second, doll," he rasps, reluctantly pulling his lips from yours to check what the hell is going on.

Dozens of eyes are fixed on you both.

Men covered in scars, with swords slung at their hips, lean dreamily on whatever surface they can find, chins resting on fists and eyes soft with wonder as they admire the sweet little scene.

He sighs first, then barks, and a vein traces a path in his neck from the pearl in his ear down to his collarbone. Soon enough, you’ll be following it with hungry teeth. “Lads, off the ship! My woman and I have some business to discuss!”

“Ooooh! Wedding business?” Roux says, rolling and unrolling a rope in one hand.

“I think he means a different kind of business, pal,” Hongo stretches as he heads for the gangplank.

Limejuice looks from the first mate to his other crewmates, not quite believing his luck. “But you just told me I was in charge of guarding the ship!”

Beckman doesn’t answer anymore. He’s too busy showing his future wife just how much he loves her.

“I think that order’s been revoked, Lim,” Shanks laughs, giving him a shove toward the railing. “Come on, everyone off the ship. Let’s give these two a bit of privacy!”

-*-

Later on, you realize that from his cabin you can see the waves too. White and crowned with thin ribbons that seem to shine more brightly under that day’s sun.

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[lostinlovingrevery]

hey there! I've been a fan of your writings for a little while now and i was wondering if you could write a Logan fic with a reader who is in the hospital to get checked for multiple sclerosis? (could also be something else, but that's what i am in the hospital for rn)

And the reader is scared shitless of needles (like me) but pretty much every procedure involves needles, like the lumbar puncture which is required for the diagnosis. And you get poked in the back four times, but the doctor fails to get the cerebrospinal fluid out and it leaves you shaken up and crying. Exactly that happened to me yesterday and I just wanted some Logan comfort💔

no pressure though! I'm so sorry if this is too specific

Right Here

Logan Howlett X GN! Reader

Every step of the way

A/N: AH thank you so much!!! I have two family members with MS, so I understand how scary this must be. I'm so sorry for what you went through and you're honestly a huge trooper for it and I hope that you gave yourself some grace and took care of yourself after!!! I wish you all the best during this time and I hope this brings you some comfort!! Sending you lots of hugs (Esp logan ones <3) also, dont worry about being too specific, we all need to feel that comfort from our pookie 💕

Warnings: Hospitals, needles, medical tests, anxiety, a bit of angst, fluff and comfort, Logan <3

"Wouldn't it kill them to make these places a little more welcoming?"

Logan looked up from staring at the floor, and turned to look at you. He stood by your side while you hands were folded between your legs, anxiously swinging them over the edge of the bed. Your comment breaking the silence in the room.

He looked around. You had a point, he didn't like hospitals either. Always felt cold, soulless, with technology and medical machinery just lingering about. They reminded him of his own bad memories, but apart from that, hospitals are just unpleasant.

The room you were in felt just as cold. White walls, black and white patterned floors. An oxygen pump, heart monitor, and various other buttons and medical doohickeys are scattered across the wall and around the room; along with cabinets likely filled with more medical supplies, and a single sink.

A single poster of a sad-looking kitten hanging from a branch, with the text

"Hang in there!"

Placed on the wall across from you. You stared at it in disdain.

Logan looked back at you, glancing at the loose-fitting hospital gown you were given to change into when they brought you both into the room. One sleeve falling off your shoulder, he leaned over, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder before gently lifting the gown back in place, and his arm went around you, hand pressing into the cushioned hospital bed you were sitting on.

"How would you decorate it then?" He asked gently, leaning into you. A question to help you get your mind off the upcoming procedure.

"Well for one I would get rid of that poster- that doesn't make me feel motivated at all. It just makes me sad, look at that kitten! Someone should be helping it. Not letting it dangle in the air barely holding on..."

He smiled, leaning in to press another kiss to your temple. "I'm sure someone did right after the picture was taken, sweetheart." He comforts, his hand soothing up and down your exposed back.

"I'd get rid of the tile floor too. It's ugly and a little creepy. Wood panels floors would be better. Paint the rooms different colors. Add some nice pictures or something. Like trees. Maybe like... a vintage couch in that corner..."

"You should go into interior design."

You looked at him and he had a playful smile on his face. You rolled your eyes, making him chuckle in response. Your hands fiddled nervously.

"What's taking them so long..." You muttered. Your nerves felt on fire and you couldn't stand waiting longer. You've already had to endure blood draws (miserable) MRI's (uncomfortable) poked and prodded (weird) and being told every worst-case scenario possible .

Logan had been with you the entire time, making sure you didn't go through anything alone. He listened to the doctors, let you squeeze his hand as the nurse drew your blood while he whispered encouraging things in your ear. He took in every word the doctor asked, and spoke up for you when things became a bit too much and you needed a break.

Your next procedure was a lumbar puncture, and Logan could hear the way your heart stopped and your blood running cold at those words. He immediately squeezed your hand, reassuring you that he was right there, that you won't be alone.

His hand pressed into your back soothingly, "Want me to go see?" He asked. You shook your head, you're not sure if you could handle being alone. Especially because you've been feeling the urge to run the moment you stepped into the hospital and you're fairly sure that without Logan's presence, you would have likely taken off by now.

You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. "I wish we can just go home now."

"I know sweetheart." He rests his chin ontop of your head. "You've so strong, you'll get through this- we'll get through this."

Just as he soothes you, the doctor comes in with the nurse who was pulling along a tray of supplies- needles.

"Okay! Sorry for the wait." The doctor clapped his hands in a cheery demeanor. "Do you have any more questions before we get started?"

You looked at Logan and he shook his head at the doctor.

"Anything else you need me to explain about this procedure? I will be walking through everything with you."

"No, thank you." You shook your head, eyes falling to the tray, Logan's hand moved to your shoulder, giving you a reassuring squeeze.

"Okay, well, lie on your side and when you do, bring your knees up to your chest, nurse Hathaway here will be holding onto you to help you stay in place-"

You nodded, moving to lie on your side with Logan gently leading you, always keeping a hand on you as assurance he was still there. Ignoring the sick feeling of dread in your stomach as your mind continued to picture the needles you saw on the tray. You lifted your legs up to your chest. The nurse stepped forward, but Logan stopped her.

"S'alright if I do it?" He asks.

Relief flooded you when the nurse nods. She explains to him how to properly hold you, and make sure that you don't wiggle or move around during the procedure.

Logan leans down over you, arms securing over you. You're immediately comforted by his presence holding you during this- but it didn't stop the fear.

"I'm right here." Logan comforts, his thumb brushed against your skin. He didn't take his eyes off your face, watching your scared expression with a broken heart.

As the doctor spoke up, explaining every single thing he did, you squeezed your eyes shut, attempting to hide your quivering lip and the way you felt like you couldn't breathe.

You braced from the numbing injection, and then the big needle. A harsh breath escaped you as you become uncomfortable and uneasy, and Logan talked you through it

"You're doing good baby," Logan coos, "You're getting through it-"

"Ah, Hathaway, could you bring a new tray?"

"What?" Your voice sounded full of panic.

"It's alright, just need to do it one more time." The doctor says. His tone gave way no worry, completely professional but it gave you no comfort.

You took a shaky breath. "Logan?"

"it's alright, I'm here." Logan comforts, a quick glance at the doctor - something you caught to be one of his famous scowls; before turning his attention back to you.

3 more tries, and the lumbar puncture was unsuccessful. The doctor gave you instructions on what the next step would be- as you barely contained your tears and tried to listen. As soon as he left, you broke down.

Logan immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to his chest as you sobbed and shook in his embrace. His shirt soaked from your tears, as you held onto him in a deathgrip. He pressed a firm kiss to the top of your head, praise coming from him for how strong you were- that you did great, and everything was going to be okay.

He held you until your cries calmed, and once everything was finished, he helped you redress and held your hand as he walked you back to the car.

You were exhausted, sore, and wanting to go home and climb in bed and do nothing for a week.

Reaching home, he didn't let you take a single step. Carrying you out of the car despite your protests that you were fine, just shaken up, but he wouldn't hear it.

He tucked you into bed, putting on your favorite movie, and ordered your favorite food for when you're ready to eat. All you wanted was him though.

He climbed in with you, pulling you close into his arms, a hand softly petting your hair while you closed your eyes and took a deep breath- allowing yourself to feel safe again after such an intense day. Logan's body was warm- always is, you tease him for being a human furnace but this time it's everything you needed. His steady breathing helped you stay present, not falling back to the memories of the day.

"I'm proud of you sweetheart." He says gently breaking the quiet silence you both were in for awhile, tucking some hair behind your ear. "You did great today."

"I don't know..."

"You did." He reassures, his arms pulled you closer. "And whatever happens, I'll be right here for you."

[zepskies]

Oh my God wow, thank you so much, friend!! 🥹 It's amazing to me that you set aside the time not just to listen to this, but to have so much thoughtful feedback to share about it! 💕

This was my very first time hearing your voice, and I feel the need to point out what a pleasant voice you have, Alex! And I do mean this in the most sincere way, coming from someone who can be very very picky about what voices to listen to. I know this wasn't the point of the podcast, but I had to let you know :)

ehehe omg thank you!!! 🥰 I used to hate my own voice in recordings, so that makes me feel better. 😂

That's such an amazing compliment!! 😭 You know I try my best to get the characters' voices and mannerisms right, especially Dean because he's living in my heart for such a long time. I tried really hard in Smoke Eater too because that was my first full AU story ever.

ahhhhhh I loved Yellowstone!! Haha I think the reason I didn't go that route is because I didn't want to outright copy the show, but maybe now that I've finished watching it I'll come back to the idea of a modern cowboy AU for Dean.

Awww I love that, of course you're included!!! 💗💗

First of all, I found it very interesting that despite your own heritage, you grew up with a white reader in mind. Just goes to show how predominantly a white person is and has been the main character in so much of media that that's what your brain defaulted to.

yuuuup, that's what it was. Plus in school I was always the minority, especially because the families that went to my school were much wealthier than mine.

I also thought your discussion about what makes an OC an OC and where a reader insert stops being a reader insert suuuper interesting. Because that's a genuine question! Where does a blank slate stop being a blank slate, and how much character do you have to give to the reader role in a reader insert fic for the story still to work, right? I loved to hear your take on it, especially where you said that writing reader inserts is basically like writing OCs without giving them a name. - I had never thought about it that way! But of course, you're right. Because a reader that is an active participant in a story can't be a completely blank slate. They have to be assigned certain traits, not necessarily body-wise but character wise - if you're doing more than a drabble, imo. For there to be dialogue and a story that feels full, that feels alive, the reader has to have some sort of character to be a character.

Oooh thank you! Exactly! I know people tend to think of "reader" as a blank slate. But that only works for a drabble imo. Even in a longer one-shot, let alone a series, that blank slate is just a flat character with no personality, like in an otome game or something lol. Ultimately I get frustrated reading those characters, so I prefer to write and read reader characters that make active decisions in the story and have a personality, even if it's not "what I would do." Because even when I'm writing a reader character, she might have aspects of "me," but overall she's usually not me. She's a character, whether I give her a name or a physical description or not.

Which brings me to my next point: projectability is always a thing of perspective and the ability to put yourself into someone's shoes. As far as fanfiction goes, the reader insert genre tries to make that as easy as possible by offering a mostly blank slate (that is very often white-coded, unfortunately, but that's not the point I'm trying to make in this paragraph). I have seen people complain more than once about the character!reader being unrelatable because of certain character traits and/or backstories that were assigned to them, and I wonder: people, where has your media literacy gone? Do they not teach to adapt to a person's perspective via literature in schools anymore? Must all media cater exactly to your every taste, down to each very nuance?

Yeah, it's often white-coded because white writers aren't typically thinking of other races/ethnicities, even when they write a "reader" character. 😅 Also why sometimes those reader characters are very not relatable to me on how they speak and act lol. (Though this could also be because there are a lot of younger writers out here now, so that could be more related to age and maturity.)

I've def seen those posts that have readers complaining lol. I also think that's the case of people who are either young or not used to reading normal books, just fanfiction. Because 2nd person in the literary world is actually really rare. I try to make my stories and reader characters compelling, but I wonder if my stuff actually appeals to the younger demo of readers now (early 20s and younger).

I love how you give personality to your reader characters, Alex. Especially when it comes to your own representation. You said in the podcast that you were worried about how the traits you assigned to your reader in the Midnight Espresso-verse would be received by your audience and that you received great feedback. I want to reiterate that by saying how despite myself not having the same background as you, I could absolutely relate to the plus-size aspect of the reader, as well as her love for cooking. You said it so beautifully in the podcast, that this version of the reader is one that came from the intent of Dean having a (Latino) girlfriend that nurtured him in the same way he nurtures the people around him, and I fully 100% could relate to that as well :) Which might be my very complicated and long way of saying: Please do not worry about how much the reader can adapt to the traits you're giving to the character!reader. If most character!readers have been predominantly white for the longest time and so so many people that where not white made it work, then so can we white folks when we are given a reader that does not fit all of "our" typical criteria.

I appreciate you so much for this! 🥹🥹 Yes overall I've gotten way more encouraging and fun feedback than I ever expected for the Midnight Espresso-verse, certainly for that first story. I came at it with the thought that some women would relate to the plus-sized aspects, while other Latinas might enjoy the ethnic representation. And non-Latinos could maybe enjoy exploring a different culture if they wanted to dive in. I'm really grateful that you did!! 💕 And yeah that mutual "nurturing" aspect with her and Dean was 100% my favorite part about creating their relationship. 🥰

Yeah, honestly even if she's more OC than reader at this point, I don't really mind. I've loved writing every story in the ME-verse. Of course I've gotten a lot of wonderful responses from other Latinos on that series, but overall it's been my non-Latino friends who have supported me the most on that series. 💓💓

It made me very happy to hear that you're seeing more and more diversity within the SPN fandom these days. I've spent most of my time in the PPCU fandom this past year and all across it, but specifically in the Joel Miller fandom, there have been too many racist instances. It's great to hear that it's going better in other fandoms!

omg really? How so racist? That's so icky, especially for Pedro and his characters since he's such a sweetheart and very open about the joys and struggles of being a Latino and an immigrant in Hollywood 😭

Which brings me to my next point - the anon request you got that led you to writing Unravel Me 👀 Wow. I haven't read it yet. It was on my TBR list anyway, but hearing you talk about how it came to be and how much thought you put into it (understandably so) it's now an absolute must-read for me. (Sort of unrelated but still related: I've seen your playlist covers for the story, and - wow??? A masterpiece??? Visually, I mean?! The EFFORT. I'll be speaking about this in a second, but I needed to mention it now in case I forget! Gorgeous!)

Aw thank you so much for putting it on your TBR! 🥰 Even though I'm not 100% sure it was ready to be posted, I've done my best, even knowing it was going to be so niche that not a lot of people would likely read it lol. Honestly that's part of why I created those playlist covers -- to try and hook people with the visuals to get them to read the series. 🤣🤣

Though I did do playlist covers for Break Me Down (Soldier Boy x Reader), Lost on You (Soldier Boy x Supe!Reader), and Between the City & the Stars (1940s!Dean x Reader). I just love playing with that template. 😆 But also the music playlist for Unravel Me was so fun to put together, I knew I wanted to create those posters for Side A and B. It's really just a bonus if they manage to hook people and get them excited for the next part of the series. 🥰💜💙❤️

Another point that had me thinking a lot was the question about how much of an immigrant's identity should be kept and how much should be adapted to the country they've moved to also captivated me. I know US politics in regards to immigrants are ""problematic"" atm to say the least, and it's been a widely discussed topic over here in Germany for years now as well, especially with the heavy influx of immigrants over the past years. I can't imagine how complicated it must be, figuring out a sense of self that both fits to where you live and still keeps the core parts of who you are and were before coming to said country.

Oh God, yeah. It's always been a hot-button issue in the U.S., but especially now of course. Interesting that Germany has seen a big influx in immigration too. But yeah, I really dove into studying that aspect of being bicultural when I started reading short stories by Sandra Cisneros in high school and college. She's Mexican American and her works explore, through her characters, the nature of “los intersticios (the cracks)”—those spaces between the different "worlds" she lives in for being bicultural—all in effort to figure out her own inner identity.  

It is complicated. It's affected my own sense of self, my relationships within my own family, let alone friends, etc. And everyone's layers are different, whether they're a first, second, or third generation immigrant family.

I want to wrap this up by saying how incredibly impressed I am every single time I hear/read about how you prep for your stories. I think you are by far the most in-depth fanfiction writer that I know. You put so much research into it, and not just for The Honorable Choice, but everything you put out. I'm struggling to find the correct words to properly express how admiring I find it, especially for a story like The Honorable Choice where you take on the perspective of someone of a different ethnic background than you.

Wow, thank you so much, friend. 🥹🥹 The Honorable Choice was such a fun passion project, and scary too! lol I'm a nerd who genuinely loves the research, especially bc I love history. But it was also because I respect the cultures of Native Americans too much to get it wrong. I did my best to represent the Lakota tribe in the late 1800s to the best of my ability while still giving an entertaining love story, so hopefully it was authentic. 💗

You are an inspiration, Alex. Truly. Thank you for welcoming me into the writing space when I came back. Thank you for answering every question I had, and thank you for the work you put into all of your stories. To you, to your talent, your inspiration and work ethic, and to many more stories to come! 🩵

You've literally made my entire week so much brighter and are making me blush, lovely!! If I could be any small support to you then I'm so glad to hear it. 💕 People did the same for me when I started my blog over here, and I'm actually really excited to share a (hopefully) fun writing event soon with you guys!!

Racial & Ethnic Representation in Fanfiction

[🎙️ Podcast Interview]

Hey, friends! Sandra and Kasey, the lovely hosts of @idlingintheimpalapodcast — the podcast for all things SPN and fanfiction — invited me back on the pod for an interview on a topic that's very close to my heart…

With @rubyvhs, we talked about the fun moments and challenges about reading and writing fanfiction that represents specific racial and ethnic cultures, being bicultural/multicultural, the immigrant experience, and much more.

I offered my own experience as a Latina POC writing in the fandom space, specifically Supernatural and The Boys (and adjacent Jackles fandoms).

Check it out here: ⤵️

Interview Timestamps –

(Plus fic recs, SPN writer/reader shoutouts, and more! Links to all the fics we mentioned are at each time stamp.)

2:54 – When did you start writing fanfiction, and when did you join SPN fandom?

⟡ You can check out my first author interview with Sandra and Kasey over here. We chatted about Dean Winchester and Jensen Ackles’ early roles, the best and worst seasons of SPN, the joys and pains of writing Soldier Boy, and much, much more. For all the timestamps of key moments, fic recs, and SPN writer shoutouts, see this post (you'll find the link to the video there too).

6:18 – What is your ethnic, racial, and cultural background? (And how me and Sandra bond over “food and family” ties between Hispanics/Latinos and Italians.)

13:05 – The immigrant experience in America, what you take with you from the “Motherland,” the struggles of bicultural identity, my personal experience being a second-generation child of an immigrant family, and Sandra’s experience as a first-generation child of Italian immigrants.

16:58 – What do you look for when you’re reading fanfiction? (Canon-compliant, AU, romance, etc.) Does the length of a story matter?

19:52 – Bonus: The merits of drabble writing vs. long-fic writing.

25:54 – Have you ever actively searched for fanfiction that represented your ethnicity? (Whenever I do, it’s like finding gold.) Plus, the challenge of writing reader characters, the “gray area” of writing reader characters like OCs.

32:38 – The inherent “bias” of reading and writing reader characters as White. The concept of diversity being “cool” in popular media, TV shows, and movies is still pretty new.

36:36 – Why I started writing reader characters that might have a specific body type, race, and/or ethnicity.

Examples:

⟡ Midnight Espresso – Dean Winchester x Plus-size Latina!Reader

⟡ If I Stay – Dean Winchester x Plus-size!Reader

⟡ 10 ‘Til Midnight – Professor!Dean Winchester x Plus-size Grad Student!Reader

⟡ Unravel Me – Soldier Boy x Afro-Latina!Reader

⟡ The Honorable Choice & Outlander – Cowboy!Dean Winchester x OFC

40:14 – The fun challenges: like giving Dean a partner who takes care of him as much as he takes care of others in Midnight Espresso.

45:28 – The BIG challenges: like writing Soldier Boy being himself with a “person of color” (POC) in this new series, Unravel Me. What even is a POC? Where do you start with Soldier Boy, the Sandra-proclaimed “bowl of fishhooks?"

51:38 – Is there ever an element of fear when you publicly post a story that represents your culture, which is something very personal to you? What happens when you get haters in the comments?

1:05:33 – When and how did you begin to break out of the “ingrained biases” in your writing? (AKA: Always assuming my own characters are White.)

1:08:04 – When did you decide to explore writing plus-size!readers?

1:13:20 – What has your experience been in writing a race/culture outside of your personal experience? The Honorable Choice and Outlander, a western AU where Dean Winchester falls in love with a Native American Lakota Indian. (Shoutout to @jacklesversebingo!)

Plus, the ethical responsibility to “do no harm” when you represent different cultures, and answering question of not only can I write this, but should I write this?

1:32:42 – What advice would you give a writer interested in writing about a culture outside of their own that they don’t have first-hand knowledge of? How can a writer avoid cultural appropriation if their goal is cultural appreciation? How important is a sensitivity reader/beta reader for this effort?

1:40:35 – Final thoughts on diversity and representation of culture in fanfiction, whether it’s your own or someone else’s:

“Write what you know. Write what you can research. Write what you’re interested in. Remember that words have power, so be careful how you use them.”

1:45:30 – Sandra and Kasey’s outro: The importance of representation and diversity in fandom.

I hope you enjoy the ride!~ 💜

💗💗💗 Shoutouts to some of my beautiful friends and lovely readers who've supported my attempts to explore ethnic and cultural diversity in my writing:

@luci-in-trenchcoats @lamentationsofalonelypotato @waynes-multiverse @rizlowwritessortof @roseblue373

@tofics @deanwinchesterswitch @deanbrainrotwritings @deansbbyx @waywardlatina

@supernotnatural2005 @wayward-dreamer @spnwoman @waywardxwords @mostlymarvelgirl

@chevroletdean (shoutout to your 500 follower fic challenge at around 19:52 😘) @siampie @bettystonewell @wvffles

@iprobablyshipit91 @my-stories-vault @littlesoulshine @thatonewriter15 @jessjad

@deans-spinster-witch @winchestergirl2 @kazsrm67 @chernayawidow @jackles010378

@jollyhunter @leigh70 @foxyjwls007 @beakaleak32 @alwaystiredandconfused

[thepeaklegendoffirstgen]

Can I request something bittersweet?

Headcanons about the Lookism guys (1st gen Kings, Allied, Big Deal) breaking up with their girlfriend!

Not because they lost feelings but because they're afraid being around them could hurt her.

Thanks for always making me smile with your writings 💕

I'll do it in parts and take up ALLIED and others afterwards. Oh, and thanks for your lovely words it made me so happy 🥹🥰

Characters: James Lee , Kitae Kim, Jaegyeon Na, Jinrang, Jichang Kwak , Seongji Yuk , Taesoo Ma.

JAMES LEE

He changed identities, changed names, changed his hair color, and in all these transformations, you were the only constant. But now, everything feels harsh. Almost impossible. Even if he is the legend, the one-man circle, he can't bear the thought of being the reason something happens to you. He never could.

So, he lets you go.

With his hair now black and his heart bruised a deep, painful purple, he lets you go—even as you cry and pound your fists against his chest. He holds still, says nothing, and a single, solitary tear rolls down his cheek.

He has let you go.

KITAE KIM

It started with him pushing you aside. Then his hand rose, just a little higher than your voice, and the fear, the horror on your face, told him everything.

You were his…

And he was still his father's son.

A bitter truth, no matter how anyone tries to sugarcoat it. Even if he is Kitae Kim, people will always add the last part: son of Gapryong Kim.

After endless arguments and cold silences, after long nights and bitter memories, he remembered what his mother had gone through. He realized, perhaps too late, that women suffer most at the hands of those closest to them, not strangers.

So, with cold eyes and sunken cheeks, he barks at you to leave. Tells you to piss off. Pushes you away.

And it breaks his heart even more… because he sees that flicker in your eyes.

Not happiness.

But relief, tinged with sadness.

JAEGYEON NA

It started with sneak attacks. Then came the tracking. He thought he had it all under control, but no, he was still just a young man. And how much can one young man protect?

Still, for you, he tried. Went above and beyond.

But it was never enough.

They kept tabs on you. Your name was still on their lips. James Lee, that bastard—even said your name.

So Jaegyeon made a decision.

With a heavy heart and a swollen cheek, after you'd slapped him in disbelief when he said it:

He was bored of you.

You stood there, horrified.

But he knew this lie was safer than the truth.

You left in silence.

Later, alone in his car, he broke down.

Fists clenched, voice trembling, tears falling, he cursed the world again and again, for being so damn cruel.

JINRANG

After losing his brother and comrades, he refused to lose you too. He couldn't bear the thought of standing at your funeral.

But what good was his strength now? With only one hand left to fight, how could he protect you?

So he begged you. Pleaded with you to find someone better. Someone whole.

Even as you told him again and again that you only wanted him, he stood his ground. Said he couldn’t bear to watch you get hurt. He said he’d rather lose you now than forever.

Tears streaked down his face as he broke, and for the first time, you did what you never thought you could: you let go.

JICHANG KWAK

He told you plainly, straight and simple, that he couldn’t be the man you could spend your life with. Not even in the countryside.

Holding your hand firmly, he said it couldn’t go on like this. His dream had always been to keep you and his brothers safe and happy. But reality was cruel, and he couldn’t keep dragging you into this muddy world, no matter how loudly his heart screamed otherwise.

And so, he got on his knees, not to propose, but to explain. A desperate, trembling explanation for why he had to let you go. He was on his knees, but for all the wrong reasons.

You just stood there, dazed. You didn’t cry. You didn’t scream. You simply said your goodbyes, knowing, deep down, that he meant it with love.

SEONGJI YUK

The Shaman was spiraling, sending people, monsters. God knows what. And that last kid? Seongji barely won.

So what happens next time?

That fear festered into resolve. He made the decision: he had to let you go.

Coldly, bluntly, he told you to stop playing house. To get the hell out of there.

And you, furious, heartbroken, you threw his deepest insecurity back in his face. Told him an animal like him would never be able to hold on to happiness.

Then you left.

Left behind the man.

Left behind the broken thing.

And Seongji collapsed onto the floor, tears soaking into the dirt as he cried, for everything he ruined and loved.

TAESOO MA

It was frustrating. Agonizing. Humiliating.

No matter how hard he trained, no matter how far he pushed himself,he could never defeat James Lee. That bastard remained out of reach, untouchable.

And now, it wasn’t just about him anymore. New enemies were rising on the horizon. A war was brewing on the sidelines. And in war, people became animals. In war, decency wasn’t even an afterthought.

So, after returning from Busan, bloodied, weary, and too aware of the stakes, Taesoo made a decision.

As a man who truly loved you, as someone who once vowed to protect you at all costs, he chose to do the hardest thing.

Let you go.

Even if it meant playing the villain.

Even if it meant watching you cry, scream, beg.

Even if it meant you’d hate him.

Because in the long run, he believed, no, he knew, you’d be safer, happier without him.

And that’s what love meant to him.

[in-my-loki-feels]

When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let's spread the self-love 💞

Also thank you to @blackbirdofasgard and @lokimobius for sending an ask as well! <3 I think I may have done something like this before so there might be repeats, but it's hard to leave some of these off when they truly are favorites.

Love What's Gone | T, 11k, Modern, no powers AU

Mobius is a group grief counselor. Loki won’t admit that he’s grieving. This is their story of healing.

A Desperate Play for Control | E, 53.9k, Avengers AU

What If... Mobius worked at S.H.I.E.L.D. when Loki invaded New York? When Loki arrives to take the Tesseract, he conscripts an additional ally to his cause, one perplexingly determined to look after his well-being. It isn’t just the scepter compelling Mobius; it’s the hollowed out, hunted look his new boss has. As the war approaches, they inevitably grow closer, but what happens when the fighting is done and there are no more orders to follow?

In A Fever Until the End | E, 10k, Cowboy AU

Three months have come and gone since the outlaw Loki Laufeyson slipped out of Sheriff Mobius’ house into the growing dawn. Mobius has just about given up hope on seeing him again when who should show up at the most inconvenient time?

Take What You Need, E, 9.6k, President Loki/Don AU

President Loki and Don are navigating the bumps in their relationship. A power-restricting collar provides an opportunity for an exploration of trust and control.

No Time For Love, Dr. Bones | T, 6.4k, President Loki/Indy Bones AU

Four times the infamous archeologist/professor Dr. Indianapolis "Indy" Bones ran from President Loki and the one time he didn’t get away.

It's always fun to revisit fics so thank you for the chance to do that! I put some thoughts behind my choices below, if anyone is curious.

No list is complete without the Avengers AU! I poured heart and soul into that one and had so much fun working with @wolfpup026 that it's going to be topping the charts for a while. 🥺💕 And of course I had to pick something from my (many) AUs because they're all dear to me. The Pres/Indy fics are so much fun to write, and cowboy Lokius make me feral! For the AU that started it all, I was torn between Let Me See You and Take What You Need (aka the collar fic), but I think I listed the former last time. Plus, I am really pleased that I was able to get through the point I was stuck on with Take What You Need and show another step in Pres and Don's ever-evolving relationship.

Then there's the grief counselor AU, a fic I never expected to write but one that continues to be a favorite of mine. It's probably the most raw thing I've written for any fandom and I was so nervous about how it would land, but I've received some incredible comments on that one that make me glad I stuck with the idea (despite always saying "I don't write angst" 🤭)

[yvesssssssss]

I'm a big Gaku Fan, and I love the way you write about him! So my request would be, how would Gaku react If the reader did a cosplay out of his favorite videogame character. Since RE is the only game he had mentioned by so far, you can take the liberty of choosing any female character from the game (Althought Ada Wong would do the trick I think LMAO)

He would be summerged into his games till reader comes to his room. Thank you 💕🙏 makes me curious how would he react

۶ৎLeon who? I've got you

—gaku

Sorry this took so long😭 i finally worked up the courage to write again, so.. here it is lol. Thnak you for being patient with me!🥹🫶

The door creaked open, but Gaku didn’t look up.

He was hunched over on the floor, console controller in hand, eyes practically glowing in the dark. The screen was full of static and decay—he was midway through Resident Evil 4, shotgun shells low, health bar critical. A snack wrapper clung to his hoodie sleeve like it lived there now. He hadn't moved from this spot in four hours.

“You’re gonna rot if you keep sitting there like that,” you said gently.

“...So what,” he muttered, barely registering your voice. “I die the way I lived. Surrounded by zombies.”

You smirked, stepping fully into the room. The soft thud of your heels echoed as you walked closer—slow, steady, confident. You knew what you were doing.

Gaku was mid-reload when his peripheral vision twitched. Something red. Tight. Dangerous.

He blinked once.

Twice.

Then, finally, he froze—finger hovering above the trigger.

“…Wait,” he said blankly. “Why do you look like you’re about to kill me.”

You stood there in full-on Ada Wong cosplay—sleek red dress, holster, black gloves, hair done just right. You even had the thigh strap. The sunglasses. The walk.

He stared at you.

You stared back.

Then, dead serious, he said:

“...Did I die in-game and end up in hell? Be honest.”

You raised a brow. “Nope. This is your room. Just thought I’d visit.”

Gaku said nothing for three solid seconds. Then:

“Okay. Don’t move. You’ll break the immersion.”

You tilted your head. “Immersion?”

He slowly lowered the controller, eyes still locked on you like you were some kind of rare cutscene he unlocked by accident.

“You look like a boss character. Like I’m gonna shoot a rocket at you and you’re gonna deflect it with your heels.”

He stood up stiffly, a little too fast. “...Can I touch the dress?”

“You’re not gonna explode if you do,” you said with a laugh.

“Bold of you to assume I won’t.” He reached out, gently pinched the edge of your sleeve. “Yup. This is real. Definitely real. I’m either dreaming, or I have the most powerful girlfriend in the world.”

You leaned in. “I figured since you’re always in your games, I’d give you a reason to log off.”

Gaku blinked at you again. Then, suddenly, his eyes widened like something clicked.

“...Wait. Are we gonna—roleplay?”

You rolled your eyes. “Calm down, gamer.”

He raised his hands in surrender. “Okay okay okay. Just asking. I’d have brought props. Like a fake parasite egg or something.”

You stared at him.

He stared back, deadpan.

“…I was joking,” he added. Then under his breath: “Kinda.”

You sat down on his bed with a leg crossed and gave him that classic Ada smirk. “You gonna keep staring, or are you gonna pause your game and hang out?”

Gaku looked from you to his paused screen.

Then shut the console off with zero hesitation.

“No offense to Leon, but uh—yeah, I’m not letting this DLC walk out the door.”

He walked over, plopped onto the floor beside you like a cat who suddenly decided this was his new favorite spot.

“…I think I love you more than instant ramen,” he said seriously.

“Is that your idea of romance?”

He leaned his head back to rest against your thigh.

“Dead serious. That’s like top-tier.”

You laughed, fingers threading through his hair.

“Cool,” he mumbled. “Next time I’ll cosplay as Leon. I’ll need a jacket. And like, a gun. A fake one, probably. Unless…”

“Gaku—no.”

“Right, right. Fake. Obviously.”

[luvendiary]

stealthy / h. haddock

hiccup haddock iii x reader

request: EEEJDHJS your writing ALWAYS has me giggling and kicking my feet LIKE ACKSJSS MWAH /p I wanted to try and request a HTTYD oneshot on where us and the gang are on a mission and fighting off dragon hunters as usual BUT hiccup finally witness us being a total badass since we never like to team up with anyone and be alone and stuff and he’s like ‘wow, that’s a hot badass woman right there on the spot-‘ and we get hurt in the process but still carry on and hiccup takes care of us after.🤭 You can choose the dragon species if you want! AKDNDJ YOU CAN TAKE YOUR TIME WITH THIS💕

a/n: thank you for your request. i had a lot of fun with this one. let me know if you like it!

It was supposed to be an easy mission. A simple raid. Go in, release the dragons, and get out. But as always, your friends had a knack for a dramatic entrance.

Hiccup had gone first, the rest waiting for his signal to prance out of the shadows. You, hidden in plain sight, watched along with your dragon as a guard seemed to take notice of Hiccup's presence. He squinted his eyes, trying to make out what exactly it was he was seeing amidst the fog. He drew his lantern closer, but there was no need to, as not a moment later Hiccup’s blade ignited, giving his faint outline now more visibility.

“What are you?” the guard asked, his voice trembling slightly.

Hiccup, ever so dramatically, placed his finger near his mouth and shushed the guard. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

Apparently, that had been Toothless’s signal to make himself known. A deep growl came from behind the guard, and his bioluminescent scales showed the small man exactly what he was up against.

Before things could get any worse for him, he decided to enact his attack on Hiccup. Forcefully thrusting his spear to him. Your boyfriend managed to evade his maneuver easily and unarmed the man without much effort.

In a panic, the guard threw his lantern at him, making it shatter completely against his suit. Fire consuming the wood beneath his feet and catching on to his suit.

“You dumbass,” you muttered to yourself as you secured your helmet, ready to come in at any given moment.

“He does love a dramatic entrance,” Valka whispered, perched next to you as you both watched him walk theatrically amongst the flames with Toothless by his side. “A demon!” the guard screamed.

Hiccup’s confident demeanor promptly fell as he started hushing the guard. “No, no! I’m not a demon” he whispered frantically. “I’m not a demon”

As he said so, he removed his helmet and the ash-cloth that had been previously covering his mouth and nose. “See! Just a guy!”

The guard did not seem appeased by this and frantically tried to scurry away as Hiccup persecuted him. “Just a guy!” he repeated. “Here to rescue these dragons,” he gestured towards the iron cages all around the ship.

“You walked through fire!” he screamed at him, now sweaty from a mixture of the heat and his nerves.

“Dragon scales!” Hiccup explained reassuringly. “Dragons shed a lot.”

“Oh I know a demon when I see one!” the stubborn man continued to scream as he stumbled backwards.

From your vantage point you saw a large shadow appear from behind him. It took no time to realize that it was Snotlout with a dramatic entrance of his own. Hookfang was completely on fire, as the guard kept on mumbling about how those were not human legs.

“You might want to get in there soon,” Valka chuckled next to you as you adjusted the saddle on your dragon. You hummed in agreement as you heard Snotlout chant about how he made a better entrance before setting himself on fire.

“I knew it!” the guard yelled. “More demons!” as Snotlout ran around in pain, trying to put out the fire eating his suit from behind.

“That’s really just a nitwit,” Hiccup sighed. “Forgot to fireproof his butt-”

“Behold!” another voice came from the darkness. Ruff and Tuff.

“Your worst nightmare!” Tuffnut called out as their two-headed dragon lowered its head, setting them down on the floor of the ship.

“Behold-” Ruffnut echoed.

“Along with his sister who insisted on coming!” he interrupted her.

“That’s my introduction?!” she whined.

Not a moment too soon, Astrid swept in, her dragon’s mouth filled with water as she spit it out all over Snotlout, effectively extinguishing the fire he had been spreading.

“Gross!” the boy cried out as he stared down at himself.

“Too soon guys! You always come in too soon-” Hiccup called out to the twins, interrupted by Fishlegs clumsily tumbling down towards the dack and crash-landing.

“Again with the baby?” Astrid asked as she expertly dismounted Stormfly and joined them.

“Sorry, she’s still getting the hang of her wings,” the chubby boy replied as a baby Gronkle perused around the ship clumsily.

“This is a raid,” Hiccup complained. “Find a sitter.”

Amongst all the chaos, the guard had been promptly forgotten. He hid away in the shadows, trying to go unnoticed. However you wouldn’t allow that. You swept in, your dragon grabbing his head with their claws and slamming it against one of the metal cages.

You heard your name being called, relief evident in Hiccup's voice. “I had him right where I wanted him,” he chuckled as he approached you, whilst contracting his fire blade.

You stretched your back and rolled your neck. “And now he’s right where I wanted him!” you replied cheerily. “Let’s get to work,” you said as you patted his shoulder.

He couldn’t help but to look at you with admiration for a second.

“Okay, we screw that up. But at least no one else knows we’re here,” he said, signaling instructions to the riders on which direction to take.

Just as the words left his mouth, alarms blared through the ship, and from the shadows, more men emerged, weapons drawn.

“Spoke too soon,” you muttered, already reaching for your weapon.

Toothless, right on cue, appeared at Hiccup's side just as he unsheathed his sword.

“Get the dragons out of here!” he ordered and you immediately jumped to action.

You wasted no time and with a running start you planted your staff into a broken railing, using it as a lever to launch yourself into the air. The momentum sent you soaring high above the fight, twisting midair as you aimed for the largest group of hunters.

You came down like thunder. Your staff crashed into the nearest hunter’s head, knocking him out cold before you spun, striking another square in the gut. As they stumbled, you twisted, taking the opportunity to open the cages.

With no time to lose you slid the iron bar containing the dragons, swiftly jumping on to the next cage.

The freed dragons wasted no time. A Monstrous Nightmare burst from its cage in a ball of fire, sending hunters scrambling. A Gronckle barreled forward, knocking the guards aside like ragdolls.

It was a dance-like trance the way you skillfully made your way through the chaos. No change in your expression and every movement perfectly calculated. To Hiccup it would always be wonderful looking at you in that state. It was beautiful and dangerous.

“You can gawk later,” you chimed in, breaking him out of his trance as you forced the blunt end of your staff upon the head of a man who fully intended to beat Hiccup to a pulp.

“You promise?,” he replied with a grin as he stepped over the man’s unconscious body and swung an arm around you while you walked away.

“Duck,” you said. He immediately obeyed as you swung on your staff and kicked a guard who had been sneaking up on you.

“You bitch!” he groaned in pain.

“Hey, apologize to the lady!” Hiccup said as he discarded the used oil cartridge in his sword and put in another one. “Geez, people nowadays,” you mumbled as you opened yet another cage, setting the dragon free.

Just in time, Toothless came down the ship, persecuting a group of hunters. Hiccup cut their path, his sword ablaze.

The terrified men looked for any way out of their current predicament and took a sharp left, walkin in the cage you had just opened. With a swift swing of his tail, Toothless closed it shut.

“Thank you,” Hiccup said as he rubbed the dragon’s snout. “Now go get the rest bud.” Obediently, he jumped up onto the cages and like a cat, disappeared into the shadows.

“I thought this was supposed to be a stealth mission,” you said as you geared up once again, standing next to Hiccup.

“Yeah, they always start that way.”

Just as Hiccup was about to signal the retreat, a hunter lunged from the shadows, aiming straight for you. Reacting quickly, you spun on your heel, staff meeting his weapon with a sharp clang. You knocked him back, but before you could finish him off, Hiccup’s sword swung in from the side, cutting through the air and forcing the hunter to retreat.

“We’ve got all the dragons!” Astrid called over the chaos. “We need to move out!”

“Everyone, back to the sky!” Hiccup commanded, swinging onto Toothless. The gang obeyed, dragons lifting off one by one. You turned to follow, but just as you took a step, something heavy wrapped around your ankle.

A chain.

Before you could react, the hunter yanked hard. Pain shot through your leg as you were ripped from your feet and slammed into the deck. A sickening crack echoed through the air.

Your vision blurred, but you forced yourself up, adrenaline pushing past the pain. The hunter sneered, stepping closer. “Not so tough now, are you?”

You gritted your teeth, shifting your weight despite the searing pain in your foot. Your staff spun in your hands, and with a desperate swing, you aimed for his legs. He stumbled, giving you just enough time to struggle against the chain.

You tried to stand but immediately came tumbling down, as your foot would not allow your whole weight to rest on it. You screamed out in pain, trying to claw your way to the ledge of the ship. Your dragon made its way to you, trying to help you up, but with the thick chain still wrapped around your foot, their wallows and struggles were in vain.

You barely registered your name being called out, followed by a dropping figure from the sky -Hiccup.

“Get out of here!” you screamed as you tried to stand once again. Your breaths came heavy, hands shaking from the pain, but you refused to stay down.

With one final strike, Hiccup sent the hunter sprawling. He rushed to you, eyes wide with panic. “Are you okay?”

You were about to give him a response, but instead, a pained groan came out of your throat.

Without hesitation, Hiccup scooped you up into his arms and leapt onto Toothless. “I’ll take care of her,” he said to your dragon who had refused to leave your side. “Go!”

With hesitant eyes, and after a brief moment, they leaped into the air, joining the rest of the ridders.

As Toothless carried you both home, the wind rushed past, cooling your skin. You groaned, shifting slightly in Hiccup’s arms.

“Are you okay?”

You winced. “Broke my foot. But I’ll live.”

“That hunter was an absolute bastard. I swear, if I see him again—”

Hiccup chuckled. “You mean if you hobble over to him?”

You scowled. “I had it handled.”

“You were on the ground.”

“Temporarily.”

He laughed again, shaking his head. “You are something else.”

By the time you reached Berk, the pain had settled in, and Hiccup wasted no time getting you back to his hut. He set you down carefully, grabbing a cloth and some water as he examined your foot.

“You’re terrible at taking it easy,” he muttered, wrapping the injury with careful hands.

You smirked through the discomfort. “You’re terrible at stealth missions.”

He sighed, shaking his head, but there was something fond in his expression. “Just… let me take care of you for once, alright?”

For once, you didn’t argue.

[cheftsunoda]

baeeeee!!!! i absolutely love your writing and am constantly checking tumblr for your new posts!! could i request an poly!landoscar fic, maybe a younger sainz sister or something?

love love love your work <33

just keep watching — ln4 & op81

smau + blurbs

lando norris x !popstar sainz reader x oscar piastri

carlos sainz x !popstar sister reader

yn sainz has been hiding something—well two very big things. two boyfriends…who happen to race alongside her very own big brother. yn, lando and oscar happened to start out very casually— all hooking up from time to time and then suddenly all realizing their feelings for each other. she had every intention of keeping this from carlos for as long as possible but when asked to write multiple songs for the f1 movie soundtrack —will this secret be exposed ?

fc : tate mcrae

(a/n) : omg anon ur making me blush. love u smmmm and i hope you love this. worked extra hard on it for uuuu;)

im extremely behind on requests guys i apologize, staying up to work on them as we speak.

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yn_sainz : getting inspired for @/f1movie — thank you for trusting me with the soundtrack ;)

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lando : how am i supposed to recover from this 🧍🏼‍♂️

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carlossainz55 : out lando

yn_sainz : you know if i marry lando he will officially be a sainz

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carlossainz55 : when i said i wanted him to be a part of the family— i meant married to me

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yn_sainz : giving the girls and the gays just want they want in time for pride month 💕

iamrebeccad : my girlllll you look so good😍

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yn_sainz : my beccaaaa ily

carlossainz55 : Tu música es la única razón por la que veré esta película. (your music is the only reason i will watch the film.)

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yn_sainz : aren’t you contractually obligated to watch it and like it?

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carlossainz55 : well yes but i will not sleep during it to hear your music :)

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yn_sainz : best brother ever

alexandrasaintmleux : omg the seatbelt dress. YOU ARE UNREAL

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yn_sainz : i giggle and kick my feet every time your in my comment section mama

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franciscagomes : they could not have picked anyone better for this. i am OBSESSED with you bbg

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yn_sainz : my baby angel. love you sm it hurts

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yukitsunoda0511 : let her cook 🔥

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charles_leclerc : can we all agree this soundtrack will be the only thing to save this movie??

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pierregasly : yeppp

maxverstappen1 : this soundtrack will be the only good part of this disaster

oscarpiastri : agreed

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alexalbon : mhm mhm— she eats every time

yn_sainz : omg ily all. my own personal hype squad

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lewishamilton : Who designed the seatbelt dress? Asking for a friend.

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yn_sainz : @/yourstylist — the fashion god himself is summoning you

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yourstylist : right here sir 🧎‍♀️

mclaren : still a mclaren fan yn? we see the orange👀

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yn_sainz : once a papaya girl…always a papaya girl.

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There’s something dangerous about writing with them in the room. The studio is dim and quiet—except for the slow beat looping through the monitors and the occasional click of my pen against the notebook. Lando’s lounging in the producer’s chair, spinning in slow circles like he’s not the most distracting person alive. Oscar’s next to me on the velvet couch, one leg stretched out, head tilted just enough to catch the track’s rhythm with a lazy nod. They’re pretending to be chill. I know better.

“Are you seriously writing that line?” Lando asks, squinting at my notebook. “cute jeans, take mine off me’?”

Oscar lets out a low laugh nodding towards me, “You’re not even being subtle anymore.”

I smirk, not looking up. “Was I ever?”

There’s silence after that—charged and weighty. The kind that settles on bare skin and stays there. I press play again, the track filling the room with slow, sultry percussion. It sounds like sweat and headlights. Like secrets you don’t say out loud. Lando leans forward, elbows on his knees, completely focused now. Oscar’s eyes flick to the lyrics I’m scribbling down. Oscar exhales through his nose like he just read my mind. Lando’s already grinning.

“Okay,” he murmurs, voice lower now. “Now that’s definitely about us.”

I don’t deny it. Lando comes around behind me, sliding his hand lightly down my arm as he looks over my shoulder. Oscar doesn’t move, but I feel his gaze on me—heavy, warm.

“You know this is going to give everything away, right?” he says, lips curving into a slow smile.

“That’s kind of the point,” I murmur, hitting record. “They wanted something real.”

“And this…” Oscar says, voice smooth as silk. “Is very real.”

Oscar had pulled me onto his lap, claiming it was for “creative proximity.” Lando was behind me again, arms braced on either side of the chair, whispering things that definitely weren’t safe for work. The next song started playing slowly in the background.

“This one,” Lando murmured, his lips brushing my ear, “is going to ruin people.”

Oscar chuckled against my neck. “You mean expose people.”

My laugh came out softer than intended, half-caught in the thick air of the studio. I should’ve told them to back off. I should’ve reminded them we weren’t alone in the building. But then Lando’s fingers trailed down my ribs, Oscar’s hands tightening around my hips, and suddenly, I didn’t really care about common sense. Or studio policies. Or—

“Okay! Let’s lay down that chorus again before—”

The door swung open.

The three of us froze like a deleted scene from a movie that definitely wasn’t PG-13. My producer, Mark, stood in the doorway with a stack of notes… and the slow, dawning expression of someone realizing they just walked into a live scandal.

His eyes bounced from me on Oscar’s lap, to Oscar, to Lando who had his hand on the hem of my shirt.

No one spoke.

Mark blinked. “Am I… interrupting something that violates several contracts?”

Lando cleared his throat. “Um. Maybe.”

Oscar, ever the picture of calm, nodded once. “We were working.”

Mark held up a hand. “Nope. Not my business. Don’t need the details. I’ll pretend I didn’t see it if you give me the track by tomorrow and—oh my god that is Carlos’s little sister.”

I slid off Oscar’s lap, cheeks flushed. “You didn’t see anything.”

“I definitely saw everything,” Mark muttered, turning on his heel. “This movie’s going to kill me.”

The door slammed shut. Lando started laughing first—then Oscar joined in, low and smug. I groaned, dragging a hand down my face.

“This is so going to come back to haunt us.”

Oscar smirked. “Not if the song’s good enough.”

Lando winked. “And babe, it will be.”

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yn_sainz : first track out for @/f1movie— sports car is now yours ;) tysm to my fave mclaren drivers for driving and being eye candy in this video 🧡

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lando : almost crashed the car once for cinematic tension :)

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yn_sainz : no you almost crashed because you were staring at my boobs

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lando : trueeee 🗣️

username00 : SHBDSHFDB lando

username5 : he is so real for that

oscarpiastri : professional eye candy is going on my resume fs

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lando : let’s not pretend you haven’t already used that

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yn_sainz : you both are delusional but ur hot so ill let it slide

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carlossainz55 : what am i seeing and hearing rn

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yn_sainz : excellence ✨

carlossainz55 : you do realize that i am also an f1 driver and have been considered eye candy and i am always available for music videos

yn_sainz : who told this man he is eye candy?? his ego is much too big now.

carlossainz55 : once i find who this song is about i am choking him out on sight

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charles_leclerc : highkey insulted that i was not asked to audition.

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yn_sainz : maybe the next one charlieeee

hattiepiastri : didn’t even realize oscar was in the video— i was too busy staring at you 😍

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oscarpiastri : fair

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yn_sainz : my hattie🥺 ily

lilymhe : holyyy shit. bring yourself to me rn

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yn_sainz : omw bbg

alexalbon : not even mad you’re trying to steal my gf for once— i understand.

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mclaren : oh we LOVE this. on repeat 🔥🧡

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username00 : are we all ignoring the comments between yn, oscar and lando??? and the fact she asked THEM to be in the MV??

username15 : probs just some publicity thing for the movie

username00 : she is literally singing about having sex in car as both of them drive her around in a mclaren

carlossainz55 : ay dios mío. this is about sex??? YN!!!

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yn_sainz : 😁

yukitsunoda0511 : oh but when i wear a bra under my suit its a PROBLEM

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yn_sainz : fuck the fia. wear that bra my short king

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I should’ve known the second my stylist left the race suit zipped halfway down that Lando would forget we were on set.

“You’re doing that on purpose,” he muttered, eyes glued to my chest.

“She literally designed it to be like this.” I replied, adjusting the collar. “Relax.”

“Not possible,” he said, and then looked dead into the camera like he was breaking the fourth wall about heartbreak and horniness.

The director called action. Lando was supposed to be walking past me, all casual, “just a teammate.” Instead, he lingered. Looked me up and down. Smirked.

“Again,” the director sighed. “And this time, Lando, act like you’re not in love with her.”

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Oscar kept saying he was “just getting the angles right” as we filmed the interior shots in the McLaren. I knew he was lying. He’d already nailed the shot three takes ago.

But he didn’t stop. Take 4, he adjusted the rearview to focus directly on my chest. Take 5, his hand brushed my thigh when he shifted. Take 6, he asked me if the lyrics were about him. He already knew they were.

“You’re trouble,” I whispered between takes.

He smiled without looking at me. “I prefer the term muse.”

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It was meant to be one quick shot, me by the edge of the pool at night, hair wet, dress clinging, headlights shining in the background.

It became so much more when Oscar—still fully dressed—walked into frame and sat beside me, like he belonged there. He looked at the director, then at me, and just said, “Is it cool if I jump in?”

Before anyone could answer, he did. Seconds later, Lando followed. No hesitation. No cue. Just chaos. They both grabbed my arms gently and pulled me down into the water. I hear them both giggling as I resurface. Suddenly, I was sandwiched between two soaking wet McLaren drivers in designer clothes under a sky full of stars, laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe.

“None of this is making the final cut,” someone mumbled behind the monitor.

It did.

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The hotel room was quiet in that specific way only a long shoot day could bring. The kind of quiet where your body is sore, your adrenaline is still humming, and your skin feels too aware of everything. I was in one of their hoodies. I didn’t even check whose. It smelled like cologne and sugar, warm from the body that had worn it last. Oscar was stretched out on the bed, scrolling through behind-the-scenes footage, half-asleep. Lando was sitting beside me on the floor, his head against my thigh, tracing slow patterns on my knee with his fingers. No one was talking. Not really. We didn’t need to. The shoot had been long. Too many close scenes. Too many almost-kisses that weren’t acting. The line had stopped existing three days ago.

“Didn’t look fake today,” Lando said quietly, almost to himself.

I looked down at him. “What?”

He tilted his head toward the footage. “The way you looked at us. In the scene where you turn around in the car. That wasn’t scripted.”

My throat tightened. “Neither was your hand on my neck.”

Oscar hummed from the bed. “Or me whispering that line in your ear.”

I turned toward him. He was watching me now, eyes sharp and soft all at once.

“And yet,” he said, “you didn’t stop us.”

I didn’t.

Lando shifted closer, his voice quieter now. “Do you want us to?”

That silence again. The kind that stretched between three people who already knew the answer.

I reached for Oscar first—slow, careful, fingers brushing his. His breath hitched, just once. Then I looked down at Lando, still at my knee, still waiting.

“No,” I said finally, steady and sure. “I really, really don’t.”

They didn’t move all at once. It wasn’t rushed. It was deliberate. Certain. Oscar pulled me up into his lap. Lando moved behind me, arms sliding around my waist like he’d done it a thousand times. And when their lips found mine—one after the other, then together—it wasn’t acting.

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yn_sainz : oh this is a good one— track 02 just keep watching is yours now. two of my fave drivers may have helped direct to make it more authentic ;)

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oscarpiastri : this was the best day of my life.

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yn_sainz : not even your first race win?

oscarpiastri : no i still stand by my statement

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username10 : kick all men out of f1– this is all i want to see

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carlossainz55 : i am BEGGING for you to post normal content on the internet

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lando : i think what she is posting is simply lovely

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yn_sainz : block me then carlitos ❤️

charles_leclerc : alex and i are still speechless

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alexandrasaintmleux : started drooling ngl

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georgerussell63 : what exactly did they help direct yn??

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yn_sainz : movement, angles, realism

lando : oscar had a vision

oscarpiastri : i am an artist

maxverstappen1 : that’s it. i’ve seen enough. put her in an f1 car. give her someone’s spot idc who.

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username00 : did no one hear oscar and lando at 2:41??

username15 : “you like being watched, don’t you??” DSBSBBFVSID

username17 : “you know she does” holy shit i’m on the floor

username8 : the end of the song is literally a threesome idc what anyone says

carlossainz55: yn answer the fucking phone rn

charles_leclerc : this information just ruined my life

pierregasly : i’d like to take a moment of silence for carlos

yukitsunoda0511 : rest in stress @/carlossainz55.

danielricciardo : really?? when i leave you all decide to get interesting

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twitter!

Y/N Sainz’s new track “just keep watching” ends with whispered lines from Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri—and the internet is spiraling.

“You like being watched, don’t you?”

“you know she does.”

Fans are calling it “an audio threesome,” and Carlos Sainz is reportedly “not okay.” F1: The movie has never sounded so— good.

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username00 : the tiktok edits with this outro are getting VIOLENT. why is my phone steamy.

username10 : i’ve never paused a song so fast and then restarted it 11 times.

username15 : me listening to the outro in public and suddenly forgetting how to breathe 💀

username20 : carlos deserves financial compensation. and noise-cancelling headphones.

username25 : my therapist will be hearing about this. twice.

username30 : why do i feel like we just accidentally listened to a private moment 😭😭

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It was supposed to be a clean, slow pull-off shot—me walking toward the camera in full gear, smoke behind me, visor down. Easy. Dramatic. Cinematic. I got halfway through the take, tugged the helmet off… and heard Lando exhale just off-set, low and deliberate, right as I shook my hair out.

“Really?” I snapped, turning toward him.

He held his hands up innocently. “Sorry. Just… very immersed in the moment,” he smirked. “Didn’t realize breathing was banned.”

The director was giggling into his sleeve. Oscar just muttered, “She’s gonna kill you,” and handed me a water.

We reshot it five times. Lando never left the monitor again—but I did catch him grinning every single take after.

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The bodysuit was already risky. Add in the stacks of tires and a full split? I was committed. But what I didn’t account for was Oscar’s voice. I slid into position, nailed the pose, eyes to camera, and then—

“Flexibility noted,” he murmured behind the lens.

My back tensed, legs wobbled, and I nearly fell into a pile of tires. The entire crew went silent. Then I heard Lando choke on his water.

“Oscar!” I hissed.

He blinked, way too calm. “Just observing. For realism.”

I didn’t recover for two takes. He didn’t stop smirking the rest of the shoot.

—

The head harness was meant to be a cheeky nod to F1 training. But paired with the fact that I was barely wearing clothes, it quickly turned into something else. I walked on set, adjusting the strap, and caught both boys staring.

“This feels illegal,” Oscar muttered.

Lando tilted his head. “We might need one of those just for the bedroom.”

“You say that like you’d be wearing it,” I shot back.

“Maybe I would,” he grinned. “Take turns?”

Oscar snorted. “We are so not making it through this video without getting fined for something.”

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I walked into the hair and makeup tent balancing a coffee, still half-asleep, robe barely tied, and absolutely not expecting to see either of them there. Especially not already in the chairs—Oscar getting a scratch near his lip covered, and Lando with a stylist brushing powder off his jawline like he was a Vogue cover. They both looked up at the same time. And froze.

“Well,” Lando said slowly, dragging his eyes down my legs like I wasn’t wearing nothing but lace and a production-issued robe, “you’re clearly taking the ‘pop star’ role very seriously.”

“You’re in my tent,” I shot back, raising an eyebrow. “I’m the one contractually allowed to show skin here.”

Oscar didn’t even blink. He just stared straight at me and said, “You look good. Stay right there for a second.”

“For what, exactly?” I asked, sipping my coffee with a smirk.

“Inspiration,” he replied, casual as ever, while the poor makeup artist tried not to combust in the corner.

“This feel professional to you?” I teased, walking past them toward my station, very aware of two pairs of eyes on my legs.

“Deeply unprofessional,” Lando said with a grin. “But very on-brand for this production.”

The stylist finally broke and muttered under her breath, “Do you three need a minute?”

We didn’t answer. But I caught Oscar smirking in the mirror, and Lando leaning back like he fully intended to stay until my robe came off for camera.

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yn_sainz : opted for a semi normal photo dump for the sake of my brothers mental health <3 (psst also be prepared for my @/vogue magazine issue dropping tomorrow)

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carlossainz55 : thank you for considering me and my blood pressure mi hermana

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lando : allow me to remind you that she is wearing my number ;)

carlossainz55 : it’s up again. i feel the headache starting

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oscarpiastri : soooo proud of you

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yn_sainz : cutie pieeeee

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username00 : omggggg

lilymhe : omg i made the dump. i missed you sm

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yn_sainz : ofc you did. look at that adorable face.

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vogue : can confirm— she is the cover star and she is spilling EVERYTHING 👀

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maxverstappen1 : i love the fact that yn is in the f1 headlines more than carlos is

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yn_sainz : it’s a true win for the girls maxieeee

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carlossainz55 : wow yes thank you max 

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vogue : In our newest cover story, global pop sensation and breakout F1: The Movie creative force @ynsainz opens up like never before—spilling on the music that’s got everyone talking, the relationship that no one saw coming (but can’t stop watching), and the life she’s building far beyond the shadow of her famous last name.

Tap the link in bio to read the full story—trust us, she did not hold back. 💋🔥

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your interview with vogue

Vogue:

Let’s start with the obvious. The music video for Just Keep Watching broke the internet. The lyrics, the visuals, the outro—especially the outro. Everyone wants to know… was that Lando and Oscar?

YN : 

Yeah. That was them. No voice actors. No deepfakes. Just my two favorite distractions whispering into a mic and nearly crashing the soundboard in the process.

Vogue:

So… are you confirming the rumors?

YN : 

Oh, I’m not just confirming. I’m saying it loud now. I’m in a relationship—with both Lando and Oscar. It’s real. It’s healthy. It’s chaotic. And it’s the happiest I’ve ever been.

Vogue:

That’s a big reveal.

YN : 

It is. But honestly? It’s not that deep for us. We’ve been together for a while. We didn’t feel the need to perform it for the internet. But eventually, when we were making the music and the film, it just didn’t make sense to keep pretending we weren’t something more.

Vogue:

How did it start?

YN: 

Very slowly. Very unintentionally. We were friends first—like, real friends. And then one day I looked around the studio and realized I didn’t feel safe with anyone the way I do with them. And that they both… got me. In a way that didn’t feel like I had to split myself in half.

Vogue:

What’s something people would be surprised to know about the dynamic?

YN : 

That it’s incredibly normal. Like, painfully normal. We argue over coffee orders and who left their socks in my dressing room. Oscar reads the studio contracts like a lawyer. Lando puts Post-its on my mirror that say things like “hot girls sleep.” It’s not a spectacle—it’s a relationship. A real one.

Vogue:

What did your brother think when he found out?

YN : 

Carlos doesn’t actually know yet. No one does. Everyone was just assuming.

Vogue:

Do you worry about being judged?

YN : 

Sure. But people are going to judge you anyway. I’d rather be judged while living fully and honestly than watered down and exhausted trying to be “appropriate.” This is my life. Not a PR strategy.

Vogue:

What do they think of the music?

YN : 

They were there for all of it. Oscar actually helped cut the bridge on one of the songs. Lando insisted on the drums being louder in Just Keep Watching. They both sat with me during some very emotional writing sessions. They’re not just muses—they’re partners.

Vogue:

Final thoughts for fans?

YN : 

I think people assume love has to look one way. And I’m just here, hopefully showing that it doesn’t. We’re doing this our way—and honestly? It’s working beautifully.

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You’d think that dropping a literal bomb on the internet—like, oh I don’t know, a Vogue cover story hard-launching your relationship with two of Formula 1’s most talked-about drivers—might make a girl want to lie low. Maybe slink in through the back entrance. Maybe let Carlos scream into a pillow before seeing you in person. But no. Instead, I walked into the Movie release party flanked by Lando and Oscar, all three of us dressed like the headlines hadn’t exploded just twelve hours earlier. My hand was looped through Oscar’s arm, Lando was messing with the chain on my backless dress, and the photographers were already losing their minds before we’d even hit the carpet. I could feel the room pause when we walked in—like a glitch in the Matrix. People weren’t whispering. They were staring.

Carlos, standing by the bar with Charles and someone from Ferrari PR, did a double take so hard I thought he might pull something. He blinked, shook his head, and then turned to Charles, clearly mouthing, “IS THIS A JOKE?” It was not a joke.

Oscar leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Your brother looks like he just saw a ghost.”

“He looks like he wants to revoke my last name,” I muttered back, smiling through my teeth as a group of Red Bull mechanics subtly high-fived behind a champagne tower.

Lando? Oh, Lando just waved. Waved at Carlos like nothing in the world was wrong and said, way too cheerfully, “Hey mate! Good premiere, yeah?”

Carlos choked on his drink. We walked straight past him and into the center of the chaos, posing like nothing was out of place. Which, for us, it wasn’t. He stalked across the floor toward us—eyes flicking from Lando to Oscar to me—I knew the time had come.

“Can I talk to you?” he said, low and tight.

Oscar tried to politely step back. Lando straight-up mouthed good luck and escaped like the floor was lava. Carlos led me just off to the side, not enough for privacy but enough for the cameras to miss what was clearly about to be a moment.

“You couldn’t have given me a warning?”

I raised a brow. “About what, exactly? That I’m in love with two people who treat me like gold?”

He rubbed his face, clearly trying to process. “You could have told me before you told the entire world. I had to find out while scrolling Instagram in the paddock hospitality. Do you know how many group chats I was added to today?”

“I didn’t plan it like that,” I said softly. “It just… happened. And it felt like the right time to be honest. With everyone.”

He stared at me for a beat. “And this—this thing with them. It’s real?”

“As real as it gets.”

Carlos exhaled. Not angry. Not exactly thrilled. Just processing. “And they treat you right?”

“They adore me,” I said honestly. “They listen. They protect me. They love me—really love me.”

He went quiet again, eyes softening just enough.

“I still think they’re both idiots,” he muttered. “But if either of them hurts you—”

“Carlos.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know you are,” I smiled. “But they won’t. They haven’t.”

Finally, he pulled me into a hug, muttering into my hair, “You could’ve told me, YNN. I’m your brother.”

“I know. I was scared you’d go full overprotective.”

He snorted. “I am overprotective. That’s my job.”

“Then you’re doing great,” I teased. “But I’m okay. Really.”

Carlos pulled back, looked at me properly, and nodded. “Okay. Then I’ll support it. But just know—I’m watching them. Always.”

I smiled. “That’s fair.”

Then, of course, the rest of the grid descended like vultures.

“IS IT TRUE?” Pierre gasped dramatically, arriving with Charles and George in tow. “Carlos said nothing!”

“Did you seriously soft-launch a throuple in Vogue?” George asked, stunned.

“Honestly, power move,” Alex added, sipping champagne while Lily fist-bumped me.

Yuki pointed to Oscar. “I knew he was acting weird around you.”

“I wasn’t!” Oscar protested. “I was being normal!”

“That was not normal,” Lando chimed in, somehow now back with a drink in each hand like nothing happened.

“Wait,” Ollie  blinked, “so like… you’re all together? Like together-together?”

“Yes,” I said simply, reaching for Oscar’s hand and nudging Lando’s shoulder.

And just like that, the party shifted. The stares turned into smiles. The shock turned into buzz. And Carlos—my big brother who was still side-eyeing Oscar but with slightly less venom—stood by me like he always had.

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[milla-frenchy]

The outpost

1k0 | Joel Miller x fem reader | ao3 | masterlist Summary: you take advantage of an innocent soul to make Joel jealous during patrol Warnings: 18+ mdni. Secret relationship, jealous!Joel, possessive!Joel, exhibitionism (kinda), manhandling, pet names (baby, sweetheart), piv, cum eating. No age specified

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"What the fuck are you doing?" was written on Joel’s face when he heard you tell this guy that you were single.

But it was kind of Joel's fault, wasn't it? He was the one who wanted to keep your relationship a secret, having told you he didn’t want to disturb Ellie, while she was probably the least disruptive person in Jackson.

Maybe jealousy could ease him a little. The oldest trick in the book, even in the apocalypse.

So when you sneaked a peek at the patrol schedule in Joel's office and saw this new guy's name next to Tommy's, your interest rose. 

Mark joined Jackson a few weeks ago, and you already felt his eyes on you several times. Besides you could tell that your floral summer dress was his favorite outfit. Especially when you wore it with your cowboy boots. 

You hesitated only for a second before replacing Tommy’s name with yours.

"Why did you put your name on the beginners patrol?" Joel asked the next morning.

"I’m sure Tommy will be happy to spend more time with his family. And Mark seems to be such a nice guy!" you teased.

The color of Joel’s eyes darkened from soft brown to night black.

"He doesn't seem very bright," he bit back.

“Come on Joel, be nice. We were all rookies once," you replied, putting what you knew was his favorite smile on your face. "Even you, Joel Miller."

He scoffed, wrote “Joel” next to your names and followed you to the stables.

Your horses moved side by side while Joel stayed slightly behind. You glanced back from time to time, and Joel responded with a slight nod. 

When you reached the outpost, you showed Mark the log book, and Joel scanned the surroundings with his binoculars. You looked at him for a while, amazed by how handsome he was in that blue shirt. 

The conversation between you and Mark slowly got casual. Your lives before Jackson, your lives in Jackson. And not very subtly, he ended up asking if you were single. 

“Yes, I am,” you replied, eyeing Joel who suddenly stopped pacing the room and stared down at you sitting in an old wooden chair. He swallowed hard, his eyes filled with doubt and annoyance. 

It wasn’t Joel Miller at that moment, the man a lot of people in Jackson still feared. But just Joel, your Joel, and you wondered if you'd pushed his buttons too much, until possessiveness and jealousy took over in his gaze.

“Go check the area, Mark,” he said in a tone that left no room for discussion, grabbed your elbow as soon as the man left, and pressed you against the wall before kissing your neck.

“Single?” he scoffed, “I don’t think so,” he said as he nibbled your shoulder and placed his hand over your mouth.

“Shh, I need you to be quiet, ok? Say “Yes, Joel.”

“Yes Joel,” you whispered between his slightly spread fingers.

“Already done being a brat, uh?” he mocked, but instantly growled “Christ” when you licked his palm.

He pulled you into another room, slammed the door and made you bend over the table. Growing, he took your jeans and panties off hastily, then kicked your feet apart, spreading your legs. You pushed your ass out, offering him a view of your glistening cunt, begging to be claimed.

“That’s what all this was about?” he groaned. “To make me so damn jealous,” he hissed, pulling his jeans down mid-thigh. He bottomed out in one go, making you clench on his shaft and pant loudly.

“Shhh baby, be quiet. You don't want him to hear us, right? Just take it. Silently,” he grunted, thrusting in and out, his calloused hands buried in the flesh of your hips.

“Yeah, just like that, you always take me so well. Always let me use you, let me…. fuck! let me fuck you. Christ, you feel so good wrapped around me, you know this?”

You hummed, carried by his slow but firm pace. The one you preferred, that made you feel like your folds always struggled to welcome him every time he thrust in again. The one that always made you whimper and moan. You never got used to his girth, every fuck felt like it was your first with him.

“He's probably back now, you think he can hear us? Hear you whimper each time I stuff you full of my cock?” 

He grabbed your arms and kept them on the small of your back, using your body and pussy as he wished, his large paw holding your wrists easily.

“You think he's jacking off right now? Thinking about the cunt he can't have, because she's only mine?”

He released one of your hands, then said “come on, baby, give it to me. Let him hear you come on my cock.”

You brushed your clit for a few seconds before exploding, unable to stay totally quiet.

“Oh shit, yeah… shit! I bet he’s thinking about how good she is. And yet, he's got no fucking idea how perfect she is,” he growled, grabbing you and pressing your back against his chest, the sound of skin on skin slapping echoing in the room.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come. On your knees, baby… Oh fuck yeah, open up for me, shit. Oh fuck, I'm gonna…” he growled one last time, still fucking his shaft with his fist, the tip resting on your tongue, and then coated your throat in white.

You licked him clean, eyes raised towards him.

Did he know how wrapped around his finger you were? Did he know no man could make a place for himself in your life, in your bed? In your cunt?

“Here, sweetheart. Lemme help you,” he said, just before pushing his tongue between your lips and sharing a few drops of cum left in your mouth, his large, warm palms cupping your cheeks.

You left the room and saw Mark back. 

“She ain't single,” Joel gruffed. “Next time you’re going with Tommy.”

You smiled. The oldest trick in the book for sure.

Even in the apocalypse.

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[luveline]

jadey you write poly marauders in such a special way it feels so realistic i love it so much 🥹 how do you think it would go if reader and one of them get into a fight/argument? like how would it affect the overall dynamic? (if this inspires anything pls go for it 💕💕💕)

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Remus lays with his head on your shoulder, but he’s not happy about it. James and Sirius aren’t subtle. They’d forced the two of you together and yes, Remus has missed you, but he doesn’t want to speak to you and he’s sure you’re feeling the same. 

You have put your hand atop his, not holding but resting there. He might be forgiven. He hopes he’s forgiven, but he doesn’t forgive you, so. 

James has made Remus’ favourite popcorn, freshly popped and doused in butter and caramel he made himself with sugar over the hob. Remus takes great grateful handfuls, given the added benefit of James’ smug smiling. Each piece he eats is like James’ receiving a job well done, and Potter’s can’t help but preen. 

Sirius sneaks bits of it over you. You don’t eat any, pointedly, your leg on Sirius’ knee and your foot wagging constantly. Restless. Annoyed. 

“Will you be angry with each other forever?” Sirius asks. 

“Sirius.”  

“What? I’m just asking.” 

“You’re being abrupt,” James says. 

Remus sighs until they both stop talking. He doesn’t know how long you’ll be angry with one another. For him it seems to come and go, and it doesn’t always help that James is neutral about it while Sirius’ loudly complains that you’re not yet over it after a frosty weekend. He wishes one of them would’ve backed him up, but then, he can’t imagine how that would feel for you. It’s not like he wants you to be upset. It’s just an unfortunate consequence of the whole thing. 

You’d cried when you argued but you’d been angry, too, quipping at him with a sharp tongue, not afraid to say what you’d felt, just overwhelmed enough to come to tears. They weren’t, you know, devastated tears or anything, but Remus had felt a pit open where his stomach was supposed to be as Sirius (Sirius, and not James, which felt important at the time) curled his arm around you and encouraged you to take a breather. 

James had stayed, giving Remus a good hug as he’d murmured, “That got too heated, huh? You okay?” 

Remus gets weird about James. About all of you, but James had been his first crush, so sometimes he feels rather daunted in the face of his affection. James likes that he can make Remus blush, but nobody’s acted very fond these last few days. It’s weird. It’s all off. The love is still there, but it’s like everyone’s afraid of showing it. 

You argued about something Remus said, and you misunderstood, and then something you said and Remus understood very well. Never the end of the world, but Remus is stubborn. He shouldn’t be. 

Remus turns his hand slowly under yours. To his relief, you let him do it, sliding your fingers between his. 

He lifts his head a touch. You don’t look at him. Sirius grins from the other side of you, and Remus ignores him. 

You slip further down into the sofa, Remus going with you, the whole group of you tired from a weekend on eggshells. 

Having seemed rather far away for the afternoon, you begin to relax. You force Remus’ head up to tuck yourself into his neck. When the movie ramps into a loud scene of gunshots and high speed car chase, you lift your lips to his ear and say, “I’m sorry, Lupin, but don’t you ever speak to me like that again.” 

He’d bristle if you didn’t sound teasing. Remus squeezes your hand, turns to see your face, and whispers back. “I’ll talk to you any way I like.” You huff a laugh. He’s so pleased to see a smile on your face that his resentment drains away completely. “I’m sorry, too,” he says. 

You nod at him. You accept his apology as he’d taken yours. An hour of being sat arm to arm and a half hour of hand-holding has reminded you both how much you really, really like the other. 

“Can we kiss and make up?” James asks. 

“I think that’s usually saved for the arguing parties,” Remus says. 

“We can argue, if you like,” you tell James. 

“Shall we?” James asks. 

Sirius argues with Remus once a week at least —nothing serious— and he knows the potency of a rough makeup kiss, sending him a knowing, inviting smile. “We can argue, Moony,” he says. 

Remus hugs you with one arm. “I’ve had enough arguing. I’m never doing it again.” 

“Good. I’m very tired, playing peacekeeper and all,” James says, slouching away from everyone. “Exhausted, even.” 

“What shall we do to make it up for him?” Remus asks you, having quickly descended into sickly sweetness, a murmur pressed into your cheek. 

“What does he want?” 

“What do you want, James?” 

James sits up. “Well, it wasn’t just me, you know. Sirius has been comic relief two days running. He’s not usually this funny otherwise.” 

“I resent that.” 

“Luckily for you both, there’s two of us,” Remus says.

You laugh, because you know what Sirius will say before he says it. “No!” you say, lifting a foot to kick at his leg. 

“Don’t be so rude,” Sirius says, grabbing you by the ankle. 

James decides you’ll celebrate with a takeaway and Sirius decides he’ll pick which one for being so diligently well-behaved this weekend, leaving you and Remus alone for the first time all day. Things feel a bit more raw, less soothed, but not bad. Remus peels away from you to look at you properly. 

“You okay?” you ask. 

“I was about to ask you the same thing.” 

“I’m okay if you are.” 

Remus taps your under the jaw, a little to the left, encouraging you to turn your head. He kisses you on the cheek. 

In the kitchen, James and Sirius giggle like school kids. Somebody gets a good whack in with a tea towel, and the other shrieks. “You thing!” Sirius says. 

Remus feels your side shake with laughter.

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reaction to their s/o getting easily overstimulated by loud noises

Request: hiiii i love reading ur works!!! this is my first time requesting but i was curious to see if you could write ot13 svt x reader where the reader gets easily overstimulated??? especially with loud noises like talking/yelling? thank you so much!! 💕

Seungcheol: If the room is loud or someone’s yelling, he instantly notices your discomfort m. He’d take you away smoothly with a hand on your back. “Let’s take a break, yeah? Just you and me for a while.” He’d stay close, creating a peaceful bubble around you without much noise, rubbing circles on your back.

Jeonghan: He notices the small cues very quickly—your eyes darting, hands fidgeting. He’d lean in close, whispering, “Too much?” If you nod, he’ll either try his best to distract people to change the mood or slowly pull you away from that noisy space to somewhere quiet, brushing hair behind your ear.

Joshua: Gentleman. As soon as he hears the room getting too noisy or sees you shrinking in, he’s next to you, brushing your hand with his. “Hey, wanna step outside?” He’d hold your hand the whole way, speaking in his softie shua voice. He will hum sunday morning rain is falling~ quietly or talk to you in the calmest voice ever until you’re okay again.

Jun: Jun would immediately become serious when he sees you flinch or close your eyes tight. “Are they being too loud?” He wouldn’t hesitate to lead you out, not saying much, just holding your hand tightly. Once alone, he’d gently kiss your forehead and speak in soft and calming voice. Might even say each words in mandarin/korean very slowly that you have to hit his arm.

Hoshi: At first he might not notice because he’s often taken away by high energy spaces lol and vibes with it, but the second he sees you withdraw, he panic very slightly but handle you real quick. He’d turn down the noises of the room completely, stay super close, and go out of his way to quietly sit with you. “I’ll be quiet with you, I promise,” he’d whisper, squeezing your hand tightly.

Wonwoo: Wonwoo catches on without a word. He sees your eyes go unfocused and your breathing change, so he touches your arm. “Hey,” he says in that low soothing tone, “Come with me.” He doesn’t ask questions unless you want to talk. He just sits with you with no loud noise, just maybe the air. Maybe sings out loud in a soft tone if that helps.

Woozi: His voice instantly lowers when he sees you stressed. “Too much, baby?” He’d tug you closer to his side, becoming your shield from the noise. He will even glare at the others to quiet down. Later, he’d ask how to help you better next time, making sure he gets it right always. He just want you to feel safe.

Dokyeom: Hevwould be visibly worried, especially if you get overwhelmed in a social setting. “Oh no, love, are you overstimulated?” he'd ask. He then takes you by the hand and offers his shoulder to lean on. His warmth is so calming. He might start whisper-singing to you to block out the extra unnecessary noises.

Mingyu: This giant baby would instantly hush the room if he could. But if not, he slowly scoops you away with his big hands and soothing voice. “Shhh, let’s find somewhere quiet.” He’d wrap you in his hoodie, cuddle you somewhere low-light and soft, holding you close until you relax in his arm, “you’re doing great, I’ve got you.”

Minghao: Minghao is incredibly perceptive. He’d notice before you even say a word: “It’s too loud, isn’t it?” He’ll take you out into the hallway, hands firm but calming on your shoulders. “Let’s breathe together.” He’s so grounding, helping you through breathing exercises that he learned for you, until you’re centered.

Seungkwan: He gets emotional fast because he hates seeing you overwhelmed. “Baby, baby, do you wanna go somewhere quiet?” He’s already guiding you gently out before you answer because he knows the answer will be a, ‘yes.’ Once you’re alone, he’s doting and rubbing your arms, speaking in a soothing, low tone.

Vernon: Vernon probably knows the feeling himself [just an assumption], so he handles it with well. He immediately slows down, stops talking, and holds your hand. “Want to dip for a bit?” he mumbles, already looking for a better spot. Once you’re settled in their, he plays soft lo-fi music on his phone, “we’ll stay here as long as you need.”

Dino: Dino might get flustered at first but becomes the softest and the most caring man real quick. “Is it… too loud? Are you okay?” He might not always know what to do first but he’ll do anything to help even if it meant threatening the whole room to stfu but he knows you wouldn't like that lmao, so, like everyone else, he’d lead you somewhere quiet, and bring you a blanket or a snack if it's available. “Just rest, I’ll keep everyone away, okay?”

[pinkmoontaco]

Fated to Love You || Choi Seungcheol

Pairing: Idol Scoups X Solo Idol Y/n Genre: Romance/Angst/Second chance romance/Drama Plot: After a highly publicized breakup with Seungcheol, Y/n finds herself caught between the past and the present as she navigates love, heartbreak, and the pressures of fame. With the world watching her every move, unexpected encounters, media scandals, and unresolved emotions complicate her journey. As tensions rise and feelings resurface, she is faced with a choice—one that could change everything. Authors note: Hey everyone! I know it’s been a while since I last posted, but I’m finally back with a new story! I’ve put a lot of effort into this one, and I really hope you all give it a chance. Writing this wasn’t easy, but your support always keeps me going. Thank you so much for your patience and for sticking with me—I truly appreciate it! Please keep commenting; your words inspire me more than you know. Hope you enjoy the story! Love you guys 💕✨

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The bustling chaos of the airport filled Y/n’s senses. She pulled her cap lower over her face and adjusted her sunglasses, hoping to slip past unnoticed. It was her first public appearance since announcing the cancellation of her engagement, and she knew the media frenzy that awaited her.

But the fans were relentless. As she walked toward the departure gate, a small crowd gathered around her, their voices overlapping in a cacophony of questions.

“Y/n! Is it true you and Seungcheol broke up because of Sewon?”

“Do you regret ending the engagement?”

“What happened between you and Seungcheol?”

Y/n stopped in her tracks, her heart pounding. She forced a calm expression, though her hands trembled as she gripped the strap of her bag.

“I’m sorry, but I won’t be answering any personal questions today,” she said firmly, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside.

The cameras continued to flash, and the murmurs grew louder, but Y/n kept walking. Her chest tightened with every step, each question cutting deeper than she cared to admit. By the time she reached her gate, she felt like she could barely breathe.

Finding a quiet corner, she slumped into a seat and closed her eyes, willing the tears to stay hidden. The echoes of the fans’ words lingered in her mind, reopening wounds she thought she had begun to heal. But as painful as it was, Y/n reminded herself why she had made the decision to walk away. It was for her own peace, her own worth things she refused to compromise any longer.

Seungcheol stared at his phone, his thumb hovering over Y/n’s contact. He had hesitated so many times before, unsure if she would even want to hear from him. But tonight, the emptiness in his apartment felt unbearable, and he couldn’t shake the need to hear her voice.

Taking a deep breath, he pressed the call button. The line rang, each tone dragging out the silence he dreaded. Finally, the call went to voicemail.

“Hey, Y/n,” he began, his voice low and uncertain. “It’s me. I… I just wanted to check on you. I know I don’t have the right to ask, but I hope you’re doing okay. I miss you."

He paused, the words catching in his throat.

“I… I’m sorry for everything. I hope someday we can talk. Take care, Y/n.”

Ending the call, Seungcheol let out a shaky breath and set the phone down. The emptiness lingered, but for the first time, he felt a flicker of hope—however small—that things might one day be different.

A day later, Seungcheol sat in front of his phone camera, his expression a mix of determination and vulnerability. He had debated for hours about making this video, but the backlash Y/n was facing left him no choice.

Pressing record, he took a deep breath and began to speak.

“Hi, this is Seungcheol. I know a lot has been said and speculated about my relationship with Y/n and the engagement we ended. I want to start by saying that Y/n has always been someone I deeply respect and care for. The decision we made to part ways was mutual, and it was a deeply personal matter.”

He paused, his eyes glancing down briefly before returning to the camera. “But what I cannot stand by and watch is the way she’s being harassed and blamed. Y/n does not deserve the hate or the accusations being thrown at her. She made the decision that was best for her, and I respect that wholeheartedly.”

Seungcheol leaned forward slightly, his tone growing firmer. “I also want to address the rumors about Sewon. She is a friend, nothing more. Any assumptions beyond that are untrue and have caused unnecessary pain to everyone involved.”

He exhaled slowly, as if releasing the weight of his words. “I’m asking, sincerely, for everyone to stop harassing Y/n. She deserves peace and privacy, just as any of us do. Please be kind. Thank you.”

With that, he ended the recording and uploaded the video, hoping it would help ease the storm Y/n was facing. As he sat back, he realized that while he couldn’t undo the past, he could at least try to make things right in the present.

Two days later, Seungcheol found himself dialing Y/n’s number once again. To his surprise, this time, she answered.

“Hello?” Y/n’s voice was calm but distant, guarded.

“Y/n,” Seungcheol said, his voice heavy with emotion. “Thank you for answering. I just… I needed to talk to you.”

She remained silent, and he took it as his cue to continue. “I know I hurt you. I know I let you down in ways I can’t even begin to make up for. But I want you to know how sorry I am. Truly. You didn’t deserve any of this—the doubts, the pain, the public scrutiny. None of it.”

“Seungcheol,” she interrupted, her tone sharp yet composed. “I didn’t answer this call to hear your apology. I’ve heard it before. What I needed from you was action, not words. And you failed me when it mattered most.”

He swallowed hard, the weight of her words cutting through him. “I know. I just… I hoped there might be a way to fix this. To fix us.”

“There’s no fixing this,” Y/n said firmly. “Not anymore. I gave everything to this relationship, and I lost myself in the process. I won’t do that again.”

Her words were final, and Seungcheol felt his chest tighten. “I understand,” he said quietly. “I just want you to be happy, Y/n. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

“I hope you find happiness too,” she replied

Three years ago

Under the bright lights of Y/n’s solo concert, Seungcheol and the members of Seventeen stood backstage, waiting for the show to begin. The crowd’s energy was electric, and their excitement mirrored the audience’s.

When Y/n finally took the stage, she owned it. Her presence was magnetic, her voice captivating as she performed with a passion that seemed to radiate beyond the stage. Seungcheol found himself mesmerized, his admiration growing with every song.

“She’s incredible,” Jeonghan whispered, nudging him. “No wonder everyone’s in love with her.”

Seungkwan nodded enthusiastically. “She’s not just talented; she’s got this aura. It’s impossible not to admire her.”

As Y/n finished her set and thanked the audience, her smile was radiant, lighting up the entire arena. Seungcheol couldn’t help but feel a spark of something deeper—a connection he couldn’t quite explain.

When they were finally introduced backstage, Y/n was gracious and warm despite the exhaustion evident in her eyes. She greeted each member with genuine kindness, and when her gaze met Seungcheol’s, he felt his heart skip a beat.

“You were amazing out there,” he said, his voice steady despite the nervous flutter in his chest.

“Thank you,” she replied, her smile soft and sincere. “I’ve heard so much about you and your group. It’s an honor to finally meet you all.”

That night, Seungcheol found himself lingering after the others had left, gathering the courage to speak again. “Y/n,” he began, his voice quieter this time, “I was wondering… if you’d like to grab coffee sometime. Just us.”

Her eyebrows rose slightly, surprise flickering across her face. Then, she smiled—a real, genuine smile that made his heart race. “I’d like that,” she said simply.

And so, it began. Coffee turned into late-night conversations, shared laughter, and a deep bond that grew stronger with each passing day. For Seungcheol, falling in love with Y/n was as natural as breathing, and in her presence, he felt like he had found a kindred spirit. The world seemed brighter, and the burdens of their demanding careers felt lighter when they were together.

Though their love story had its share of challenges, those early days were a reminder of the connection that had once brought them so much joy. And even now, as Seungcheol reflected on everything they had lost, he couldn’t help but cherish the moments that had made him fall in love with her in the first place.

As their coffee meetings turned into a weekly ritual, Seungcheol found himself looking forward to those moments more than anything else. Y/n had a way of making him laugh, even on his worst days. She listened intently, offering advice when he needed it and silence when words weren’t enough.

One evening, after a particularly long day of rehearsals, Seungcheol showed up at their favorite cafe, his exhaustion evident. Y/n noticed immediately and pushed a steaming cup of tea toward him.

“You look like you’ve been through a war,” she teased gently.

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “Something like that. But seeing you makes it all worth it.”

Her cheeks flushed, but she hid it behind her own cup. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Choi Seungcheol.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” he replied with a playful smirk. “It got me here with you, didn’t it?”

Their banter flowed effortlessly, the connection between them growing deeper with every interaction. Over time, Seungcheol began to realize that Y/n wasn’t just someone he admired—she was someone he wanted by his side, through every high and low.

One night, as they walked along a quiet street after another coffee date, Seungcheol stopped abruptly. Y/n turned to him, puzzled.

“What is it?” she asked.

He hesitated, his heart pounding. Then, he took a deep breath. “Y/n, I know we’ve only been seeing each other for a short time, but… I like you. A lot. And I was wondering if you’d give us a chance—like, a real chance.”

Y/n stared at him, her expression unreadable. For a moment, he feared he had ruined everything. But then she smiled, her eyes softening.

“I’d like that,” she said simply.

Relief and joy washed over Seungcheol, and without thinking, he reached for her hand. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she squeezed his hand gently, and they continued walking, their steps perfectly in sync.

It was the beginning of a love story that would change both of their lives forever.

Three years into their relationship, Seungcheol knew he couldn’t wait any longer. He wanted Y/n to know how deeply she meant to him and how much he wanted to build a future together. With the help of the Seventeen members, he meticulously planned the proposal.

The venue was a private rooftop garden, adorned with twinkling fairy lights and surrounded by blooming flowers. It was the same place they had shared their first late-night conversation about their dreams and fears. Seungcheol wanted the moment to feel intimate, just as their relationship had always been—a sanctuary from the chaotic world around them.

Y/n arrived at the venue under the pretense of a casual date. As she stepped onto the rooftop, her breath hitched at the sight before her. A path lined with candles led to Seungcheol, who stood waiting under an arch draped in soft, white fabric and flowers.

He smiled nervously as she approached, his hands clasped tightly in front of him. “You’re here,” he said, his voice tinged with both excitement and nerves.

“What is all this?” she asked, her eyes glimmering with curiosity and emotion.

Taking a deep breath, Seungcheol dropped to one knee, pulling out a small velvet box from his pocket. Y/n gasped, her hands flying to her mouth as tears welled in her eyes.

“Y/n,” he began, his voice steady despite the pounding of his heart. “From the moment I met you, you turned my world upside down in the best way possible. You’ve been my rock, my partner, and my greatest love. Every day with you feels like a gift, and I can’t imagine my life without you by my side.”

He opened the box, revealing a delicate ring that sparkled under the soft glow of the lights. “Will you marry me?” he asked, his eyes searching hers.

Tears streamed down Y/n’s face as she nodded, unable to find the words. “Yes,” she finally managed to say, her voice breaking. “A thousand times yes.”

Seungcheol stood, slipping the ring onto her finger before pulling her into a tight embrace. The sound of soft applause broke out as the Seventeen members emerged from their hiding spots, cheering and congratulating the newly engaged couple.

The night was filled with laughter, love, and promises for the future. For Seungcheol and Y/n, it was a moment they would treasure forever—a testament to the love that had grown between them, steady and unwavering, through every challenge and triumph.

But as the weeks passed, cracks began to appear in their seemingly perfect engagement. It started when Seungcheol grew closer to Sewon, a fellow idol he had known for years. Initially, Y/n didn’t mind; she trusted Seungcheol and knew how important friendships were in their industry. But gradually, his priorities seemed to shift.

Missed calls, delayed responses, and canceled plans became more frequent. Whenever Y/n tried to address the issue, Seungcheol brushed it off, claiming he was busy with group schedules and projects. However, Y/n couldn’t ignore the pattern: most of his excuses coincided with him spending time with Sewon.

One evening, after yet another postponed dinner, Y/n decided to confront him. She waited for him in their shared apartment, her heart heavy with unease. When he finally walked through the door, his tired expression did little to soften her resolve.

“Seungcheol, we need to talk,” she said firmly.

He sighed, dropping his bag onto the couch. “Can it wait? I’m exhausted.”

“No, it can’t,” she replied, her voice trembling slightly. “You’ve been distant lately, and I feel like I’m not even a priority anymore. What’s going on?”

He rubbed his temples, frustration flickering across his face. “Y/n, I told you, it’s just work. You know how demanding our schedules are.”

“Is it work?” she pressed, her eyes searching his. “Or is it Sewon?”

At her words, Seungcheol’s expression hardened. “Why are you bringing her into this? She’s just a friend.”

“Then why do I feel like I’m competing with her for your attention?” Y/n’s voice cracked, the pain she had been suppressing spilling out. “You cancel our plans to meet her, you talk about her all the time, and you don’t even see how it’s affecting us.”

“You’re overthinking this,” he snapped, his tone sharper than he intended. “Sewon has nothing to do with us. You’re making a big deal out of nothing.”

Y/n took a step back, stunned by his dismissiveness. “Nothing?” she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Do you even hear yourself, Seungcheol? I’ve tried to be patient, to understand, but I can’t keep pretending that everything’s fine when it’s not.”

He looked away, his jaw tightening. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“I want you to choose us,” she said, tears streaming down her face. “But it feels like you’ve already made your choice.”

The room fell silent, the weight of her words hanging heavily between them. Seungcheol opened his mouth to respond but stopped himself. Instead, he turned and walked toward the bedroom, leaving Y/n standing alone in the living room, her heart breaking.

The days that followed were filled with strained conversations and unspoken tension. Y/n tried to hold on, hoping that Seungcheol would realize what was at stake, but his continued indifference only deepened the rift between them. Meanwhile, the rumors about him and Sewon began to spread, fueled by fan speculation and media reports.

Y/n found herself caught in a storm of doubt and heartbreak, unsure of how to salvage a relationship that seemed to be slipping through her fingers. And as much as she loved Seungcheol, she couldn’t ignore the growing feeling that she was fighting for something he no longer valued.

One rainy afternoon, Y/n received a message from Seungcheol, asking to meet at a small café they used to frequent during the early days of their relationship. Despite her reservations, she agreed, hoping for clarity amidst the chaos.

As she entered the café, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of soft jazz music greeted her. Seungcheol was already there, sitting at a corner table, his hands wrapped around a steaming mug. His eyes lit up when he saw her, but there was a hesitance in his gaze.

“Thanks for coming,” he said as she sat down across from him.

Y/n nodded, folding her hands on the table. “What did you want to talk about?”

Seungcheol sighed, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of his mug. “I’ve been thinking a lot about us… about everything.”

“And?” Y/n prompted, her heart pounding in anticipation.

“I don’t think I’m ready for marriage,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I thought I was, but the more I think about it, the more I realize I’m too young. There’s so much going on in my career, and I feel like I’m being pulled in so many directions.”

Y/n stared at him, her chest tightening. “Why didn’t you tell me this sooner? Before proposing?”

“I thought I could handle it,” he said, his eyes filled with regret. “I thought my love for you would be enough to overcome everything else. But now, I’m not so sure.”

Her lips trembled as she spoke. “Do you even want to be with me, Seungcheol? Or am I just another thing you’re unsure about?”

“Of course I want to be with you,” he said quickly, reaching across the table for her hand. She pulled away, shaking her head.

“You can’t have it both ways,” she said, her voice breaking. “You can’t ask me to commit my life to you while you’re unsure about yours.”

Her voice was sharper now, the edge of frustration cutting through. “Is it about Sewon?”

Seungcheol’s silence spoke louder than words. Sewon’s name had become a sore point between them in recent months. A close friend and fellow idol, her bond with Seungcheol had always been evident. While Y/n had trusted him implicitly, the whispers of fans and the media began to seep into her mind, planting seeds of doubt.

“She’s just a friend,” he said, but his tone lacked conviction. “You know that.”

“Do I?” Y/n’s voice cracked, betraying the pain she had tried so hard to mask. “Do you realize how it feels to constantly see her by your side, laughing with you, leaning on you? And the worst part? You’ve never once tried to reassure me."

Seungcheol reached across the table, his hand hovering over hers. “I never meant to hurt you. You have to believe me.”

“Then why does it feel like I’m the only one fighting for this relationship?” She pulled her hand away, tears threatening to spill. “We’re supposed to be partners, Seungcheol. But lately, it feels like I’m competing for your attention.”

“Maybe… maybe we need some time apart,” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n felt her heart shatter. The engagement ring on her finger suddenly felt like a burden, its brilliance mocking her pain. She slipped it off and placed it on the table between them.

“If that’s what you want,” she said, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her. “Then I won’t stop you.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, tears brimming in his eyes. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

Y/n felt her heart shatter. The engagement ring on her finger suddenly felt like a burden, its brilliance mocking her pain. She slipped it off and placed it on the table between them.

Y/n stood, her chair scraping against the floor. “You already have.” Without another word, she walked out of the café, leaving Seungcheol sitting alone, the weight of his choices pressing down on him like never before.

*Flashback ends*

In the weeks that followed, Y/n channeled her heartbreak into her music. Late nights in the studio became her solace as she poured her emotions into lyrics and melodies. Each song she wrote was raw and vulnerable, capturing the pain, confusion, and longing she felt.

When her album was released, it became an instant hit, resonating with fans and critics alike. Tracks like "Falling Out of Love" and "Shadows of Us" topped the charts, their haunting lyrics striking a chord with listeners. In interviews, Y/n remained composed, describing the album as a reflection of her personal journey but never delving into specific details about her relationship with Seungcheol.

One particular song, "Unspoken Goodbye," drew widespread attention. Its lyrics painted a vivid picture of unreciprocated efforts and the ache of realizing love wasn’t enough to hold two people together.

“I reached for you in the dark, but you were already gone. Promises turned to whispers, and now I sing alone.”

Fans speculated endlessly, piecing together clues from the lyrics and her recent public appearances. Some sympathized with her, while others continued to draw comparisons between her and Sewon, fueling debates online.

Through it all, Y/n remained focused on her craft, using her art to heal. Though her heart was still mending, her music gave her

Months after the release, Y/n was invited for an exclusive interview with a renowned media outlet. The interviewer, known for their probing questions, eventually brought up the topic that many were curious about.

“How do you feel about Seungcheol now?” they asked, leaning forward slightly. “After everything that’s happened, do you still think about him?”

Y/n paused, her hands resting gently on her lap as she considered her words. She met the interviewer’s gaze, her expression calm but tinged with melancholy. “A piece of my heart will always love him,” she admitted, her voice steady but soft. “I could never hate him. He was a significant part of my life, and what we shared was real and meaningful.”

She took a deep breath before continuing. “It hurts me to see him getting hurt. Despite everything, I don’t wish pain or hardship upon him. I think that’s what love truly is—wanting the best for someone, even if they’re no longer in your life.”

Her candid response resonated with fans and viewers alike, painting a picture of grace and emotional maturity. It reminded everyone that even in heartbreak, love could leave behind a legacy of compassion and understanding.

Seungcheol watched the interview late at night, alone in his apartment. Her words echoed in his mind, filling him with a mix of regret and longing. The song, the interview, everything she had shared publicly—it all made him realize just how deeply he had hurt her and how much he missed having her in his life.

On an impulse, he picked up his phone and dialed her number. It rang twice before she answered, her voice cautious. “Hello?”

“Y/n, it’s me,” he said, his voice trembling slightly. “I—I saw the interview. And the song. I just… I needed to tell you how sorry I am. For everything.”

She was silent for a moment before responding. “Seungcheol, we’ve already been through this. I’ve moved on, and you should too.”

“I know I messed up,” he said desperately. “But seeing you, hearing your words—it reminded me of everything we had. I miss you, Y/n. I miss us.”

Her voice remained calm but firm. “You miss what we had, Seungcheol, but that doesn’t change what you did. You made choices that hurt me deeply, and I can’t just forget that.”

“I’ll do anything to make it right,” he pleaded. “Please, just give me another chance.”

She sighed softly, her tone filled with a mixture of sadness and finality. “Sometimes, love isn’t enough. I’ll always wish the best for you, but I can’t go back to the way things were. Take care of yourself, Seungcheol.”

Before he could say anything else, she ended the call, leaving him staring at his phone, the weight of her words sinking in. For the first time, he truly understood that some things, no matter how much he wished otherwise, couldn’t be undone.

Months passed, and Y/n eventually entered a new relationship. Her new boyfriend was kind, understanding, and patient—everything she thought she needed to heal. On the surface, they seemed happy together, and the public saw it as her fresh start.

But deep down, Y/n couldn’t shake the emptiness she felt. The laughter didn’t feel as genuine, the conversations didn’t spark the same warmth, and despite her efforts to move on, her heart still ached for the love she had lost.

She found herself reminiscing about Seungcheol more often than she cared to admit—his bright smile, the way he always made her feel safe, the late-night talks where they dreamed about their future together. No matter how hard she tried to deny it, a part of her still belonged to him.

And no matter how much she wanted to forget, she couldn’t.

One evening, Y/n took the stage at a major rock festival, her energy electrifying the crowd. She had always loved experimenting with different genres, and this performance was one of her most powerful yet—raw, intense, and full of emotion. She poured her heart into every note, her voice carrying the weight of everything she had been through.

Backstage, her old friend Seungkwan watched from the wings, deeply moved by her performance. He had always been close to Y/n and seeing her like this—fierce yet fragile—made him realize how much she was still hurting.

Unable to ignore it any longer, he reached out to Seungcheol. “Hyung, you need to come see her. You need to hear her.”

Despite his initial hesitation, Seungcheol agreed. The two arrived at the concert venue unnoticed, blending into the sea of fans as Y/n performed.

Seungcheol’s heart clenched as he watched her under the bright lights, singing her heart out. He could feel her pain in every lyric, see the lingering sadness in her eyes. It was a painful reminder of everything they had lost.

And in that moment, he realized—he had never stopped loving her.

The moment Y/n stepped off the stage, her adrenaline was still pumping. The roar of the crowd echoed in her ears, but even their deafening cheers couldn’t drown out the heaviness in her heart. She barely had time to catch her breath before a familiar voice cut through the haze.

“Y/n.”

She froze.

That voice. That tone.

She turned slowly, her eyes widening as she met Seungcheol’s gaze. He stood just a few feet away, his expression unreadable, but his eyes—those same eyes she once drowned in—were filled with something raw. Something she wasn’t ready to face.

Before she could say a word, her boyfriend Minseong appeared by her side, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Hey, is everything okay?” he asked, glancing between Y/n and Seungcheol.

The tension was suffocating. The members of Seventeen and her own group lingered nearby, uneasy, unsure if they should step in.

Seungcheol let out a bitter chuckle, shoving his hands into his pockets. “So this is him?” His voice was sharp, edged with something close to resentment. “The guy you moved on with?”

Y/n’s jaw clenched. “Cheol—”

“Did he ever make your heart race the way I did?” Seungcheol asked, his voice rising. “Or did you just force yourself to move on because you were scared?”

The room fell silent.

Y/n took a shaky breath, her eyes burning. “You don’t get to do this,” she snapped. “You don’t get to walk back into my life after all this time and question my choices. You were the one who let me go.”

Seungcheol stepped closer, his frustration bubbling over. “Let you go? Y/n, you walked away!” His voice cracked slightly, and for a moment, the anger wavered, revealing the hurt beneath. “You left me. And now you’re here, acting like none of it meant anything?”

“It meant everything,” she shot back, her voice trembling. “And that’s exactly why I had to leave.”

Her boyfriend shifted awkwardly beside her. “Maybe we should talk about this later—”

“No.” Y/n shook her head, eyes locked onto Seungcheol. “You don’t get to stand here and act like you’re the only one who suffered. Do you think it was easy for me? Do you think I didn’t spend nights wondering if I made the right choice?”

Seungcheol’s breath hitched.

Y/n’s hands balled into fists. “I waited, Cheol. I waited for you to fight for me, to give me a reason to stay. But you didn’t. You let me leave. So don’t you dare show up now, acting like you still have a say in my life.”

Seungcheol stared at her, chest rising and falling with the weight of everything he wanted to say. The members of Seventeen shifted uneasily, exchanging glances.

Seungkwan finally stepped in, his voice gentle but firm. “Hyung, maybe this isn’t the right time—”

But Seungcheol ignored him. His eyes stayed on Y/n, desperate, pleading. “Tell me one thing,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “Are you really happy?”

Y/n faltered.

Her lips parted, but no words came out.

And in that silence, Seungcheol got his answer.

The morning after the heated confrontation backstage, the internet was in chaos. News outlets, gossip sites, and social media platforms were flooded with headlines, each twisting the story in its own way.

"Y/n and Seungcheol's Backstage Clash: Former Lovers Turn to Heated Argument at Music Festival!"

"Caught on Camera: Y/n and Seungcheol's Explosive Fight – Tensions Boil Over in Front of Seventeen and Industry Insiders!"

"Seungcheol Confronts Y/n Over Their Past – Did She Ever Move On?"

Fan-recorded videos from the concert venue circulated online, showing snippets of their intense exchange. Though no official statement had been released, lip readers and “insiders” claimed to have deciphered the argument. The drama escalated as netizens took sides.

🗣️ "Y/n deserves to move on. Seungcheol had his chance, why is he acting up now?"

🗣️ "You can literally see the pain in Seungcheol's face... he's still in love with her."

🗣️ "Not Seungcheol pulling a ‘are you really happy?’ moment like it’s a K-drama 😭😭"

🗣️ "Her new boyfriend just standing there while Y/n and Seungcheol basically confess their unresolved feelings 💀"

Within hours, major entertainment news outlets picked up the story. Some reporters speculated on whether the ex-couple had lingering feelings, while others accused Seungcheol of being possessive. Articles broke down the timeline of their past relationship, analyzing every interaction they’d had in public since their breakup.

A particularly viral article from Dispatch read:

"Inside Y/n and Seungcheol’s Emotional Backstage Confrontation: A Love That Never Faded?"

"Sources close to the artists claim that the fight was years in the making. ‘They never fully moved on from each other,’ an anonymous staff member revealed. ‘Everyone knew there was unfinished business between them.’"

Another gossip site went even further:

"Did Y/n Settle for a ‘Safe’ Relationship? Fans Speculate That Her New Boyfriend is Just a Rebound!"

Y/n’s company quickly released a short statement:

"Y/n had a private conversation with a colleague. We ask for your understanding and request that unfounded speculations be avoided."

But Seungcheol’s company remained silent, fueling more rumors. Some fans believed it was because he had nothing to deny.

Meanwhile, Seventeen’s members were being bombarded with questions during schedules. Seungkwan, who had been there that night, looked visibly uncomfortable when asked about it during a live stream.

“Ah… it’s not my place to say anything,” he murmured, avoiding eye contact with the camera. “I just hope people don’t believe everything they read online.”

Three days after the backstage altercation between Y/n and Seungcheol shook the internet, the idol finally addressed the controversy.

At midnight, Seungcheol went live on Weverse, looking visibly tired. Dressed in a simple hoodie and cap, he sighed before speaking, his voice softer than usual.

“First of all, I want to sincerely apologize to the fans,” he began, his fingers laced together as he bowed slightly. “I never wanted to cause a scandal or bring unnecessary attention to anyone, especially Y/n. That night… things got emotional, and I let my feelings get the best of me.”

He paused, exhaling shakily. “I know many of you have seen the videos and read the articles. There’s no excuse for what happened. It was a private conversation that, unfortunately, became very public. And for that, I take full responsibility.”

His eyes flickered with emotion as he hesitated before continuing. “I also won’t lie to you. The truth is… I never stopped caring about Y/n.”

The comment section exploded instantly.

Seungcheol swallowed hard, his hands slightly shaking. “I don’t expect anything to change. She has her own life now, and I respect that. But I also don’t want to pretend anymore.”

💬 “DID HE JUST CONFESS???”

💬 “Wait wait wait HOLD ON.”

💬 “HE STILL LOVES HER??? SEUNGCHEOL WTF”

💬 “Someone check on Y/n’s boyfriend bc there’s no way he’s okay rn 💀”

“I loved her. I still do. And that’s something I can’t hide, no matter how much time passes.”

A heavy silence filled the air. The weight of his confession was undeniable.

“I don’t regret what we had, and I will always be grateful for the memories. But I also know that some things… can’t be undone,” he murmured. “No matter what happens, I just want her to be happy.”

He looked straight into the camera. “To the fans who were disappointed in me, I’m sorry. To Y/n, if you ever see this… I’m sorry for putting you through this again.”

With one final bow, he ended the live.

But the internet was just getting started.

Within minutes, hashtags like #SeungcheolApologizes, #CheolStillLovesY/n, and #Y/nResponseWhen? trended worldwide. Fans were divided—some heartbroken over his pain, others hopeful that this was the beginning of something new.

A few days after Seungcheol’s confession sent the internet into a frenzy, Seungkwan found himself standing outside Y/n’s apartment, nervously shifting on his feet. He had sent her a text earlier, asking if he could talk, and to his surprise, she had agreed.

When the door finally opened, Y/n stood there, arms crossed, an unreadable expression on her face. She looked tired—exhausted, really. And Seungkwan hated knowing that he had contributed to it.

She stepped aside, allowing him in without a word. He hesitated for a second before walking inside, the air between them thick with unspoken tension.

Taking a deep breath, Seungkwan turned to face her. “Y/n, I… I’m so sorry.” His voice was barely above a whisper.

She raised an eyebrow. “For what exactly?”

His stomach twisted. He knew she wasn’t making it easy for him—and honestly, he deserved it.

“For dragging Seungcheol to your concert,” he admitted, guilt evident in his voice. “I thought I was helping. I thought if he saw you, if he heard you sing, he’d finally get some closure. I never meant for things to spiral like this.”

Y/n let out a dry chuckle, shaking her head. “Closure?” She scoffed. “Seungkwan, I was finally starting to move on, and now look at this mess. Do you know how many headlines I’ve had to ignore? How many people have been asking me about my relationship, about Seungcheol, about us?”

Seungkwan lowered his head, shame washing over him. “I know. And I can’t tell you how sorry I am for putting you through this again. I never wanted to make things harder for you.”

She studied him for a moment before sighing. “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me,” she said, voice softer now. “But you should have stayed out of it, Seungkwan. It wasn’t your place to interfere.”

Seungkwan swallowed hard. “I get that now. And if I could take it all back, I would.” His voice cracked slightly. “I just—seeing you like that on stage, I knew you were still hurting. And I saw how much hyung was struggling too. I thought… maybe, deep down, you both just needed a push.”

Y/n’s shoulders slumped, and for the first time, Seungkwan saw the raw emotion in her eyes. “You don’t think I know that?” she whispered. “You don’t think I’ve spent every single day wondering if I made the right choice?”

His breath hitched.

“I still love him, Seungkwan,” she admitted, the words hanging heavy in the air. “But that doesn’t mean we can go back to how things were.”

Seungkwan felt his chest tighten. He had hoped—prayed—that maybe, just maybe, things would fall back into place. But Y/n’s expression told him everything he needed to know.

“I get it,” he murmured. “And I swear, I won’t interfere anymore.” He looked at her with sincerity. “I just want you to be happy, Y/n. Whether that’s with Seungcheol or not.”

For the first time that night, Y/n’s expression softened.

“I know,” she said. “And I appreciate that.”

The tension between them eased, just slightly. And as Seungkwan left that night, he hoped—more than anything—that one day, Y/n and Seungcheol would find the happiness they both deserved.

The buzz surrounding Y/n and Seungcheol hadn’t died down, and after weeks of speculation, Y/n finally agreed to an exclusive interview. It wasn’t to explain herself, nor was it to address the scandal directly—she simply wanted to remind the world who she was beyond the drama.

Sitting across from the interviewer in a beautifully lit studio, Y/n looked poised and elegant, her aura calm despite the chaos that had surrounded her lately.

Halfway through the interview, the inevitable question came.

“Y/n, with everything that has happened recently, I think what everyone wants to know is… are you happy?”

The studio fell into silence, and for a moment, Y/n only blinked, as if carefully choosing her words. The interviewer watched her expectantly, and fans watching from behind their screens held their breath.

Then, Y/n smiled—not forced, not hesitant, but genuine.

“I am happy,” she answered simply, nodding. “I have people around me who love and support me. I’m doing what I love. I’m growing, learning, and becoming a better version of myself every day.”

She paused, her fingers gently running along the armrest of her chair. “I think happiness isn’t just about one person, or one moment. It’s about finding peace within yourself, no matter what’s happening around you.”

Her words sent waves across social media. Some fans cheered her on, proud of her strength, while others couldn’t help but read between the lines.

No matter how people interpreted it, one thing was clear—Y/n wasn’t letting the past define her anymore.

💬 “She didn’t say she moved on. She said she’s happy… but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t love him anymore.”

💬 “If she’s happy, then that’s all that matters. She deserves it.”

💬 “So this is really the end for her and Seungcheol?”

💬 “What if she’s saying this to convince herself? She looked kind of sad for a second.”

And whether Seungcheol was part of her future or not… that was a story only time would tell.

Just when the internet was beginning to settle down after Y/n’s interview, a single post sent fans into a frenzy once again.

Late at night, Y/n’s boyfriend uploaded a picture to his Instagram story—an intimate yet casual shot of him and Y/n. She was leaning against him, laughing softly, while he had his arm draped over her shoulders.

But what truly set the internet ablaze was the caption.

"Thanks for letting her go."

Within minutes, screenshots flooded Twitter, Instagram, and online forums. Fans and netizens had mixed reactions—some supporting the new relationship, others furious over what they saw as an unnecessary dig at Seungcheol.

It didn’t take long before Seungcheol’s name began trending again, fans anxiously waiting to see if he would respond.

💬 “OHHHHH HE’S PETTY FOR THAT 😭”

💬 “No way he actually posted this 💀💀💀”

💬 “Seungcheol, don’t look at your phone bro.”

💬 “He really said ‘I won.’ But did he, though?”

💬 “This feels kinda insecure… if you’re happy, why throw shade?”

💬 “Y/n deserves to be happy, but this caption was not it.”

However, Seungcheol remained completely silent. No statements. No cryptic posts. No subtle likes or unlikes.

Following the viral Instagram story from Y/n’s new boyfriend, media outlets wasted no time in picking up the drama. Within hours, headlines flooded every major entertainment site, further fueling the ongoing controversy.

📢 K-Buzz News: "Y/n’s New Boyfriend Takes a Dig at Seungcheol—‘Thanks for Letting Her Go’ Sparks Debate!"

📢 AllK-Entertainment: "Is It a Low Blow? Y/n’s Boyfriend Posts Shady Caption Amidst Seungcheol’s Confession!"

📢 Dispatch Exclusive: "Aimed at Seungcheol? Y/n’s Boyfriend Under Fire for His Controversial Instagram Post!"

The articles analyzed every angle of the situation—some supporting Y/n’s boyfriend, claiming he had every right to express his love publicly, while others criticized him for being unnecessarily petty.

One report even included insights from an anonymous industry insider:

"It’s no secret that Seungcheol and Y/n had a deep history. For a new boyfriend to make such a statement so publicly… it seems more like a declaration of victory than genuine love. Fans are divided, and understandably so."

Online discussions became more heated, with netizens and fans picking sides.

After days of silence, Seungcheol finally broke his silence—and he did it in the most Seungcheol way possible.

💬 “I mean… he’s not wrong, Seungcheol DID let her go.”

💬 “There was no need for this. If he was confident in their relationship, he wouldn’t have posted that.”

💬 “Is Y/n okay with this? She’s been trying to move on peacefully.”

💬 “This is getting so messy. I just want all of them to be happy.”

During SEVENTEEN’s sold-out concert, emotions were already running high, but no one expected the leader to address the controversy head-on.

Right before launching into a rap solo, Seungcheol took a deep breath, smirked slightly, and let the mic drop to his side for a second. The crowd fell silent, sensing something was about to go down.

Then, he looked out at the audience and said, “Someone decided to run their mouth… but I can’t just let that go, right?”

The stadium erupted in screams.

Without missing a beat, the beat dropped, and Seungcheol spit bars sharper than knives, delivering what fans immediately recognized as a freestyle diss aimed directly at Y/n’s boyfriend.

“You think you won, but why you still talkin’?

Got my leftovers, but you’re still stalkin’.

Holdin’ her hand, but you checkin’ my page—

You insecure, man, just stay in your lane.

The crowd went wild, some covering their mouths in shock while others jumped, hyped at the unexpected callout. Seungcheol didn’t stop there. He ended the rap with one last line that sent chills through the venue:

Talkin’ like you won but you don’t know the game,

She’s not a trophy, she don’t need a new name.

You flex online but we know it’s pretend,

If you gotta talk about me, are you really her man?”

“Real love don’t need a caption, it just stays.”

🔥 FANS. LOST. THEIR. MINDS. 🔥

💬 “DID CHEOL JUST DISS HIM LIVE???”

💬 “HE REALLY SAID I CANT LET THAT GO LMAOOO”

💬 “That was directed straight at him and everyone knows it 💀”

💬 “The way Seungcheol handled this was straight SAVAGE but CLASSY.”

As expected, clips of the performance exploded online within minutes. Hashtags like #SeungcheolDissTrack #StayInYourLaneand #ICantLetThatGo trended worldwide.

💬 “DID HE JUST CALL HIM INSECURE???”

💬 “Seungcheol said ‘you got her but you’re STILL mad’ LMAOOO”

💬 “This man had enough and snapped 💀💀”

💬 “Y/n’s boyfriend better not check Twitter today.”

💬 “The fact that he did this in a FULL concert with THOUSANDS of people watching… legendary.”

Even fellow SEVENTEEN members couldn’t hide their reactions—Mingyu was seen howling with laughter, Hoshi dramatically clutched his chest, and Jeonghan smirked knowingly.

Meanwhile, Y/n’s boyfriend remained silent on social media. No response. No clapback.

Because at that moment, Seungcheol had already won the battle without even trying.

The K-pop world is ablaze once again as Seungcheol's recent concert performance has sparked a fresh wave of controversy.

Leading outlets like Dispatch, AllKPop, and K-Buzz wasted no time covering the unexpected diss.

📢 Dispatch Headline: "Seungcheol's Savage Rap Sparks Speculation – Is Y/n's Boyfriend the Target?"

📢 K-Buzz: "‘Stay in Your Lane’ – Seungcheol Sends a Clear Message During SEVENTEEN’s Concert!"

📢 AllKPop: "Seungcheol Breaks Silence in the Most K-Pop Way Possible – Fans Call It the Ultimate Clapback!"

The viral moment had fans dissecting every line of the rap, with many convinced that the lyrics were aimed directly at Y/n’s boyfriend following his controversial Instagram post.

The reaction online was immediate:

One industry insider told Dispatch:

"Seungcheol is known for writing deeply personal lyrics, but this performance felt different. It was raw and deliberate—he knew exactly what he was doing."

Neither Seungcheol nor his agency released an official statement, but fans noticed that SEVENTEEN’s official social media accounts carefully avoided posting clips from that performance—further fueling the speculation.

💬 "He didn’t even name-drop, but we all know who he’s talking about."

💬 "Seungcheol said ‘stay in your lane’ and mic dropped. ICONIC."

💬 "If I were Y/n’s boyfriend, I would deactivate every social media app right now."

💬 "Seungcheol is fighting demons with a whole concert tour."

Meanwhile, Y/n’s boyfriend remained silent on the matter, with some fans calling his Instagram caption “the worst mistake of his life.”

As the drama unfolds, all eyes are now on Y/n, waiting to see if she will respond—or if she’ll continue to rise above the storm swirling around her.

After the chaos from Seungcheol’s viral rap performance, Y/n couldn’t stay silent any longer.

Furious over the public spectacle he made, she reached out to him directly—and it wasn’t a pleasant conversation.

The tension was thick the moment he answered.

“What the hell was that, Seungcheol?” Y/n snapped, skipping past pleasantries. “Did you really have to turn this into a public mess?”

Seungcheol sighed, already anticipating this reaction. “I didn’t mention anyone’s name.”

“Don’t play dumb!” Her voice was sharp with frustration. “You knew exactly what you were doing! You turned this into a damn spectacle, and now everyone is talking about it.”

Seungcheol, still heated from everything that had happened, scoffed. “Oh, but your boyfriend’s post wasn’t a spectacle? He went out of his way to take a shot at me, and I was just supposed to stay quiet?”

Y/n exhaled sharply, her patience wearing thin. “You don’t have to stoop to his level! Do you even realize what you’ve done? Fans are eating this up, and now it looks like some childish feud. And me? I’m stuck in the middle of it.”

Seungcheol was silent for a moment before he muttered, “He started it.”

Y/n let out a humorless laugh. “Oh, grow up, Seungcheol. This isn’t about winning or losing. This is my life you keep dragging into the spotlight.”

Her voice softened slightly, but the hurt was still there. “I just wanted to move on. Why couldn’t you let me?”

Seungcheol clenched his jaw, feeling the weight of her words. “Is that really what you wanted?” His voice was quieter now, raw with emotion.

Y/n hesitated for just a second. But she forced herself to stay firm. “Yes. And if you actually cared about me, you would have respected that.”

The call ended before Seungcheol could respond.

For the first time in a long time, he felt like he had truly lost her.

After their heated call, Seungcheol couldn’t shake the guilt gnawing at him. He knew he had hurt Y/n, and no words could undo the mess he had made.

So, instead of words, he chose actions.

Every single day, he sent her favorite flowers, carefully arranged and delivered without a note. He didn’t expect a response—he just wanted her to know that despite everything, he still cared.

At first, Y/n thought it was from a fan or maybe her company, but as the days passed, the steady arrival of fresh bouquets started to make her wonder.

Then, one evening, she finally acknowledged them—posting a picture of the flowers on her Instagram story.

🌸 "One of my fav things." 🌸

Fans immediately flooded the comments with love, but one particular comment caught her attention.

💬 "Minseong is so sweet for doing this!"

Y/n didn’t respond, assuming her boyfriend, Minseong, was the sender. But before she could even process it, a verified comment appeared below.

💬 Seungcheol: "They’re from me."

The internet exploded.

💥 Fans Lost Their Minds 💥

Y/n stared at the comment, her heart dropping into her stomach. She had unknowingly posted a gift from Seungcheol, and now the entire world knew.

💬 "OH MY GOD. SEUNGCHEOL, WHAT?!"

💬 "The audacity… but also… the romance??"

💬 "Minseong is getting secondhand embarrassment right now LMAO."

💬 "This man does NOT give up."

💬 "Y/n, girl, we need a response ASAP."

The moment Minseong saw the comment from Seungcheol, he was furious. His name was trending alongside Seungcheol’s, and fans were speculating about their relationship.

That night, he stormed into Y/n’s apartment, his jaw clenched, his voice laced with anger.

“Do you have any idea how humiliating this is for me?” he snapped, tossing his phone onto the table. “The whole internet thinks I’m some fool who’s been competing with your ex this entire time!”

Y/n, still overwhelmed by everything, took a deep breath. “Minseong, I didn’t know the flowers were from him. I thought—”

“You thought what?!” he cut her off, his voice rising. “That I’d waste my time doing some grand romantic gesture when I know you’re still stuck on him?”

Her eyes widened at his tone. “That’s not fair.”

Minseong let out a bitter laugh. “Fair? You’re the one making me look like an idiot while secretly holding onto the past.” He stepped closer, his presence suddenly suffocating. “You liked it, didn’t you? Knowing he’s still chasing after you?”

Y/n took a step back, her chest tightening. “I didn’t ask for this. I was moving on—with you.”

Minseong scoffed, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “No, Y/n. You weren’t. You were just pretending to.”

His words struck deep, but before she could respond, his hand slammed down onto the table, making her flinch. He didn’t hit her, but his anger was dangerously close to boiling over.

That was it. The final straw.

Y/n’s voice was firm, unwavering. “We’re done.”

Minseong froze. “What?”

She exhaled, steadying herself. “This isn’t love, Minseong. You don’t trust me. You don’t respect me. And I refuse to stay in something that makes me feel like this.”

His expression hardened, but he didn’t fight her decision. He knew he had lost. Without another word, he grabbed his things and left, slamming the door behind him.

The moment he was gone, Y/n finally let herself breathe.

It was over. For good.

Following the sudden news of Y/n and Minseong’s breakup, fans speculated about the reasons behind their split—especially after the viral Seungcheol flower incident.

To address the growing rumors, Y/n’s company released an official statement:

📢 [OFFICIAL STATEMENT FROM Y/N’S AGENCY] 📢

*"Hello, this is [Agency Name].

We would like to address recent reports regarding Y/n’s personal life.

After much discussion, Y/n and Minseong have decided to part ways. They will continue to support each other as colleagues and friends. We ask that fans respect their privacy during this time and refrain from spreading speculation that could harm either party.

Regarding the recent online discussions, Y/n has no involvement in any public disputes, and we kindly ask for understanding as she focuses on her career and well-being.

Thank you for your continued support."*

— [Agency Name]

Fan Reactions

Late at night, Y/n’s phone buzzed with a message from a number she hadn’t seen pop up in a long time.

💬 "‘No involvement’?? Her ex-boyfriend literally humiliated her, and they’re acting like nothing happened??"

💬 "I just know Minseong is punching the air right now."

💬 "Seungcheol’s somewhere smirking."

💬 "Hope Y/n is okay. She deserves better."

💬 "They didn’t even deny the flowers were from Seungcheol. Interesting… 👀"

Seungcheol.

Seungcheol: Hey… How are you feeling? Seungcheol: I heard about everything. I just… I wanted to check on you.

Y/n stared at the screen, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. She knew she should ignore him. After everything that had happened, after all the chaos, it would be easier to just move on.

But a part of her—the part that still remembered how safe he once made her feel—couldn’t.

Y/n: I’m fine.

It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either.

Seconds later, her phone started ringing. Seungcheol was calling.

She hesitated before answering. “What do you want, Seungcheol?”

His voice was gentle, laced with something softer than usual. “I wanted to hear your voice, baby.”

Y/n’s breath hitched. “Don’t call me that.”

He chuckled, but there was an undeniable sadness behind it. “I can’t help it. You’ll always be my baby.”

She closed her eyes, gripping the edge of her blanket. “You don’t get to say that anymore.”

Seungcheol sighed. “I know I messed up. I know I’ve made things worse instead of better. But I meant what I said… I’m not giving up on you.”

Y/n swallowed, her heart racing. “You can’t just decide that.”

“But I can decide to keep trying,” he countered, voice firm. “I let you go once. I’m not making that mistake again.”

Silence stretched between them. Y/n hated how her heart betrayed her in that moment, how it ached at the sound of his voice, how it longed to believe him.

“I don’t know if I can do this again, Seungcheol,” she whispered.

He exhaled, his voice softer this time. “Then let me show you that you can.”

The world was buzzing with excitement—both Seventeen and Y/n had been nominated for the Billboard Music Awards. Social media exploded with congratulations, and fans couldn’t stop talking about how fate kept bringing them back into the same spaces.

That night, Y/n was in her hotel room when her phone lit up. Seungcheol was calling.

She stared at the screen, debating whether to pick up. But a part of her already knew—she would always answer when it was him.

With a sigh, she swiped the call open. “What do you want now, Seungcheol?”

His deep chuckle came through the line. “Can’t I just call to congratulate my baby?”

She rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the way her heart skipped a beat. “I told you to stop calling me that.”

“I’ll stop when you stop running away from me,” he said smoothly.

Y/n’s breath caught in her throat. “I’m not running.”

Seungcheol scoffed. “Then tell me why every time I reach out, you push me away. Every time I try to come closer, you take another step back.”

She clenched her jaw, looking away as if he could see her through the phone. “Because it’s easier that way, Seungcheol. You and I… we always end up hurting each other.”

His voice softened. “Not always.”

“Enough times.”

A pause. Then, “And yet… here we are. Still picking up each other’s calls.”

Y/n closed her eyes. He wasn’t wrong. No matter how hard she tried to stay away, something kept pulling them back together.

“Just tell me one thing, baby.” His voice was quieter now, more vulnerable. “Is there still a part of you that wants me?”

Silence.

Y/n knew her answer. But she also knew that saying it out loud would mean stepping back into a storm she wasn’t sure she could handle.

So instead, she whispered, “Goodnight, Seungcheol.”

And then she hung up—leaving him with the silence that said everything he needed to know.

The stadium roared with cheers as Seventeen was announced as the winner. The members hugged, overwhelmed with emotions as they took the stage to accept their first-ever Billboard Music Award.

Backstage, the energy was electric. Staff members, fellow artists, and friends were congratulating them left and right. Amid the chaos, Y/n found them.

Dressed in a sleek black outfit, she approached with a small smile. “Congratulations, Guys.”

The members turned to her, pleasantly surprised. Seungkwan was the first to pull her into a hug, followed by Joshua and Hoshi. They had always been close to her, and despite everything that had happened, there was no awkwardness—only warmth.

Then, her eyes met Seungcheol’s.

He stepped forward, his expression unreadable. “You are here.”

Y/n smirked. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

The members exchanged knowing looks before slowly dispersing, giving them space.

Now alone in a quieter corner of the backstage area, Seungcheol studied her carefully.

“Thank you for coming,” he said softly.

She shrugged. “You worked hard for it. You deserved to win.”

Seungcheol took a step closer. “And do I deserve another chance?”

Y/n inhaled sharply. “Seungcheol—”

“Listen to me, baby,” he cut in gently. “I know I’ve messed up before. I know I let you go when I shouldn’t have. But I swear to you, I’ve never stopped loving you.”

Her heart pounded, but she kept her face neutral. “It’s not that simple.”

“I know,” he admitted. “But I also know you still feel something for me. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t.”

She opened her mouth to argue, but he was right, and they both knew it.

Seungcheol sighed and reached for her hand, his touch hesitant but warm. “One date. That’s all I’m asking. No pressure, no expectations. Just you and me, like old times.”

Y/n bit her lip, her walls threatening to crumble.

One date.

That was all.

What was the worst that could happen?

“…Fine,” she whispered.

Seungcheol’s face broke into a boyish grin, his dimples showing. “Really?”

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. It’s just one date.”

He chuckled, squeezing her hand. “One date is all I need.”

Breaking News: Seungcheol & Y/n Spotted on a Date!

The entertainment industry was buzzing with new headlines the morning after Seungcheol and Y/n’s long-awaited reunion.

Photos had surfaced of the two enjoying a quiet evening at a luxurious yet cozy restaurant. Fans noted how they laughed easily, leaned close to talk, and looked at each other like no time had passed.

🔹 "Seventeen’s Seungcheol & Y/n Reignite Romance? Spotted on an Intimate Date!"

🔹 "Old Flames Reunite: Seungcheol and Y/n Seen Boarding the Same Flight Together!"

🔹 "Eagle-Eyed Fans Notice Y/n Wearing Her Old Engagement Ring—Is Love Back in the Air?"

“Look at the way Seungcheol is staring at her… He’s so in love.” – A fan commented on Twitter.

“It’s crazy how they just fit together. Like they were never apart.”

If the dinner date wasn’t enough, a bigger surprise came the next morning when both Seungcheol and Y/n were spotted at the airport—boarding the same flight.

Fans went into a frenzy.

A Few Months Later…

“Where are they going together??”

“This feels like a drama plot… a romantic getaway???”

It started with a simple Instagram post.

Y/n wasn’t one to flaunt her personal life, but tonight, something felt different. She uploaded a picture of her hand resting against a bouquet of white roses—and on her ring finger, a brand-new engagement ring sparkled under the dim light.

💍 CAPTION: “Some things are worth finding your way back to.”

The internet exploded.

🔥 BREAKING NEWS: Y/n Is Engaged!

"Months after rekindling her romance with Seungcheol, fans noticed Y/n sporting a dazzling engagement ring. While no official statement has been released, the caption and the ring say it all!"

As the world celebrated, somewhere in the quiet of their own little world, Seungcheol pulled Y/n into his arms and whispered against her forehead:

📝 Fans React:

💬 “THEY’RE REALLY ENDGAME OMG 😭😭”

💬 “Seungcheol, you romantic fool, YOU DID IT!!”

💬 “The way this love story has come full circle… I’M SOBBING.”

“Told you I’d never stop trying, baby."

Seungcheol Confirms Marriage to Y/n—Fans Go Wild!

Seventeen’s leader, Choi Seungcheol, has just dropped the biggest bombshell during an album promotion event—he and Y/n are officially married!

"We Got Married Recently" – Seungcheol’s Unexpected Announcement

During an interview for Seventeen’s latest album, the members were discussing the inspiration behind their new songs. When asked about the meaning behind a particularly heartfelt track, Seungcheol smiled knowingly.

“This one’s special. It’s about someone I love. Actually… I guess it’s the perfect time to say it—Y/n and I recently got married.”

The room went silent for a second before exploding into chaos.

The members clapped and cheered. The interviewers were speechless, fumbling for words before finally stuttering, “Wait—married?! Like, officially?”

Seungcheol grinned. “Yeah. Officially.”

As if that wasn’t enough, minutes after the interview aired, Seungcheol posted a never-before-seen picture of Y/n on his Instagram.

The photo was simple yet stunning—Y/n sitting in their living room, wearing one of Seungcheol’s oversized hoodies, holding a cup of tea with a soft smile.

The caption?

“Wifey. ❤️”

The Internet Breaks: Fans & Celebrities React

Within minutes, social media exploded.

Even celebrities joined in.

🔹 "WHAT DO YOU MEAN WIFEY????? SEUNGCHEOL PLEASE EXPLAIN.”

🔹 “Not only are they back together, THEY’RE ACTUALLY MARRIED. MY HEART CAN’T TAKE THIS.”

🔹 "This man just dropped a marriage announcement like it was a casual Tuesday.”

Jeonghan commented: “Wow, we lost him for real. Congrats, bro.”

Seungkwan: “I DESERVE CREDIT FOR THIS!!!”

Hoshi: “Does this mean I can still be part of your love story? 😭”

Following Seungcheol’s viral "Wifey ❤️" post, fans eagerly waited for Y/n’s response—and she did not disappoint.

She uploaded a candid photo of Seungcheol in their home, wearing a cozy sweater, running a hand through his hair as he smiled at something off-camera.

The caption?

“Hubby ❤️”

As expected, the internet went absolutely wild.

Mingyu: “Wow, you two are really doing this, huh?”

🔹 “WIFEY AND HUBBY POSTS ON THE SAME DAY???? THEY ARE SO IN LOVE I’M CRYING.”

🔹 “Y/n is now officially the luckiest person alive. Like. LOOK AT HIM.”

🔹 “THEY REALLY GOT MARRIED AND NOW THEY’RE CASUALLY POSTING ABOUT IT LIKE THIS ISN’T THE BIGGEST NEWS EVER.”

Jeonghan: “I give it 3 months before Seungcheol starts posting ‘My wife is the most beautiful person in the world’ every single day.”

Woozi: “Congrats, now please stop writing sad songs about her.”

Felix (Stray Kids): “This is actually the cutest thing I’ve seen in my life.”

After days of trending worldwide, Seungcheol and Y/n finally sat down for their first official interview as husband and wife. Fans had been eagerly waiting to hear their love story straight from them, and the couple did not hold back!

1️⃣ Why Did Y/n Give Seungcheol a Second Chance?

💬 Y/n: “A lot of people asked me this, and honestly, I asked myself the same thing at first. But… Seungcheol never stopped trying. Even when I was stubborn, even when I told him to move on, he just kept proving to me—through his actions, not just words—that his love for me never changed.”

💬 Seungcheol: [laughs shyly] “It was never even a question for me. I just knew she was the one, and I was willing to wait however long it took.”

2️⃣ How Did Seungcheol Propose?

💬 Seungcheol: “I was nervous. Like, really nervous. I had planned everything perfectly, but when the moment came, my hands were shaking.”

💬 Y/n: [laughs] “I noticed! He dropped the ring box at one point.”

💬 Seungcheol: “I wanted it to be special, but at the same time, I didn’t want some big public thing. So, I took her to the place where we had our very first date. Just the two of us. I told her everything I felt—why I loved her, why I’d never stop choosing her. And then I got down on one knee and asked.”

💬 Y/n: “And I said yes. Obviously.”

3️⃣ How Did the Seventeen Members Help?

💬 Seungcheol: [groans] “Oh my God. They were worse than me.”

💬 Y/n: “It was adorable, actually.”

💬 Seungcheol: “So, before I proposed, the guys decided they had to be involved. I thought they’d just help with the setup or something, but no… they insisted on singing ‘Marry Me’ by Jason Derulo while I was proposing.”

💬 Y/n: “I walked into the venue and suddenly all of Seventeen was standing there, singing with way too much passion.”

💬 Seungcheol: “Jeonghan was even pretending to wipe tears like he was my mother.”

💬 Y/n: [laughing] “It was so chaotic but also the sweetest thing ever.”

4️⃣ Why Did You Keep the Marriage a Secret for So Long?

💬 Y/n: “We really wanted to enjoy this moment for ourselves first. In this industry, so much of our lives is public, and we just wanted a little while where it was just us.”

5️⃣ How Did Seungcheol Win Y/n Over Again?

💬 Y/n: [teasingly] “He was persistent. Annoyingly so.”

💬 Seungcheol: “I sent her flowers every day, wrote her letters, checked in on her, reminded her of all the little things I remembered about her. I just wanted her to know that no matter how much time passed, my love for her never changed.”

💬 Y/n: “At first, I was so set on keeping my distance, but then one day… I realized I didn’t want to run anymore.”

💬 Seungcheol: “So, you admit I won?”

💬 Y/n: [laughs] “You never had to ‘win.’ You were already the one.”

6️⃣ Final Thoughts?

💬 Seungcheol: “I know our story has been crazy—lots of ups and downs. But I think that’s what makes it special. We grew, we changed, and we still found our way back to each other. And now… I get to call her my wife.”

💬 Y/n: “And I get to call him my husband.”

💬 Seungcheol: [grinning at her] “Best title I’ve ever had.”

As expected, social media exploded with love and admiration for the couple.

🔹 “This is literally a K-drama but real life.”

🔹 “Seventeen SINGING while he proposed? I need a documentary on this whole love story.”

🔹 “They were always meant to be. I’m so happy for them.”

With their love stronger than ever, Seungcheol and Y/n’s journey continues—but this time, as husband and wife.

[ithebookhoarder]

Hello hi ! 🤗

Can you do a "bau reacts" when they are undercover in public and about to be found out so the reader just starts making out with them to pretend they are just a couple?

(BAU Headcanons) Making out Undercover

A/N: Mwahaha. Oh, this is a good prompt. Thanks for making me daydream all afternoon. Enjoy my lovelies 😉 Also, as a note, I'm writing the main BAU where I'm at watching it (season 13) plus Luke as he was requested previously 💕

Warnings: Mentions of threat, mentions of weapons, alcohol references, sexual references, implied cases / unsubs. (Let me know if I missed any)

Aaron Hotchner

We know Aaron doesn’t go undercover for most cases, so this would have to be a big case to get him into the field. 

This man would be in shock. Let’s be real. He would freeze in place and try to argue for a split second until he realises what you’re trying to do and why - even if you were already together. 

As soon as they’re gone though, you’d glance up and see his usual steely glare that tells you you’re in for a scolding once this is over. 

However, you’d have to be blind to miss the way he lingers for a moment, holding you close for half a second longer than necessary. 

“I feel I should remind you that we are in the field, and whilst it may have worked, I can’t endorse it as a tactic in future. Understood?” 

“So I’m hearing that we’re leaving this off of our case report then?” 

“Agreed. I don’t need to give Strauss anything else to use to go after us and the team.”

He would roll his eyes and take off after the Unsub, but you’d have to be blind to miss the way he smirks as he goes. 

David Rossi 

He’d be a little embarrassed but mostly quite smug about the whole thing, even if you were supposed to be undercover. 

“Well, I can safely say in all my years in this field I don’t think that’s ever happened to me before.” 

He’d also refuse to let you apologise for your actions afterwards either. 

One, because he’s kind of flattered. 

Two, because he’s been around the block a few times and knows that sometimes you have to do what it takes to solve a case or protect yourselves. 

Three, you were supposed to be a couple and kissing is what couples do. He’s only sour because if anything he would have liked to be the one who kissed you. 

“Relax about it, would you? I won’t tell you some of the things Gideon and I had to do back in the old days. That was before all this new paperwork and guidelines, so that’s all I’ll say on the matter.” 

You make a point of remembering to ask him about that at your next night off over drinks. 

Derek Morgan

Derek is always up for anything so I feel like he’d be pretty relaxed about being undercover with you, even if you weren't together romantically. He has no issue playing your pretend boyfriend for one night, and is quick to wrap his arm around you. 

Which is why it would be such a surprise to him when it’s you who initiated the kiss. 

Derek would freeze for like a second, but only out of shock. However, you know he wouldn’t fight you on it. 

The second his brain catches up to his body he would be kissing you back, doing everything in his power to match your energy and sell this kiss. 

If anything, you’re going to have to be the one to break away once the coast is clear and remind him you’re still technically in the field and that your team is probably wondering where the hell you are right now - and why you stopped responding to your comms. 

“I’m just saying, if we get to do that then we need to be partnered up more often.” 

“Yeah yeah, Morgan. Let’s just hope Penelope didn’t see that else we’ll never be hearing the end of it.” 

Emily Prentiss

She’s been undercover plenty of times in her life and spent a whole chunk of time actually fake-married to Doyle for an op, so she’d be the most comfortable and understanding if you grabbed her for a kiss - especially if you were meant to be a fake couple. 

She’d work it out pretty quickly and would respond in kind, pressing herself against you and running her hands all over you. 

“Quick thinking with the kiss,” she’d whisper as she brushed a kiss against your neck. 

She’d also know exactly where the Unsub is afterwards too, having kept watch in her peripheral vision. 

She wouldn’t even have to break eye contact with you before she informed you, “3 o’clock. He just left out the fire exit.” 

With that, she’d be off. 

She also probably wouldn’t even bring it up again until you’re both back on the jet. Then she’d be smirking at you across the top of her drink and chuckling to herself. 

“Normally I’d insist dinner first but given that we caught that bastard I think we’re even.” 

JJ

JJ knows about going undercover and it takes a lot to rattle her. She would probably go along with the action, even if she’d stay kind of stiff for a good minute or so. 

However, she’s a good agent and knows about maintaining a cover so quickly catches on when you pull her in. 

She’d return the kiss, shooting glances out the corner of her eye when she thinks it might be safe to check on their target. If it doesn’t look like they’re buying it, she’ll turn things up a notch and spin you around so that she could take control. 

“My gun is under my jacket. Reach for it slowly if he comes any closer,” she’d warn, but thankfully you don’t need it. Eventually they leave, distracted by something else, leaving you and JJ to recover.

After catching your breath, you both take off in the direction your target just left in. You can tell JJ is trying not to laugh about what just happened, choosing to make it funny rather than uncomfortable if you weren't together romantically.  

Which means you know she’d enjoy teasing you about it in front of the others, making your cheeks burn as she announces on the jet: “For the record, even though it was a ‘cover kiss’ it was pretty good. Just saying. Maybe you should give Morgan some tips. That way he might get a girl to call him back after a first date.” 

Luke Alvez

It doesn’t matter if he’s ex-army or whatever. Undercover is not really Luke’s thing and even then, he is more used to infiltrating gangs than playing house. 

Basically, he would be surprised by your actions, despite being undercover together. Like, I can see his eyebrows hitting his hairline so fast, bless him. He’d look like a deer in headlights. 

“Woah, sweetheart, slow your roll-“ 

“- Luke. Shut up and kiss me. Now.” 

“I - ok.” 

Just like that, he’d take control, turning and pressing you against the nearest wall in an attempt to shield you from whoever was watching. He’d also be such a gentleman about it if you weren't already together romantically, keeping his hands on your waist and pulling away the minute he’s sure the danger has passed. 

Even then, he’d wait a minute before letting the two of you move from your position, just in case they come back. He’s your partner and he’s returning the favour for you keeping him safe, even if in an unsuspected manner.

“You good?”

“Luke. Shouldn’t I be asking you that? I was the one who planted myself on you.” 

“Potato, po-tah-to. Are they still over there?”

“No. They just left out the back.”

“Then let’s go, partner. Let’s catch this freak.” 

Penelope Garcia 

If Penelope is in the field then you know she is already hella nervous and out of her element. It doesn’t matter if there was a reason she was needed for this particular assignment, she would just take that as added pressure not to let everyone down.

Which is why I’m sure you’d feel worse about planting one on her - even if it does also help distract her from worrying for a minute.  

All I can imagine is her giving her trademark squeal of confusion and surprise, even if you gave her a hasty warning - and apology - about what you were going to do.

She’d be stunned at what was happening and probably takes a minute to realise she should probably try and kiss you back, or at least look less visibly startled about it. 

“I feel I should point out how unfair it is that this is permitted as ‘suitable workplace behaviour’ as we’re undercover, yet my flirtatious texts with Agent Morgan are not? I will be writing a strongly worded email when we get back, telling HR they can go shove their-”

“Pen? Hey, focus here. Unsub still watching us.” 

“Oh, right. Sorry! Ahem… as you were?”  

Also, you know that like a day or so later, once it’s all over, she sends you an email informing you that your new username on the BAU system is now ‘smoochykins’ and she will not change it until it becomes not-funny for her… which will probably be never. After all, Morgan has been ‘Chocolate Thunder’ for the last two years and is still going strong.  

Dr Spencer Reid

Spencer has been undercover before and is usually quite calm about it, even if it is faking a date or maintaining a story. Still, despite having to do your jobs, you’d hate to make him uncomfortable, knowing how he feels about any kind of physical contact - especially if you're not together. 

As he says, with the amount of bacteria shared by shaking hands you’d be safer kissing … guess it was time to take it literally. 

He’d be blushing like a tomato as you grab his jacket lapels and pull him close. And honestly? it’s kind of adorable. As is the way he tries to kiss you back, even if he still takes a minute to remember how to even move his body. 

I’m just picturing the Lila kiss in season one and how he eased into that and how stunned / embarrassed he seemed afterwards. He would pretty much be like that, but with a fake smile on his face as he rambled in your ear. 

“What was that?”

“I was covering our asses. We’re undercover, remember? We’re supposed to be a couple and couples kiss. Also, I’d thought you know, genius, that kissing and displays of public affection make people extremely uncomfortable.”

“No kidding… Morgan can never find out about this.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice. You got a deal, pretty boy. This is between us.” 

Masterlist

[kysstar]

BF!ATEEZ & WHEN YOU LEARN ABOUT THEIR HOBBIES | ATEEZ (requested 💕)

pairing : : bf!ateez x gn!reader

genre : : pure fluff

warnings : : none but a suggestive line if you squint (or its just me being dirty minded 🤷🏻‍♀️ )

author's note : : these are just my headcanons! they may differ from yours, so don't take them srsly <3 I was giggling and kicking my feet while writing this 💕 thank you for requesting this @atinyyuyu 💖

KIM HONG JOONG !

You walk into Hongjoong’s studio, casually pointing at something on his screen, mentioning a term he’s always ranted about.

He freezes. His eyes go wide like you just uncovered his biggest secret. Hands pause mid-air, hovering over his keyboard.

Blush creeps up his ears as he stares at you. “How… do you know that?” almost comes out as a whisper.

He groans, burying his face in his hands, mumbling about how he must talk too much. You laugh, nudging his shoulder, telling him you just listen because you like hearing him talk.

He peeks at you through his fingers, ears still pink, but there’s a small smile growing. His pride and shyness are battling inside him.

Then, the excitement wins. He starts explaining, hands moving as he talks, eyes sparkling. His voice speeds up, getting more passionate with every word.

You nod along, watching him, admiring how happy he looks when he talks about the things he loves.

At some point, he tugs you closer, absentmindedly pulling you into his lap, too caught up in his explanation to realize.

When he does realize, he pauses, looking at you like he just processed what he did.

Blush deepens. Hands hesitantly settle around your waist. A small, flustered laugh slips out before he just… continues talking, pretending like nothing happened.

His voice stays steady, but his grip on you tightens slightly whenever you shift.

You rest your head against his, listening to him ramble, feeling the warmth of his arms around you.

He notices but doesn’t say anything. Just smiles to himself and keeps talking, a little softer this time.

PARK SEONG HWA !

You casually mention a specific LEGO set while Seonghwa is focused on building, and he immediately stops. Hands frozen mid-air, eyes blinking at you like you just cracked a secret code.

Slowly, he turns to you, suspicion all over his face. “…How do you know about that?”

You grin, admitting you’ve heard him talk about it before. His ears instantly turn pink. He groans, covering his face with his hands. “I knew I talked too much.”

You laugh, sitting beside him, watching as he pretends to be embarrassed but keeps sneaking glances at you, lips twitching like he’s trying so hard not to smile.

“Do you wanna help?” His voice is quiet, almost shy. When you nod, his whole face softens. He gently places a tiny LEGO piece in your hand like it’s the most important job in the world.

As you build together, his usual careful and precise movements get a little clumsy. His fingers brush against yours, and you swear he hesitates before pulling away.

At some point, you get a piece stuck and struggle to pull it apart. He chuckles, shaking his head before scooting closer. “Here, let me.”

Instead of just taking it, he covers your hands with his, guiding your fingers as he helps you. His hands are warm, his touch lingering just a second longer than necessary.

You glance up, catching him already looking at you. He clears his throat, quickly focusing back on the LEGO set, ears betraying him by turning even redder.

After a while, you yawn, stretching your arms. Without thinking, he reaches out and gently fixes your hair, tucking a stray piece behind your ear before realizing what he just did.

He stiffens. You raise an eyebrow. His eyes dart to the LEGO set. “...It was in the way,” he mumbles, voice barely above a whisper.

You let it slide, but you don’t miss the small, flustered smile on his face as he keeps building—his hands still slightly shaky.

JEONG YUN HO !

You casually mention a strategy from his favorite game, and Yunho immediately pauses the game. No slow reaction, just an instant freeze. Controller still in his hands, mouth slightly open.

Turns to you, blinking in disbelief. “Wait… you know about that?” His voice is a mix of awe and mild panic.

When you nod, admitting you’ve heard him talk about it before, his face explodes into the biggest grin—but then it hits him. “Wait… have I been ranting that much?”

He groans, flopping back dramatically, covering his face with his hands. You poke his side, laughing. “It’s cute.”

His hands slowly lower, and his eyes narrow playfully. “Oh? Cute?” Next thing you know, he’s pulling you into a loose headlock, ruffling your hair as you squirm and protest.

He finally lets go, but not before pressing his cheek against yours for a second—quick, warm, and intentional. When he pulls back, his ears are red, but he pretends like nothing happened.

Offers you a controller, grinning. “Wanna play with me?” You agree, and the excitement in his eyes triples.

He scoots way too close, knee pressing against yours as he eagerly explains controls. His hand covers yours at one point, guiding your fingers on the buttons.

He’s terrible at hiding how happy he is. Keeps sneaking glances at you instead of the screen, smiling like an idiot every time you get something right.

When you win a round, he throws his hands up in fake defeat. "Okay, maybe you're not that bad,” he teases, eyes twinkling.

Suddenly leans in, resting his chin on your shoulder, voice softer now. “Guess I have competition now, huh?”

His breath is warm against your skin, and you don’t miss the way his fingers lightly drum against your knee.

He pulls back, still smiling, and hands you a snack like it’s a reward. “Okay, rematch. But this time, I won’t go easy on you.”

KANG YEO SANG !

You casually mention a specific skate trick Yeosang has been practicing for weeks, and he immediately freezes mid-motion. Board under his foot, arms slightly raised, completely stunned.

Turns to you slowly, eyes narrowed in suspicion. “How do you know about that?” His voice is calm, but his ears are betraying him, already turning red.

When you admit you’ve been watching him practice, he blinks a few times, then covers his face with his hoodie sleeve like you just exposed his deepest secret.

Tries to act unaffected but keeps stealing glances at you, lips twitching like he’s holding back a smile.

“Wanna try?” He finally asks, casually patting the skateboard—except he’s definitely nervous now.

Holds your hands way too carefully as you step onto the board, like you’re the most fragile thing in the world.

“Okay, just balance first,” he says, but he’s already hovering like he’s ready to catch you at any second.

The second you slightly wobble, his hands are immediately on your waist, steadying you. He doesn’t move them.

“See? You’re getting it,” he murmurs, voice softer now. His thumbs absentmindedly rub small circles against your sides before he quickly pulls away, clearing his throat.

After a while, you sit on the board while he pushes you gently, letting you glide across the pavement. He watches you with that soft smile.

When you reach the end, he crouches in front of you, resting his arms on his knees. “You look cute like this.” He says it so casually, like he doesn’t just make your heart race.

You throw a playful kick at him, and he laughs, grabbing your ankle before pulling you closer by the board.

Ends up just sitting beside you, the two of you sharing his hoodie while watching the sky turn orange.

“We should skate together more,” he murmurs after a while. Then, quietly—almost shyly—“Or just spend more time like this.”

CHOI SAN !

You show up at San’s place, casually holding a plushie he’s been wanting for ages. The moment he sees it, he gasps—like full-on, dramatic, hand-over-mouth gasp.

His eyes dart between you and the plushie, processing. Then, suddenly, he’s tackling you in a hug.

“HOW DID YOU—? WHERE DID YOU—?” He’s literally shaking you with excitement before snatching the plushie and hugging it like it’s the most precious thing in the world.

Looks at you, eyes shining, voice softer now. “You… remembered?”

When you nod, he just stares at you for a second, like he doesn’t know whether to scream, cry, or kiss you.

Instead, he flops onto the couch, dragging you down with him, the plushie squished between you both. His arms stay around you, warm and secure.

“This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten,” he mumbles, nuzzling into the plushie—then, after a pause, nuzzling into you too.

He doesn’t let go. Just stays there, holding onto both you and the plushie like you’re equally important (which, let’s be real, you are).

At some point, he quietly says, “You always listen to me, huh?” His voice is filled with something soft, something almost shy.

You hum in response, running your fingers through his hair absentmindedly. He melts.

He’s quiet for a while, just enjoying the warmth, then suddenly—“Okay, now you have to name it.”

He shoves the plushie in your face, dead serious. “It’s basically our child now.”

SONG MIN GI !

You show up with a rare vinyl record of an artist Mingi loves but could never find, casually handing it to him like it’s no big deal.

He just… stares at it. Then at you. Then back at the record. His mouth opens, but nothing comes out except a tiny, breathless, “No way.”

Gently takes it from your hands like it’s the most fragile thing in the world. Turns it over, checking the details, his fingers shaking a little.

“How did you even—? Where did you—?” His voice cracks mid-sentence, and you barely hold back a laugh.

He suddenly pulls you into a hug—tight and warm, like he’s trying to pour all his emotions into it.

Pulls back, eyes shining, then hugs you again because once wasn’t enough.

Five minutes later, he’s already setting up his record player, bouncing slightly on his feet like an excited puppy.

As soon as the music starts playing, he grabs your hands and starts swaying with you, even though it’s not even a dance track.

He’s humming along, looking at you more than the record, and oh no, he’s getting soft.

Midway through, he suddenly spins you around—way too enthusiastically—causing you to almost fall, but he catches you just in time, both of you collapsing into laughter.

You end up on the couch, him lying across it with his head in your lap, still rambling about how much this means to him.

He keeps looking up at you with this ridiculously fond smile, one hand playing with your fingers as the record crackles in the background.

At some point, he just sighs, closing his eyes, murmuring, “You’re actually the best, you know that?”

He falls asleep like that—smiling, music playing, your fingers running through his hair. And yeah, he’s definitely dreaming about you.

JUNG WOO YOUNG !

You casually mention wanting to cook a dish Wooyoung has been talking about forever, and he immediately gasps—dramatic, hands-on-his-chest levels of shock.

“YOU?! Want to cook that? With me?!” He’s already bouncing on his feet, practically vibrating with excitement.

Before you can react, he’s grabbing an apron and spinning you around, insisting on tying it for you. “Stay still,” he hums, pulling the strings snugly around your waist.

He definitely lingers, hands resting on your hips a second too long. “Perfect,” he murmurs, voice a little too smug in your ear.

Immediately back to his usual self, he pulls you to the counter, explaining the steps with way too much enthusiasm. Keeps leaning in way too close, just because he can.

At one point, he dips his finger into a sauce and holds it up to your lips. “Taste.” His grin is teasing, but his eyes are soft.

When you hesitate, he boops your nose with his sauce-covered finger instead. “Fine, I’ll just feed you myself~”

And he does, gently pressing his finger to your lips, watching with a very satisfied smile as you taste it.

He gets playful, stealing tiny bites of ingredients, making a mess on purpose just so he can pout and say, “Guess we have to clean up together~”

Randomly back hugs you while you stir the pot, chin resting on your shoulder. Sways you side to side, murmuring, “We should cook together like this every day.”

When you finally finish, he sits you down, insisting he plates everything. “I have to impress you, obviously.”

He watches so intently as you take your first bite, eyes glowing when you tell him it’s good.

Then, with zero warning, he tackles you into another hug, peppering quick kisses all over your face. “You’re officially my cooking partner for life!”

He keeps holding on, swaying with you in his arms, mumbling something about how he loves this—loves you—but quickly covers it up with a loud, “Okay, now dessert!” before you can tease him.

CHOI JONG HO !

You casually mention a pool technique Jongho once ranted about, throwing in a term he’s definitely used before.

He stops mid-shot, cue stick still in position, and just stares at you. Like you just told him you’ve secretly been a pool champion this whole time.

“Wait… how do you know that?” His voice is calm, but his eyes are so wide.

When you shrug and say you’ve heard him talk about it, he exhales, shaking his head with the smallest, flustered smile. “I really talk too much, huh?”

Tries to act unaffected, but the way he keeps rubbing the back of his neck definitely gives him away.

Offers to test your knowledge, stepping behind you and adjusting your stance, his hands warm as they rest on your arms.

He’s way too close now, voice soft as he murmurs, “Like this.” His breath tickles your ear, and you swear he’s doing it on purpose.

Guides your shot, his grip firm but gentle. When you actually make it in, he grins so proudly, ruffling your hair. “Not bad.”

But the second he takes a shot, you distract him by casually complimenting his form. His cue stick slips, and he glares at you while you laugh. “You did that on purpose.”

Tries to act mad but fails because he loves seeing you smile. “Alright, if that’s how we’re playing…”

Next thing you know, he’s caging you against the table, one hand flat beside you, smirking. “Maybe I should play like this. You wouldn’t be able to focus either.”

You shove him, and he finally bursts into laughter, pulling you into a quick hug before letting you go.

As the game goes on, he casually feeds you small snacks between turns, making sure you’re comfortable without even thinking about it.

When you win a round, he groans, flopping dramatically onto the table. “This is rigged.”

But then he peeks at you, a small, proud smile tugging at his lips. “Guess I have to play with you more, huh?”

© kysstar