#is going to stay in my mind for a long time

[glitterfingers]

Started as a silly crush from twelve? Thirteen? years ago. These feelings have existed for more than a decade. I live a quick jeep away from where i last saw you. I still recall your face between my legs in the blue room that December morning. I'm not sorry I didn't stay when you asked, but I regret being scared out of my mind when you requested tulog muna tayo, huwag ka munang umalis. My regrets are few and far between but I'll admit i regret not staying. For you I admit I remain a staunch defender of being absolutely selfish with my heart. I would not have survived you if you lied and pretended to want me when you didn't. But i can live through this pining. Thanks for rejecting the hypothetical but sincere request, for not being an asshole and using me for your ego (the bar is in the lowest circle of hell). After all those years of denying it to myself, you remain a constant ache in my chest. I still dream about you once a year and am hit with obscene longing every time. It would be comical if I weren't so disgusted at how much i want. And I'm so frustrated because it's been four years since I've last talked to you and it's you that i want specifically and only you. The blue room is long gone. That morning exists only in my memories. I've known no peace since. Thought time away would make the desire fade but it only gave the yearning depth. I've tried I've been trying i continue to try to let it go, let the wanting of you go. I endure raw desperation and this version is somehow the most amusing to my other friends, but the worst to you and you're not the cause, i just wish it were easier for me to have been your friend without simultaneously craving you.

But my long term longing is in your shape and the color of your skin and the tattoos you let me bite and how the morning sun hit your eyes and how we made each other laugh and i miss you all the time. How are your parents. What did you think about Senshi's story from Dungeon Meshi. What obscure movie are you going to recommend me now. Let's debate on why you said Junji Ito was for normies. I'll give you some of my tea and you'll thank me. Your friends probably still love you, even though your lives have all evolved, just talk to them. Will you let me kiss you properly just one last time? Don't let me kiss you, i'll probably never want to let go. I still haven't, but I swear I've tried everything I know though. Or do let me. I dont know. I've loved a couple people since the last time i thought i was in love with you. Apparently i cannot framework myself out of desire (who knew), but I've pried away the excess. I can love people without wanting them in my life anymore. Tell your parents you love them before it's too late.

I send a quick prayer for you every year on your birthday, i stopped greeting you because you never sounded like you enjoyed any of it, but it doesn't matter, the prayer is for my benefit, i never forget. I wish i could.

I wanted you before I knew how to be your friend. Maybe now I am paying that price. I like to believe I'm a better friend and lover now too, but we owe each other nothing. I love you anyway. I know you're not happy, but I hope you're content. I hope one day I'll see you out and about and my heart will stop feeling like it'll explode at the sight of your face. I'm a good liar but i know i can't help but look at you with reverence. Is that why you always looked like you knew something i didn't? I wonder what you saw on my face those last few times. I never did know how to covet without sacrificing and carving out a part of myself, but whatever spell you have me on means I've gotten better at loving myself too. I am no longer unhinged by longing and regret and aching. Time and space away from you (and everyone else really) has taught me that i dont need to bleed to prove my capacity to love. That sometimes the best way to love someone is to leave them the fuck alone because it'll be the best for everyone involved.

I'll see you. Probably next year in my dreams again.

Dedicated to the girl who continues to haunt my dreams even though it's been years since we spoke.

erin morgenstern/richard siken/stick season - noah kahan/not a muse: the inner lives of women: a world poetru anthology; "mountain nights" - rati saxena, edited by kate rogers and viki holmes/unknown/ @2j/unknown/do I wanna know - arctic monkeys/dear friend, - dayglow/ @etherealarte/we should be well prepared - mary oliver

[vouges]

word count: 750 - nsfw, minors do not interact.

Tattoo artist Simon! who had a busy schedule, very high in demand yet for some reason always had a spot available for you.

Tattoo artist Simon! who swore the discount he gave you was just a friendly gesture, brushing it off as a way to make a loyal client feel appreciated.

Tattoo artist Simon! who never did more than necessary, the touch routine and practiced, yet with you he always let his fingers linger longer than they needed to, almost caressing, before you heard the familiar buzz of the needle.

"Gotta keep still for me, yeah?" he murmured, "Can’t be messing up my pretty canvas"

Tattoo artist Simon! who felt like a fool every time his cock hardened when you’d send through a picture of your healed up tattoo, with a sweet little thank you message always accompanied by a heart that pathetically made him want to cum in his boxers.

Tattoo artist Simon! who insisted you were just another client, even as he fucked his fist to the images of you engrained into his mind. He felt like a desperate mess, cock achingly hard as ropes of cum shot out, splattering across his stomach all from the slithers of skin that he’d seen when tattooing you. God, how easily you made him feel like an inexperienced virgin.

Tattoo artist Simon! who messaged back embarrassingly fast when you asked if he ever wanted to meet up outside of just a tattooing session. He cringed afterwards, noticing the typos and the awkward combination of emojis used.

'A thumbs up and two smiles?' he thought to himself, 'Real great Simon, should've thrown in the entire happy categories of emojis whilst you're at it'

Tattoo artist Simon! who couldn't believe his luck when you and him wound up on your sofa after dinner and a few drinks at a local pub but makes no move to question it as you both kiss messily, tongues dancing and hands reaching everywhere they can with the current restriction of your clothes.

"Wow- this is actually happening, huh?" he mumbled as you kissed messily, hands grasping at each other, "God, you've no idea how long I've been waiting for this"

Tattoo artist Simon! who had to bite down on your shoulder to muffle the groan that escaped him as he bottomed out in you for the first time. Hands gripping your hips tight enough to bruise as if he was scared you'd disappear if he let up.

"Fuuuck-" he whispered shakily as he tried to remind himself you had neighbours and very thin walls, "God that feels so good."

Tattoo artist Simon! who quickly gave up on any attempt to be quiet once he heard how pretty your moans sounded, selfishly wanting them to grace his ears with every thrust as he tilted your head back, not wanting you to stifle your moans with the cushions underneath you.

"Shit- no, keep making those sounds," he murmured, breath hot against your skin, "Wanna hear every single one of ‘em, don't go quiet on me, doll"

Tattoo artist Simon! who honestly felt like he'd never experienced sex this good, even on a less than comfortable sofa that he knew would leave him sore in the morning, it was worth it as he felt your pussy clench around his cock, so warm and tight, milking him for all his worth.

"Fuck- so...so, good-" he almost whined, punctuating each word with a thrust, his balls slapping against your skin as he increased tempo, "Could stay like this forever."

Tattoo artist Simon! who kissed you with so much more care than you'd ever expect as you both came, you gushing around his cock as his cum shot out, painting your walls, before slowly oozing out from where you were both connected.

Tattoo artist Simon! who had to take a moment to admire the sight of your blissed out face as you lay back on the sofa, slick with sweat and his cum running out of you.

Tattoo artist Simon! who laughed as he lay beside you on a sofa that was way too small, the both of you talking about everything and nothing at all before realising you'd both denied wanting this for so long.

"I tried so hard not to like you, thinking you were too good for me- hoping it would keep the thoughts at bay," he chuckled, a contagious sound as he ran his fingers across your skin, "Didn’t work for shit obviously with you wanting me just as bad."

[slightlovelygirl]

⋆˚࿔ but there was a time…; billie x reader

reader joins in on a tiktok trend following breakup with long term girlfriend Billie who of course sees the post 🫀

warnings. intense/distraught heartbreak (implied depression), angst

wc. 1477

7:36 P.M.

You weren’t trying to get a reaction, you honestly didn’t think she would see it.

When a certain sad trend crossed your feed multiple times in one evening you decided to join in. It was fitting, you were still heartbroken. Point blank heartbroken, not a spiteful ex who wanted the other to feel pain—not yet anyway.

It had been just over nine months since you and Billie split. Five years down the drain. Five years of her contact being pinned to the top of your messages screen. Five years of sharing the same bed. Five years of green room pep talks.

Five of the best years of your life, now dissolved in your tears. So excuse you for not being over it quite yet.

Joining in on the trend, you picked a mirror selfie you took earlier in the week: the one of you before going out to lunch with a friend, your face slightly solemn in the dim hallway light.

Taking a quick deep breath you began scrolling back further and further into your camera roll, to a photo you couldn’t bring yourself to delete quite yet. One Billie had actually taken. It was from her perspective as she straddled your body.

The two of you had been play fighting. Billie illegally tickling you despite a pinky promise made not to years ago; it was broken frequently.

“Wait!” She exclaimed suddenly, dropping herself onto you and taking each of your forearms to stop your wriggling.

“Billieee,” you wined. “Get off of me. You’re too heavy.” You giggled from her weight on your stomach.

But she was too busy looking around to hear you.

“Where’s your phone?” She asked and quickly retrieved it from the direction you pointed.

Hovering over you, her face was soon blocked by the double lensed camera.

“What’re you doing?” You questioned, moving your head to see her. She combated your move with her own.

“Stay still. You look like an angel right now.” Her tone was surprisingly serious as she focused.

You rolled your eyes but did as she said, only letting a sloppy smile stay. Your eyes didn’t meet the camera’s though, they stayed concentrated behind it. Peering past it to see Billie, it’s all you ever wanted to see.

After a moment she dropped your phone again, discarding it to a spot next to you on the bed.

“Seriously doll, ‘m gonna have to make that my lock screen. And screensaver. And your contact photo. And maybe even my profile pic. Need everyone to see how pretty my girl is.” Her ramblings interrupted only by a peck from you in between every line.

“Alright Bee. Whatever you say.”

Your hands slightly tremble as you tap on the intimate memory. Images of the way Billie’s bottom lip caught in her teeth while concentrating when taking the picture flooding your already clouded mind.

After selecting the photos you added the trending text. Over slide one you curated a small list of things in your day to day life you’ve changed: a one room apartment, dinners for one, focusing on friends more, and phone on dnd. And over slide two: but there was once a time…

You tried thinking of a lighthearted caption, but your heart was anything but light. You actually wished it felt heavy, that would be proof it was still there. Proof you were alive.

No, your chest felt empty most days. It was as if with Billie’s departure she took your heart. She probably did, it belonged to her for so long she probably had forgotten to give it back.

Instead you type out how you feel: i really hope she wasn’t once in a lifetime.

Hitting post you let out a shaky breath and promptly force yourself to forget about it.

2:09 A.M.

It takes a third call and a total of 96 seconds for you to wake up. Finally rising to the noise of your phone aggressively buzzing on your nightstand.

Without reading the caller ID, you answer. Assuming it’s an emergency, why else would someone be calling in the middle of the night?

“Hello?” Your voice thick with sleep, it was barely able to push air out to answer.

A weak voice replies. “Doll?”

Her. Billie.

Suddenly you have a different issue, you have no oxygen in your lungs to talk back. Hearing her voice for the first time in nine months was a gut punch.

“Doll, it’s you, right? You haven’t changed your number, right?” The way she ends her sentence, it sounds like a desperate plea.

“Billie.” You finally choke out. Tears brim the corners of your eyes.

“Good. It is you,” she says relieved.

Good? How inconsiderate could she be? Waking up her ex after leaving her high and dry, no word for nine months. In the middle of the night no less, to what? Harass her? Give a half-assed apology because she missed her body next to hers?

“This is good for you? So you get to decide when it’s okay to call? And you think that that is almost a year after you leave me hollow?”

A deep breath crackles over the line. “I’m- Look.” But silence takes over instead.

You listen for what might have been an hour, waiting. Until the floodgates open.

“I would say ‘I’m sorry’ but I know that’s not enough. Not enough for you and not enough of what I want to say.”

You consider interrupting her. Consider being angry and letting her have it. Consider making her feel as worthless as she made you feel that night.

“You’re just, not what I need.” Billie couldn’t even look you in the eye when she said it. Hands in her lap, they shook from holding them still instead of fiddling with the ring on her thumb like she always did.

“Not what you need?” You replied completely taken by surprise. “You couldn’t have told me that five years ago? Before I let you engrave yourself into every aspect of my life?”

You left that night. Everything packed into the few bags your friends lent while carrying your things out of the apartment. Their eyes shooting daggers towards Billie who sat silently at the dinner table with a blank expression, staring down at the empty wooden surface.

She never called after that, no text. Not from her or any one of her family members. Your mutual friends didn’t push you to go out with them anymore, understanding what they reminded you of. Giving you space.

No one expected that space to still be going on nine months later.

So when you decided to stay silent—like she was that night—and listen to what she had to say, Billie was surprised. She expected you to talk over her, tell her to go fuck herself and never contact you again.

But you missed her voice too much to risk this opportunity. Nine months sober from her, it didn’t mean you didn’t miss it. The way her inflection danced around your ears, saying your name like it the most beautiful word constructed by man.

“I haven’t spent a single day not regretting what I did to you. I’ve never been so disappointed in myself.” She took a breath. “You are the single best thing to happen to me, and it scared me. I had never been given such an opportunity as being yours and I didn’t know how to treat it.”

Tears slipped down your face without you noticing.

“A year ago I passed a jewelry store with my mom and she asked me, “When are you going to settle down with y/n?” And it became so real to me then that there was a chance you wouldn’t choose forever with me. Or you would and then one day decide you didn’t want it anymore.”

You were sat up in bed now. Your head tilted back against the headboard. Phone in your lap. Billie over speaker mode.

“That fear ate at me for a few months. Until one night…” It didn’t need to be spoken. You both had clearly thought about it everyday.

“And so I’m calling you to say, I’m not once in a lifetime. I am your lifetime, I want your lifetime. If you’ll have me again, please. I can’t take back my mistake but I will spend the rest of forever making it up to you.”

She took another breath and then, silence. Silence took its turn instead of you.

“Doll? You still with me?”Billie asks, fear taking over again.

You exhale. “Come over. Before I change my number.”

She doesn’t miss a beat. “On it,” she hangs up.

Letting out a shaky breath you close your eyes. You won’t forgive her anytime soon, she knew that. But having her by your side during the process will make it much easier.

a/n. i kinda actually hate the way this turned out… 🫠 but hey im posting this at 11:54 so technically still on the 23rd. send requests i’ll do better i promise (i might edit this later)

[zulashi-the-writer]

Hii💗 just came from your polyrujinu fic and absolutely devoured it, I saw that your request are open so I was thinking if you could write another polyrujinu fic but with a reader who has a secret identity 🤭

Like since both of them kept secrets from reader then why don't reader kept secrets from them😏

Honestly, I was thinking of reader being apart of alien stage, possibly a character like luka from alien stage?

And how would they react when they saw reader on stage😳 (I CAN SMELL THE DRAMA) and to not complicate things perhaps when reader is on stage she altered her appearance to be mostly unrecognizable 😚

If this request is overwhelming, you can just ignore this💖 (also would love more of poly rujinu crumbs even if it's not base on this request 🤭)

I'm really sorry I haven't watched Alien Stage🥲 so I hope you don't mind I'm making them apart of a band, which is K/DA

Biggest Fans

Poly Rujinu x Popstar Reader

Summary: when your secret comes out in the most terrible way and your walls come crashing down with the two most people in your life

1st/2nd person pov

"Ain't nobody bringing us down, down, down, down"- POP/STARS I sang into the mic, my mask making my hot breath fan into my face I held my pose as the crowd cheered, I stared out looking at all the band lights smiling underneath the fabric it feels amazing standing here, I relaxed from my pose along with my band mates taking a bow before running off stage peeling my mask off releasing a long awaited breath.

"Huntrix is here" one of our crew squealed making my body tense, my hands quickly rushed to put of the mask making a few mistakes as I watched them approach, Rumi smiled making my heart flutter "you guys were amazing" Zoey squealed rushing to hug all of us, the sudden pressure of her hug making me breathless, we all breathed out a 'thank you' leading them back to our changing room, we did a collab when we were just starting out so it's been a few times were we just hang out but my mask always stays on which they thankfully never question.

We plopped down on the couch with a huff Rumi sitting across from me on her phone most likely texting Jinu about dinner later, my heart jumped hearing my phone buzzed alerting me of a text, I watched her eyes flicker over with curiosity, I pulled it out, the screen switched on displaying her notification with a few hearts next to her name "hey guys I'll be back family calling" I laughed nervously standing up from my spot, walking into the connecting bathroom and shutting the door.

'Hey can I come over after this hangout???' my heart raced as my finger tips hung over the keyboard, I hate having to lie 'I'll be home late I have some new clients coming in for measurements, I have some snacks in the cupboard if your hungry' I typed out only to delete it 'I'm going to be here late tonight how about tomorrow?' I released a shaky breath as I pressed send, my eyes watched the double ticks turn blue, my breath catching as I saw the bubbles pop up and then disappear "everything ok in there" my body jumped and stumbled to catch my phone as it fell from my hands "y-yeah just a minute' I called out straightening up as I caught my phone, I checked one more time but no messages before slipping it back in my pocket.

It wasn't the first time I asked to move plans but they've done it to so she can't be that upset about it, I rolled my shoulders back relaxing them before leaving the bathroom, everyone was already standing by the door "so early" I asked confused Rumi only glanced at me before returning to her bandmate "yeah we got to bounce" Mira murmured her lips curled in a slight smile, we bid our goodbyes before they left.

"You know one of these days you are going to have to tell them" Madison spoke laying a gentle hand on my shoulder as I pulled off the mask, letting it hang loose on my fingers "I know your scared but they love you and I doubt they'd break up with you for being a superstar" she smiled before heading to her makeup chair, I stared at the ground in a daze 'how would it be if I told them' my mind went straight into a negative spiral it always does when it comes to them, I don't want to lose them, I just can't and them knowing I was lying would hurt them.

"Maybe" I murmured drowning out the conversation that continued sitting out the couch staring at my black screen no response or call just silent, it was nerve wrecking my phone dinged with a notification but it wasn't hers I tapped on it and it took me to a Insta live, jinu dancing with the band preforming on of their new songs, my heart fluttered he was just amazing "I'm gonna head out" I said standing up from my spot, I took off my mask and slid it into my pocket along with my phone.

I grabbed the rest of my things and waved everyone goodbye "remember I want the finished melody by tonight" our manager called out but I just waved him off and rushed into our drivers car that was waiting for me, we talked a little as my eyes traveled across the passing buildings watching the billboards switch between us, Huntrix and Saja Boys for the upcoming idol awards I sighed out of frustration throwing my head back against the head rest, this was so frustrating, why can't this be easy.

The car pulled up a hill nearing my small house slowly coming to a holt infront of its quaint garden, the beautiful wild flowers lit up by the small garden lights "goodnight" I smiled at the driver, stepping out of the car my body shivered at the cold night air, I just needed to shower I groaned in delight imagining the hot water racing down my body, I rushed into the house kicking my shoes off greeting the animals as I placed down my things heading straight for my room tearing off my clothes as I went, walking through my bedroom towards the bathroom I switched in the light before stepping into it, I was hit by the cold radiating off of the tiles.

My body quivered as I stepped into the shower turning on the water, a cold squeal leaving my throat as the cold water ran down my body before it started getting warmer, my body relaxed as the water heated up letting my hands ease my stiff muscles, once my body was relaxed I began to wash, combing my shampoo through my hair with my fingers letting the soap suds flow over my body I raised my head closing my eyes lifting my hand to rub my face, I i moved my hands to the tap starting to close it savoring the feeling of warmth till there was nothing left.

I grabbed my towel wrapping it around my body, flicking my hair forward wrapping it up too to dry, I walked into my room jumping onto my plush king sized bed grabbing my laptop bringing it infront of me "the finished melody here I come" I murmured stretching out my arms grabbing my headphones placing them over my ears, turned on my laptop scrolling to my music files watching the melody appear on my screen, pressing play the music was low in the background as I started feeling the beat "Is it really a surprise if I'm playing with your mind? And I treat you like a prize then I throw you to the side? Am I really that bad if I love to make you mad? And get happy when you're sad? Only care about a bag" my voice dwindled as I sung the new lyrics typing them as I go.

"In control That's how I like it and I'm never letting go, na-ah-ah Never had a soul (soul) So you ain't taking nothing from me when you go, na-ah-ah I'll stay so deep inside your brain And take you somewhere far away" - Villains the music continued as the lyrics flowed out my life my eyes closed tight getting into the mood, my eyes scrunched closed as the lights flicked on, the lyrics caught in my throat, I opened my eyes looking towards the door to see Jinu and Rumi there their expressions almost unreadable, I rushed from my spot flicking my headphones from my head cringing as the song started playing on full volume "I-I" I didn't know what to say and quickly turned off the song shutting the laptops lid, I looked towards Rumi seeing her hold herself the look of hurt taking over her face "Rumi i-" I paused watching her throw my mask onto the floor infront of me.

"that yours" she questioned her voice low her eyes not meeting mine, I bent down grabbing it and mumbling a quick 'yeah' "why did you not tell us" she muttered moving uncomfortably on her feet I hated seeing her like this 'rumi' I said stepping forward but she stepped away from me making me holt in my movements I opened my mouth, my words coming out shaking "I don't know why I didn't tell you, I just didn't know how to bring it up now it seemed to late to tell you" jinu just looked between us not knowing what to say.

"you could've told me when we first collabed together or the second or how about the fifth" her voice slowly getting louder with each word leaving her lips "I'm sorry Rumi I really didn't know how to tell you" I said making her sigh and look down towards the ground "is that why you always cancel on us" jinu said his voice cracked like holding back emotions, I sighed heavily running my hands over my face "this isn't how it's supposed to happen" I breathed in frustration.

"let me guess you didn't want us to know" jinu muttered my mouth gaped "jinu you know that's not true" I said but he just shook his head moving out of the door "I think it best we leave so you can focus on your secret life" Rumi murmured following after him, I called out but no response just the sound of the closing door, I stumbled back sitting on the bed my hands gripping the edge of it, my phone dinging with messages, my chest heaving with every breath as I went over the conversation in my head imagining the different why it could've gone.

My body was stiff as I moved my hand to grab my phone, my eyes widening as I read their messages:

Rumi: I just need time to think I'll message you when I'm ready

Jinu: me too

My eyes fluttered as I sent a thumbs up exiting the chat seeing my manager send a message on our group:

Manager: The driver will pick you guys up at eight the plane leave at nine

Madison: los Angeles here we come🥳

Lexie: can't wait🎉

I switched my phone off as the messages kept coming, placing it down on the bed I fell back against the mattress turning away from the device, I don't know how long I laid there just staring off at the wall ignoring the world around me, my eyes finally moved once I heard a meow coming from the door it was my cat toasty sitting his big eyes staring at me "feeding time already" I murmured to him groaning as I slowly got up half my body asleep, I slowly made my way to the kitchen filling up their bowls petting them as they walked past me "I'm gonna miss you guys" I said smiling at them before walking back to my room to pack before bed.

I sat on my suitcase finally closing it 'done' I breathed a sigh of relief pushing it next to the other one, I grabbed my carry on from my bed placing it on my suitcase, I moved to sit on my bed looking at my phone, no notifications from them, I bit my lip contemplating if I should tell them "they did say I mustn't message them, but they do now so it's best that I do" I rolled my eyes at myself "what am I doing" I muttered throwing myself back onto the bed "why do relationships have to be so hard" I looked around my room seeing my lyric book laying on my bedside table, I sat up onto my elbows staring at it.

I moved to grab it, slowly paging through all the songs I've written about them, I've never showed anyone this because it's the most vulnerable I've been, my hands traced the page of the last song reading some lines over and over maybe it's time someone does read it, I ripped a blank page from the back grabbing a pencil and writing a letter to them, telling them I'm on tour, as I was almost done my eyes started to droop shut from exhaustion 'just a little nap' I thought shutting my eyes.

I wake up with the sun in my face, my phone buzzing with calls "shit" I muttered stammering to my feet rushing to get ready, the clothes I threw on look peculiar and wrinkled, brushing my hair till it looks somewhat decent and rushed with my bags to the kitchen to feed the pets "I'll see you guys soon, behave for mrs Morris" I called out rushing out the door waving to mrs Morris as she called out to me from her house, I shoved all my stuff into the boot before joining the girls in the car "dam when did you wake up" Madison laughed "3 minutes ago" I giggled making the others laugh too, my heart pinged with sadness as I remembered last night's events 'can't think about that right now' "we got a show tonight".

The stadium was packed with fans screaming widely as you performed the new song, but only the band and crew can see that you were distracted by something, the dance moves were a bit off and the timings a second too late it was frustrating you, how you couldn't get them off your mind but then you saw it a different fan light your favourite colour and the person holding it was jinu who was smiling and singing along to the lyrics "please give a warm welcome to our surprise guests Huntrix" Madison yelled making the crowd scream louder, I watched Rumi burst onto stage coming right next to me "I'm sorry" she murmured but I didn't care and embraced her "don't do that to me ever again" I whispered "I promise" she smiled as we slowly let go of each other, we performed our collabs while jinu cheered in the crowd I finally was all in with them by my side.

"I love you guys"

[pinkpurplesunrises]

When the Darkness Felt Endless (You Were the Light I Found)

4500 words - I guess this is a middle long story - Alexia Putellas x Reader - Maybe this will heal the anxiety - Angst and Fluff - Happy ending - Mentions of depression and prostetics - Please read with care.

Writer's note: wow, wow, wow, you are all so kind! Keeps me going when the creative brain hits. Enjoy this piece while I finally get to work work. See you next week.

The headlines had stopped screaming her name. The lights had dimmed. The cheers faded like echoes in a cold, hollow tunnel.

Alexia Putellas sat in the back of her apartment, hood up, body curled into the corner of a couch she barely remembered buying. The only sound was the ticking of a clock she wished she could rip off the wall. Time was still moving. Everything was moving. Except her.

Her knee still ached, even though the doctors said it was healing. But they didn’t see the part that didn’t show up on scans. They didn’t hear the static that buzzed in her head every time she looked at her boots. Or saw the photos she’d flipped face-down.

Everything inside her was sharp edges and shame. And that voice… her own voice, somehow sounding like someone else. It told her this was who she really was: not the leader, not the fighter, not the hero. Just broken.

She hadn’t been outside in days.

And then the knock came.

It wasn’t loud. Just three soft, almost tentative knocks. Like the person on the other side wasn’t sure if anyone would answer. Or wanted to.

She didn’t move.

The knock came again.

“Alexia.” Your voice was gentle, but it carried something heavier underneath. Like you knew. Like you’d been here, too.

She hated that. That you might see her like this.

Why did you see her like this? You are just one of the neighbors.

“I’m not…” she croaked, but her voice cracked like dry wood. “Just go.”

But you didn’t.

“I brought food,” you said. “You can ignore me if you want. I’ll just leave it here.”

Silence.

“I’m coming back tomorrow.”

That night, Alexia sat with the food untouched on the kitchen counter. Staring at the note you left beside it.

You’re not alone.

She hated how much she wanted to believe it.

You kept coming back.

Every day.

Sometimes with food. Sometimes with nothing but silence and that look. The one that said you see her. Not the athlete. Not the legend. Just her. And she couldn’t stand it.

The third day, she opened the door. Only a crack. Just enough for you to see the bruises under her eyes. Not from fists, but from insomnia and tears.

"You don’t have to…" she started.

"I know," you said. No hesitation. "I want to."

She hated that answer.

Because it didn’t make sense.

People only stay when they want something. That’s what her mind told her. That twisted, looping thought she couldn’t shut up.

What did you want?

Whatever it was, she didn’t buy it.

Fame by proximity? A favor? A story to tell your friends. ‘Oh, I saw Alexia Putellas fall apart once. Up close.’

Or maybe you were just like her… sick with guilt and pretending not to be.

Still, she let you inside that night.

You didn’t ask questions. Didn’t push. Just sat on the floor while she stared at the ceiling. And somehow, in the silence, she cracked.

“They keep saying I’ll come back stronger,” she muttered.

You turned to look at her, eyes soft but honest. "And what do you say?"

She laughed. Bitter, low. "That I’m tired of lying.”

There it was.

The truth spilled from her lips like poison. "I don’t even know who I am without football. Without winning. Without people chanting my name. When it’s quiet like this…" she gestured around the dim apartment, “I can’t hear anything except how much I hate myself.”

Your voice didn’t break, but it trembled with understanding. “I know that feeling.”

She studied you for the first time. Really studied you. There was a weight behind your eyes. Not pity, she would’ve shut down if it were pity, but recognition.

You’d been there, too.

“I used to think if I could just do enough, be enough… maybe I’d stop feeling like a burden,” you said. “Turns out you can accomplish everything and still feel like you’re rotting inside.”

A beat passed. She almost stopped breathing.

Because it felt like you were inside her head.

“Why are you here?” she whispered.

“I don’t know. Maybe because when I look at you, I see someone worth saving.” You paused. “And I wish someone had done that for me.”

She turned her face away so you wouldn’t see the tear fall. But she felt your presence, warm and still. Not trying to fix her. Not telling her to “get back up.” Just… there.

The silence between you was heavy, but not suffocating. For the first time in weeks, she didn't feel like she was falling alone.

Later that night, as you left, she murmured it… half asleep, half broken, but clear:

“Luna.”

You turned back. “What?”

“That’s what I’m gonna call you,” she said, voice hoarse. “You’re quiet. But you show up when it’s dark.”

You didn’t reply. But you smiled. And somehow, that smile stayed with her long after the door closed.

One evening, she was distant, colder than before. You noticed it the moment you stepped in. Her eyes avoiding yours. Her body taut like a wire ready to snap.

You became her Luna, the quiet light in her darkest nights.

But even the moon disappears behind clouds.

“Alexia?” you asked softly.

She shook her head, voice sharp and brittle. “I don’t need anyone.”

That cracked something inside you. A fissure that had been growing since you met her. But you held your ground. Refusing to let her slip away.

“You don’t have to do this alone,” you said.

She laughed but there was no humor. “You don’t understand. Nobody does.”

Her voice broke, just for a second, but that was enough.

“I hate who I’ve become,” she confessed. “The injury, the silence, the empty space where my future used to be. Every time I look in the mirror, I hate her. Hate myself.”

The raw pain in her words stabbed you. You reached out, trembling, to touch her arm.

But she flinched.

“Don’t,” she whispered. “I’m broken.”

You wanted to scream, to shout that she wasn’t. That no one was broken beyond repair. But your voice caught in your throat.

Because you knew this was a battle she had to fight inside herself.

Days passed, and the distance grew. Texts left unread. Calls unanswered.

You tried to respect her space, but the silence swallowed you whole.

One night, your phone lit up, a message from her.

“Go away.”

It was simple. Cold.

You stared at the screen. Heart shattering.

But you didn’t reply.

Instead, you showed up at her door the next morning. No words. Just presence.

After a long moment, she opened the door, eyes red and swollen.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly.

You shook your head. “You don’t have to apologize for pain.”

Her lips trembled, tears spilling down. “I’m scared you’ll leave. Like everyone else.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you promised. “Luna stays through the storms.”

And in that fragile moment, between fear and hope, she let you in again.

She never understood why you kept knocking. Why, out of all the faces in the building, it was yours.

The truth was, you’d never spoken more than a handful of words. Maybe five in total. Mostly just glances through half-open doors or hurried nods in the hallway.

Neighbors, not friends. But something kept pulling you to her door.

Tonight was no different.

Another knock. Three soft taps.

Alexia stared at the door like it was a stranger’s, heart pounding unevenly. She had so many questions, none of which she dared voice.

Why her? Why now? Why someone she barely knew. Someone she’d barely looked at?

She wanted to slam the door. Yo shut out the unknown. But her body betrayed her. The door cracked open.

There you stood. No food. No note. Just that steady, quiet presence.

You said nothing, just offered a small, almost hesitant smile.

She wanted to ask, Why? Why do you care?

But words wouldn’t come.

Instead, she looked away.

“It’s ridiculous,” she finally muttered. “You don’t even know me.”

You nodded slowly. “I don’t.”

“But you keep coming back.”

“Yes.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat.

“Why?”

You looked down at your hands, then back up… eyes steady.

“Because sometimes, when someone’s breaking in silence, the right thing to do is just... show up. Even if you don’t understand.”

Alexia’s chest tightened.

She hated feeling like a charity case. A project. Someone to be saved. She was a fighter, or she used to be. But now… now she felt like nothing.

“You don’t owe me anything,” she said, voice trembling. “You don’t have to be here.”

You stepped a little closer. Still cautious. Still respectful.

“I’m not here because I owe you. I’m here because I see you. And you deserve more than being invisible.”

Her eyes flicked to yours, searching for something. Hope, maybe, or just the truth.

She didn’t know what to say.

So she said nothing.

And in that silence, a fragile understanding settled.

But the walls were still up.

And the healing… if it ever came… was still far away.

You started staying longer.

Never asked to. Never assumed. Just waited. Always waited for her to open the door first.

The first time she left it unlocked, you stood there for a moment. Unsure whether it was an invitation or an accident. But when you knocked softly and she didn’t flinch, you stepped inside.

She was on the floor, back against the couch, legs drawn in. A hoodie swallowed her frame.

No words. Just your breath in the quiet.

You sat down across from her, not too close. The space between you wasn’t distance. It was permission. She needed that.

The silence stretched until it didn’t feel like silence anymore.

Finally, she spoke.

“You live across from me, right?”

You nodded. “End of the hall.”

Her eyes flickered over you, cautious. “How long?”

“About a year.”

She blinked. That long?

“You ever hear me cry?” she asked bluntly.

You didn’t lie. “Sometimes.”

Her jaw tightened. She looked away. “Bet that was pathetic.”

“No,” you said simply.

She didn’t respond, but something in her posture shifted.

You looked down at your hands. “I used to cry like that, too.”

She glanced up. “Used to?”

You hesitated. “Sometimes still do. Just quieter.”

That earned a dry, bitter huff. Not quite a laugh. But not silence either.

Alexia rubbed at her face. Her fingers trembling. “You know... I thought if I lost football, I’d lose everything. Turns out I did.”

“You didn’t lose everything,” you said.

She met your eyes. Sharp, tired, guarded. “What’s left?”

You opened your mouth, then closed it. You didn’t want to say me. Not yet. Not when she barely let you touch her shadow.

So instead, you said, “Maybe something you haven’t noticed yet.”

Another silence. Heavier this time.

Then she asked, voice low, “What’s your name?”

You gave it to her.

She repeated it quietly, testing the sound. And then... without quite meaning to... she said, “Doesn’t suit you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “No?”

She shook her head. “You’re still Luna.”

Your chest ached, but in a good way.

She was letting you in. A little. Enough.

Enough for now.

You didn’t knock.

For the first time in weeks, your knock never came.

The hallway was quiet.

Alexia sat in the dark. Blanket wrapped around her like armor. Phone on the table. Screen blank. No texts. No sounds. Just the ticking again. That clock she still hadn’t taken off the wall.

Her apartment had never felt so empty.

She waited an hour. Then two.

Then three.

Maybe you were busy. Maybe you finally realized she wasn’t worth the effort. She told herself that. Repeated it like a mantra.

This is what people do. They leave. She should be used to it.

But something about your silence was off. Not cruel, not distant. Just… wrong.

So she stood. Pulled on a sweatshirt. Crossed the hallway.

Your door was closed. No sound from inside.

She hesitated.

Then knocked. Once. Twice. Three times.

No answer.

Her gut tightened. She knocked again, firmer. “Luna?”

Still nothing.

She didn’t mean to open the door. But it was unlocked, just like hers had been the night she let you in.

She stepped inside.

And stopped.

Your place was dim. Quiet. Lived-in but tidy. And in the far room... she saw the silhouette of you curled up in bed, facing the wall.

“Luna?” Her voice was barely a whisper now.

You didn’t turn.

She walked closer. Slowly. And then she saw it. The empty socket beside the bed. A sleek black prosthetic leg propped against the wall. The skin of your thigh raw and irritated. Like it had fought a battle all day and lost.

You still didn’t turn. But you spoke, voice low and flat. “Didn’t feel like being a person today.”

Alexia blinked. The words were a mirror of everything she’d ever said. Everything she thought only applied to her.

And suddenly, she felt like a thief.

You’d been showing up for her. Over and over. And she’d never once asked if you were hurting too. She never noticed your limp, never questioned your quiet exits. Never even saw the piece of you that was missing. Not really.

She’d been drowning so deeply in herself, she never realized you might be wading through your own hell.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked.

You turned your head slightly, eyes tired but calm. “Would it have mattered?”

That answer gutted her.

“Yes,” she said quietly. “It would’ve.”

A long silence.

You gave a tired shrug. “It happened years ago. Car accident. I was in the backseat. Some nights I still dream I’m trapped there.”

She sat down beside your bed, not touching you. Just there.

“I used to think I’d never walk again,” you continued. “Then I thought I’d never be loved. Now I just try to get through the day without wanting to disappear.”

Alexia pressed a fist to her mouth.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“Don’t be.”

“No. I am.” Her voice cracked. “You were always there for me. And I never asked about you. I never even looked.”

You glanced at her, lips curling just slightly. “That’s okay. You weren’t supposed to. You were drowning.”

She blinked fast, but tears slipped through anyway.

“I’m tired of drowning,” she said, voice almost inaudible.

Then, softer still: “Do you want me to stay?”

You nodded, just once.

And for the first time, she lay beside you.

No walls. No armor.

Just two broken people, side by side, in the quiet dark.

The morning sunlight filtered softly through your window, painting your room with pale gold.

Today was different.

Today you were getting a new prosthetic leg.

Your first in months.

The one designed to move. To run. To jump. To feel alive again.

You turned to Alexia, heart pounding with something close to hope.

“I have an appointment,” you said quietly. “Physio and the new leg fitting.”

Her eyes flickered, hesitation written in every line of her face.

“I don’t know if...”

You smiled gently. “I want you to come.”

For weeks, she’d barely left her apartment. The shadows clung too tight. The pain was too loud.

But something about your invitation felt different. Not a demand, but a promise.

She nodded slowly, pulling on a jacket she hadn’t touched in days.

Outside, the air was cool and sharp. A fresh contrast to the stale loneliness of her rooms.

You walked side by side. Tentative but steady.

The clinic was bright, bustling with life and the sharp scent of antiseptic.

You tried on the new prosthetic. Lighter, more flexible. And for the first time in months, you felt the thrill of movement.

Alexia watched, eyes wide, a small smile playing at her lips.

On the way back, you both walked a little taller.

And then, unexpectedly, you saw her.

Eli.

Alexia’s mother.

Her face softened at the sight of her daughter stepping out into the sunlight. Not alone but with you. the stranger who had quietly become her lifeline.

“Alexia,” Eli’s voice was gentle but firm, full of the unspoken worry and love only a mother carries. “I’ve been waiting for this day.”

Alexia’s lips trembled as she gave a nod.

Eli turned to you, eyes bright with gratitude. “Thank you for bringing her out.”

You exchanged a glance. Warm and quiet.

For the first time in a long time, hope didn’t feel fragile.

It felt possible.

The days after the clinic visit were quieter but not empty.

Alexia noticed it first in the mornings.

She woke without the usual weight pressing on her chest, the dark thoughts that tangled her mind overnight still there, but softer... distant echoes instead of a roaring storm.

You were part of that change.

Not because you said anything profound.

Not because you tried to fix her.

But because you simply were... a steady presence in a wrld that had felt fractured and cold.

One afternoon, Eli stopped by. She lingered in the doorway. Her eyes warm and kind.

“I see a change,” she said softly.

Alexia shrugged, unsure if she wanted to believe it.

Eli smiled gently. “Sometimes the right person doesn’t just walk into your life. They carry a light you forgot you had.”

That night, you two sat on her small balcony, wrapped in blankets, watching the city lights flicker.

She turned to you, voice quiet.

“You make this... lighter. Like the weight is still there but I can breathe underneath it.”

You reached out, fingers brushing hers briefly.

“That’s enough,” you said.

Alexia smiled, fragile but real.

In the dark, with you beside her, she let herself hope. For the first time in a long time. That maybe. Just maybe. She wasn’t alone.

The knock was soft but deliberate.

You opened the door to find Alexia standing there. A carefully balanced container in her hands.

“I made lunch,” she said, voice a little shy. “Thought you might want some company.”

You stepped aside, letting her in.

The apartment smelled faintly of warmth and effort. Something she hadn’t done in a while.

You ate together, the quiet between bites feeling less like an abyss and more like a space where something new might grow.

After the last forkful, Alexia looked at you, eyes steady.

“I’m going to the training grounds tomorrow,” she said.

Your heart skipped.

“Rehab,” she added quickly. “I’ve decided I can’t stay stuck. And they have staff there of course. Professionals who can help. Maybe even help you, too. With your new leg.”

You blinked, surprised.

“Would you like to come? Start yours together?”

You blinked, surprised.

“I… don’t really have any training clothes,” you admitted shyly, voice small.

Alexia’s lips curved into a proud, teasing smile. “You can wear mine.”

Your heart fluttered in a weird, warm way.

She caught your glance and laughed softly. “I’m serious. You’re going to need something comfortable. Besides, it’s about time I share more than just my pain.”

The morning sun spilled through the windows as you both prepared for the day ahead.

Alexia handed you a loose-fitting sweatshirt and sweatpants. Her training clothes, worn but clean.

You hesitated, fingers brushing the fabric. Feeling a strange flutter in your chest.

“You sure?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

She smiled, a mixture of pride and encouragement in her eyes. “Absolutely. It’s a start. We start together.”

The walk to the training grounds was quiet at first. Neither of you knew exactly what to say, or how to act.

You noticed the way Alexia kept glancing at you. Maybe nervous. Maybe hopeful.

When you arrived, the clinic staff greeted you warmly. Ushering you both into the rehab area.

The room was filled with equipment: parallel bars, treadmills, balance boards. A physical world of challenge and possibility.

You fumbled with the new prosthetic leg, its unfamiliar weight strange against your skin.

Alexia stood beside you, silently offering support.

“Ready?” she asked, voice soft but steady.

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat.

Your first steps were awkward and uneven. The prosthetic didn’t quite feel like part of you yet, and your muscles screamed with unfamiliar effort.

Alexia’s own movements were cautious. Shadows of hesitation flickering in her eyes.

But neither of you gave up.

The physiotherapist guided you gently. Adjusting your posture. Encouraging you.

Between attempts, Alexia reached out, squeezing your hand briefly. A small anchor in the uncertainty.

You caught her gaze, and in that moment, words weren’t necessary.

Hours passed in a blur of effort and quiet triumphs.

By the end, you were both exhausted but smiling. The first genuine smiles in a long time.

On the walk home, Alexia slipped her hand into yours.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“For what?” you asked.

“For coming. For staying.”

Your heart swelled.

When you stopped outside her building. The world seemed to pause.

Alexia looked up at you. Eyes searching. Vulnerable.

Slowly, she leaned in and your lips met in a soft, trembling kiss.

It was hesitant. A question and an answer all at once.

The kind of kiss that promises more than words ever could.

When you finally pulled apart, neither of you spoke.

But the quiet between you now held something new.

Hope.

And the beginning of something real.

A few weeks had passed since that day at the training grounds.

You and Alexia were officially together now. Girlfriends, as she’d said once. Shy but sure.

Most days, you found yourself spending hours in her apartment. The place that had once felt like a prison but was slowly becoming home.

Today, you two tackled the chaos of her room. Clothes piled on the floor. Unopened letters. And the shadows that still lingered in the corners.

You laughed quietly as you worked side by side. The easy comfort between you growing.

Later, she mentioned dinner at her mother’s.

“You’ll finally meet my mamá properly,” she said, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

“And my sister,” she added with a smile.

Your heart fluttered, nerves bubbling up. Meeting family felt like a big step. But one you were ready for.

Before you left, you needed to freshen up.

Alexia’s shower was small, built before your accident, not quite made for someone like you.

You hesitated at the bathroom door, voice trembling. “I… might need some help.”

She looked up. Surprise flickering in her eyes.

You’d never seen each other quite like this. Vulnerable, exposed.

But Alexia didn’t hesitate.

She stepped inside, gentle hands steadying you as the warm water glided over your skin. Her arms wrapped around you, holding you close in the tight, steamy space.

“Thank you,” she whispered softly against your ear, her voice trembling with something raw and real. “Thank you for pulling me out of the dark.”

You leaned into her, heart pounding, feeling the weight of those words settle between you like a promise.

When you finally emerged, clean and steady, Alexia smiled softly.

“You’re beautiful,” she said simply.

You blushed, heart full.

Tonight, you’d meet her family.

But for now, wrapped in the warmth of each other, you felt ready for anything.

It still felt surreal. This place was yours and Alexia’s now.

A modest one-floor home nestled in a peaceful neighborhood, spacious enough for dreams and laughter and the quiet moments you both craved.

Boxes sat unpacked in the corners, a testament to new beginnings, but the walls already hummed with the promise of life unfolding.

Today was special.

Alexia had a match.

Her first game back after months of grueling rehab, of rebuilding not just her body but her spirit.

You could see the nervous energy radiating off her as she laced up her boots. Her eyes sharp but filled with a fragile hope.

Her mother was coming with you to watch. Her presence a steady, loving force that somehow made the day feel lighter.

The stadium buzzed with anticipation as you found your seats.

The whistle blew, and she was off.

Watching her move with fierce determination. The joy of the game shining through the sweat and effort, made your heart swell.

Each pass, each sprint, each goal attempt was a testament to her fight. Not just to return, but to reclaim.

Eli beside you smiled softly, whispering, “She’s stronger than ever.”

After the final whistle, you met Alexia outside the locker room, her face flushed. Breathless. Radiant.

“You did it,” you said, pulling her close.

She laughed, a sound of pure relief and triumph.

“We did it,” she corrected, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

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Writer's note: your thoughts about this one?

[mindless-existence1]

Kpop Demon Hunters

Baby Saja x Reader

Summery: You bring in snacks for the groups (Huntrix and Saja Boys) and Baby teases you a bit (hes your boyfriend)

Authors Note: I loved this movie and I loved Baby and Jinu from Saja Boys and all the Huntrix my requests are open for this movie this is my first fic for it tho

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You had gotten to the studio about 10 minutes ago to drop off lunch for the group. It had started out as just for Baby but then the others heard you were getting him some snacks and they begged you to pick something up for them too.

You didnt mind tho you were happy too, and Baby had told you about how hard they had been working recently. Saja Boys and Huntrix were working on a new song together and that ment long hours.

You sat on the couch of the lounge area, bags of food beside you. You just mindlessly played on your phone and hummed along to the songs playing in your headphones.

Finally you heard a door open an a collection of sighs coming from the idols. "Ugghhhh im so tired" you heard from Rumi and a chanting of "Couch! Couch! Couch!" From her costars.

The guys were more quiet just groaning and whiny about being tired and hungry and ready for a break. "Y/n!" The girls yelled when they saw you, Zoey and Mira jumped onto the couch and Zoey gave you a hug before they grabbed at the snacks.

The guys fought over different snacks and the girls downed their Ramen you specifically got for them. "Thank you so much" the girls cried. "Thank you y/n" the guys said through large bites of food.

"Of course, you guys are working so hard its the least I can do." They all hummed and smiled, Baby sat next to you eating his own share. "I really appreciate thank you babe." Your boyfriend said and kissed your cheek.

You smiled at him and started eating some od the food you got for yourself. "So how's the single coming along?" You ask after everyone began to finish their food. Zoey got a happy glint in her eyes and excited started telling about how she came up with the lyrics and what they all mean.

You happily listened leaning back into the couch, Baby's arm around you. You continued to talk and listen to the idols talk about their new single, half way through their break though you had put on some flavored chapstick not thinking anything of it.

But Baby noticed and if you guys weren't infront of your friends he would've started making out right then and there. But he was proud of himself for showing restraint.

Bobby walked through the door connected to the studio and called out. "Girls, Guys, im so sorry but break times over we need you back out in the studio!" The group collectively groaned but Rumi said "For the fans!" In mock enthusiasm.

"For the fans" the other idols repeated. One by one they got up with a sigh and walked towards the studio befor it was just you and Baby, "Ill be out in a sec!" He called to Jinu who was the last one to walk through the door, he nodded with a knowing smirk on his face.

When the door shut Baby immediately grabbed your chin and kissed you, you stayed like that for a moment just kissing untill he pulled away looking into your eyes. "Hmm, Strawberry. I like it." He said quietly while glancing down towards your lips.

You blushed and turned your head away slightly, "Baby!" You reprimanded. "Yes?" He put an innocent smile on his face and tilted his head to better see your face. "Go do your idol job you freak." He laughed but started getting up.

He kissed your forehead and started walking towards the studio, "Good bye my love, thank you for the food." You wave, grabbing your own things so you can get back to whatever you were doing before lunch. He blew you a kiss and gave you a wink, licking his lips as he closed the door to the studio

[whore-ibly-hot]

'Spoil your appetite.'

Yan!Deliquent x Fem!Reader x Yan!Stoner

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Innocence user, dub-con thieving, threesome, description of bodily fluids, oral, Afab body parts, panty stealing.

AN: Okay, maybe it took more than a few hours, but I DID IT! Been burnt out but pushed through.

"Alright, uh... cinnamon next?" The dark haired boy calls; focusing on the heavily crumpled piece of paper before him. "Pez?"

"Hm?" Pez, ever the distracted delinquent, look towards his friend from his spot by the kitchenette window, where he's currently venting his cigarette smoke out into the open air. "Shit, yeah. Here ya go'." He slaps the small plastic bottle into the hand of his long time friend. "What are we making again?"

"Just cinnamon rolls. Didn't feel like the canned ones, but I'm like..." Tyler zones out for a second before shaking his head, high from earlier clinging to him. "Hella craving some pastry, you know? Feel like a pregnant chick. Maybe I am pregnant..."

"We've got bigger problems than you having cravings if you're fucking pregnant." Pez snickers, getting a laugh from his friend, whose now slathering a buttery paste onto the laid out pastry. "I'm not paying child support if that's what you're after. Just cause you're a fatass doesn't mean you can say you're pregnant."

"What are you looking at, man? You're locked in over there." Tyler calls over his shoulder.

"Who do you think?" Pez looks over at his friend with a grin, causing Tyler to pause, brushing the flour from his hands onto a beat up apron as he quickly makes his way to the rickety windowsill.

"Sweet. The babe." Tyler says, head bobbing along like there's some music only he can hear. Pez nods as well, taking a hot drag from his cancer-stick and exhaling into the crisp fall air just beyond. Running a hand over his freshly shaved buzzcut, scratching slightly, he lets out a groan. "She uh... likes sweets, yeah? Sweet treat for a sweet thing."

"Work your magic, dude. Lemme get these in the oven." He fist bumps his friend before sliding into a dorky handshake and shoulder slap, as Tyler snuffs out his cigarette. 'Don't want wonder boy up my ass about smoking...' he thinks, entering the hallway with an empty hand.

Stepping out onto the campus, crisp leaves crunch under black combat boots as the punk glances around, moving like a slick predator towards its prey. "Hey, hot stuff. Saw you looking a little lonely over here, bet you're getting cold-"

Before the voice even registers, the hand on your ass does, making you sigh, but smile as you look over your shoulder at the punk standing behind the tree you're leaned up against. "Nope, I've got plenty of layers on, I'm a-okay." You retort, motioning to your outfit.

"Whoo-" He let's out a whistle, nodding his head in approval and playfully slow clapping. "Very nice. Not that I wouldn't mind taking some of those layers off, getting up under them." He snickers at the way your face flushed.

"Perv!" You retort, playfully smacking his shoulder. "Come on, first you're afraid I'm too cold and now you're trying to get me naked!"

"I'm a selfish man, what can I say." He shrugs before coming around the tree fully to face you. "I'm serious though, cute outfit. Suits you..." He looks over it once more. "Cmon, do a spin f' me." He encourages.

From the way he looks, you realize he won't let up. "Fine, but only one." It does make you feel good, doing this little twirl for him. This is one of your favorite outfits, and guys like Carter and Evan don't exactly appreciate you for your style as much as your... assets. "Picked it out from the thrift."

"And thrifty, financially responsible is so hot on you." He pokes your shoulder, hand coming to fiddle with the necklace on your collar.

"Didn't take you for the frugal type?"

"I'm fucking poor; just cause I'm at a rich school doesn't mean I have funds." He reminds. "I grew up knowing how to save money, and I can appreciate when someone tries, even if they don't have too." Staightening up, he shoves his hands in the pockets of his black jeans. "My offer to warm you up still stands. Got Pez back at the dorm making cinnamon rolls. Unless you'd prefer another way for me to get you all hot."

You just roll your eyes, but nod. "Sure. I'd be an idiot to say not to Pez's food."

"Exactly. I didn't wanna say it, but you know..." He wraps a lanky arm arm around your shoulders as he guides you back into the brick building; playfully kissing your head as he holds open the dorm door. "Ladies first."

Once upstairs, you're greeted with the sight and smell of freshly baked cinnamon rolls, a pleasant change from the usual lingering of various kinds of smoke and vapor that usually cling to the rooms walls and carpets. "Hey, what's up, man? Just got the rolls in the oven." Tyler calls, happy as ever. He's always a breath of fresh air around the campus, just the sight of him in his element makes both you and Pez smile.

"Good to see you too, Ty." You coo, going to wrap him in a one arm hug before letting out an 'oof-' as he bear hugs you against him, practically curtaining your torso in his long hair. "Smells amazing."

"Thanks, new shampoo-"

"The cinnamon rolls."

His tan cheeks flush a deep red as his roommate, now spread out across the couch and watching the pair with a vouyeristic interest, snickers. "Smooth moves, X-lax. Tell her you bought new boxers cause you heard she-" You find yourself immediately pushed closer to the oven, Tyler trying to drown out his friends words.

"Uh, yeah, so it's a recipe I got forever ago off some box, thought I could make it special, spice it up." He keeps on rambling, and you cast a confused glance to a rather pleased looking Pez, whose lighting up another cig. "I honestly forgot about the recipe, actually it went through the wash in my pants pocket, but when I found it and it made it through I though, 'Shit, must be fate!' So I decided to make em'."

"Well; everything you make is good; so I'm excited." You assure, making him smile.

"Thanks, I like sharing everything with you."

"Hey, babe." Pez calls. "Still got a bit of time on those cinnamon rolls, come here and let me keep my promise." He runs a hand up and down the lap fabric of his pants. You opt to sit on the couch beside him, and Pez follows suit.

"Three's company, huh? A threesome off the table?"

"Gross!" You chirp, laughing and shaking your head.

"Don't be a prude. You know I think you're hot, so does everyone else at this fuckin' school. I know you're getting some on the side, its cool." He puts a hand to his chest. "I'm sex positive, man." Pez assures.

"A lot more than just positive." Tyler says, fistbumping his pal.

You on the other hand, have gone quiet, sighing a bit. "I mean, not really."

This gives both boys pause. "Not really? You mean you aren't getting any or-" Tyler starts, before Pez shakes his head.

"Nah, that ain't it. Not at all." He's a shark whose smelled blood in the water, and slinks closer to you, leaning in. "You've never gotten any, huh? You're a virgin."

Awkwardly, you nod. "It's not something I really advertise, its kinda humiliating. And with all the sex jokes you make I just didn't know how to respond. Didn't even know if it would be weird to tell you guys?"

"Eh. Maybe for a normal friend group, but that's not us." He shrugs. "I'm... I'm sorry if I freaked you out or anything." For a moment, you see a side of Pez you hadn't seen before. An unsure, regretful side. Tyler pats his shoulder. "I mean, I assumed you had done all that stuff before. If I had ever though you were uncomfortable I never would have-"

"I know. It's okay, its not like you ever forced me into something, and you knocked it off when I asked." You assure. "I know you aren't the type of guy to do pressure me or anything. I trust you guys." You nod fervently, and Tyler relaxes.

"Good, cool. So... you ever tried? I mean, getting down and dirty?"

"No, I've just never felt comfortable." You explain awkwardly. "I mean, some of the guys around here-" You cut yourself off, looking at your folded hands.

"Yeah. I get it, we get it." Tyler assures. "I mean, you're a total babe, you deserve a good first time. With good guys." He pauses. "Or chicks, if that's what you're into."

"Love to see that." Pez let's put an oof as Tyler smacks his shoulder. "Come on. I'm just messing around. We could give you a good time. Great time even, we're your friends. I mean, it's probably better to do it with people you trust."

He has a point. "I've... I wouldn't even know where to start." You admit, only to feel a calloused, cold touch on your cheek.

"We'll make it simple, first kiss?" He asks.

You shake your head. He let's out a small 'tch', and Tyler dramatically pretends to slump over in defeat. "You're both dorks." You giggle, already a bit eased by the tension.

"Maybe I'm just greedy. Wanted every first of yours." Pez jokes, eyes still fixated on your lips. He doesn't ask, but he is gentle when he presses his chapped lips to yours, sighing softly. You're taken a bit by suprise, but its not bad. He's actually quite soft about the whole thing. More than you would have thought.

"Can I take off your shirt?" You feel warm breath on your ear, as Tylers hand clumsily feel around the front of your torso while Pez continues his affectionate gesture. You can only nod, and he grins, managing to get your school shirt off.

"Pretty rack." Pez comments as he pulls off your lips, immediately more interested in what's now presented.

"What happened to you being all soft? It was kinda sweet..." you joke, though inside you do have a craving for that slow, gentle affection.

"That's what I'm here for. It's all about balance, dude." Tyler says, resting his head on your shoulder from behind, placing a few soft kisses to your skin. "We both got you."

You let out a sharp gasp as the sudden feeling of a digit on your sensitive nipples, looking down to see Pez has expertly lifted one of your breasts over your bra, teasing the pert pink bud. "Feel weird? I heard some girls don't even like having their nipples played with." He muses. "Seems like you're just fine with it, though."

You continue to let out little mewls and moans as the scratchy fabric of your lace bra is slipped off, Tyler undoes it to give his friend better access. You can feel a hardness press against your back, only adding to the heat of the new sensations.

"That... uh, that you, Tyler?" You ask, glancing over your shoulder.

He nods sheepishly, his hand intertwined with yours, a comforting gesture. "Yeah, is... that okay? I know me rubbing my stiffy on you is already a lot, we'd said we would ease you into this, but seeing you all tits out and flushed, you don't get how hard it is." He groans.

Smiling at the idea that you're having just as much of an effect on them as they are you, you lean back against Tyler's chest. "Is... what do I do to help you with it?"

Before Tyler can even suggest something, Pez has yanked his head up from your tits. "Suck him."

"Jesus, man- you're way to eager for that-" Tyler snickers, prompting his friend to shamelessly shrug. "It's a good way to ease her in. She makes you feel good, as a reward for making her a sweet treat. And-" He leans in, nose almost brushing yours. "I'm not a huge pastry guy, so since you're making my boy here feel so good, maybe you let me fill up on something else, too."

You barely have time to register what he's asking before he's tugging down your shorts, placing a hot kiss over the fabric of your panties. "Pretty pair. You know, I've always thought a chick in my boxers would be kinda hot. You like blue?"

You're distracted by the sight of Tyler sliding himself over the waistband of his shorts. He's thin, lanky like the rest of him, with a pretty reddish tip. He strokes his hand over the base, grunting once or twice as he gets himself fully hard. "It's kinda cool, huh? I mean, the way it kinda moves and stuff-"

"Weird ass thing to say while I'm trying to get ready to eat her out. Stop talking about your dick." Pez snaps, looking up. Tyler raises his hands in defeat, looking back down to you.

"Alright, man, you still wanna try this?" Pez asks. You nod, sitting up a little, while Pez maneuvers himself to kneel on the floor, still practically making out with your thighs, but not quite the area you need it. "I want to. To... make you feel good, because of all you've done for me." You mumble.

"Hey, we'd take care of you even if we didn't have sex. You're our dude, dude." He adjusts himself, his tip nearing your cheek. "So, just kinda start with a kiss, maybe. One on the very edge, ah-" He lurches as you follow his instructions. "Yeah, just like that. Now, maybe try and put just a little in your mouth. And be sure to go slow, don't hurt your mouth or anything." Your mouth feels heavy as you take a bit of him between your lips. He has no distinct taste, but all you feel is the overwhelming heat and weight of him. You flatten your tongue to the underside of his cock, trying your best to avoid using teeth.

"Fuck, yeah. Just like that. Okay, uh, maybe just try sucking a bit, if you're, ugh- if you're ready." He grunts. You try taking him in a little deeper, before moaning suddenly and gagging. Pez had pulled your panties to the side, resulting in a soft kiss directly on your sex, a red hot feeling that completely shocks you.

"Ach-" you cough a big from having gagged, immediately pulling your mouth from Tyler's cock. "Agh, sorry, I-"

"Shit, you okay man? Did I push you too much?" Tyler asks, immediately putting his hands on your shoulders. "Just try swallowing a few times, focus on breathing."

"I think she's was just caught off guard by how good it felt to get her pussy kissed-" Pez laughs, making Tyler glare.

"Aw man, you meant to make her gag! That's not cool, she's learning."

Pez rolls his eyes. "Maybe we should just focus on letting her get through what I'm about to do then. If you're gonna be Mr. safety patrol, then just watch and jerk off."

"I can keep going-" You swallow, throat a bit harsh. "I promise i can give it another go. I want to make you feel good, Pez. Please." You feel like you're begging, but you're caught up in feeling 'even'.

"Not if you don't want to, man. I'm gonna play with my dick, let Pez kiss you. We can cuddle, that's good enough for me. Promise." Tyler moves so you're a bit more pressed to his chest, snuggling down.

Nodding, you lean back against him, and Tyler wraps one hand around his cock, and the other goes to Pez, threading his fingers in his hair.

"Fuck you touching me for, I don't need a guide." Pez says, glancing up.

"I don't trust you to not get to intense, especially after that, dude. You're a horndog." Tyler warns, and Pez rolls his eyes, but doesn't object any further. You shiver, as Tyler slowly guides Pez's lip to just over your clit. "Kiss it, dude."

The electric feeling of stimulation on your clit makes you jolt. "A-ah, Pez, that feels so weird."

"Good weird?" Tyler asks, as Pez continues. You nod fervently, and he smiles. "Yeah. Relax though, you're all tensed up. I've gotcha, I'm holding you." His own hand is lazily stroking his cock, wet slaps sounding from by his thighs. "I know I'm just beating it over you, but it still kinda romantic. I think." He rambles.

You're eyes are stuck on Pez, he's lapping like a man starved at your pussy, ocasionally pulling back to nip at the soft flesh of your thighs, when Tyler's hand allows. He swirls over your bud once, causing your leg to flinch, a fluttering bursting in your stomach.

"Ah- fuck- Pez, Ty, somethings happening, ah-" Tyler just kisses the back of your neck again. "I think I'm cumming."

Pez makes one last lewd slurp, tasting some of your wetness, before Tyler releases his grip and let's him back up. "Course you did, I'm a master with my mouth." He doesn't even give you time to recover before he's trying to get your mouth on his. "Cmon, baby, taste yourself on me, taste how sweet you were for me."

You kiss him, face hot and semi-grossed out but so tired and needy you just go with the flow. Pez's hand comes to grip your ass, then jolts as it brushes something hard. "Gross, keep your dick away from my hand, Ty." Pez snickers. "Maybe some other time I'll want something savory and we'll see."

Tyler barely glances at him, continuing to whimper as he gets closer to his peak. "My dick isn't near your hand, man, your hand is near my dick." He grunts. "I'm getting close, mmh, can I cum on you, man?"

"Fuck no-"

"Not you, MAN!" Tyler squawks, and you playfully push Pez off. He just holds his hands up in surrender and lays back to enjoy the show. "Obviously I meant you." Tyler says. He rubs his erection on your thigh, now half stroking and half humping to get him over the edge. "Please," He whispers. "Please, please, please, let me finish on you. It's gonna feel a bit weird but I'll clean you up after, get you all fresh-"

"It's okay." You mumble, squirming a bit, the wetness between your thighs still sticky. "I trust you, I-I do." He just smiles, bucking a few more times, just until his cock twitches. "Fuck!" A few thick ropes of cum land on your leg, and he pants as he leans back against the worn out couch, pressing your back to his chest.

"So fucking good. Was that good for you?" Tyler asks, and you nod.

"Nuh-uh. Words, baby." Pez chimes in, tilting his head as he leans in. "Come on. I wanna know we didn't overwhelm you during your first time?" The silence is heavy. His tone is light, but its obvious both boys are deeply concerned with your wellbeing after all that.

"It was good. Really good, I'm just worn out." You mumble, before boldly kissing Tyler's cheek. He smiles, using his clean hand to push your forehead to his lips. "Anytime, dude. You looked so fuckin' hot." The seriousness with which he says this makes you blush, only to hear a 'pbllllt' from next to you. Turning, you see Pez with his arms crossed.

"I'm the one who actually got down there and ate you like a three course meal, you gonna give me a kiss?" He only asks, half joking. Both of you snicker, and Tyler pushes you over, chest to chest with Pez. "Clean her up?" He asks.

"You got it." Pez slings his arm around your waist. "Cmon, baby. Let's get you all stripped and in the bath and then maybe I'll finally get to jerk it." He snickers, making you playfully smacking him as you wander into the bathroom, away from where Tyler is washing his hands and checking on the pastry. He goes to resch for his apron, and feels something in the pocket, a rough feeling.

When his hand emerges with a lilac pair of lace, he pales. "Shit," He quickly hides it inside a nearby pillowcase, sighing. "Gotta tell him to wash that stuff separately, shit..."

[itneverendshere]

Wait how about kelces sister x hockey rafe but its fluffy (and smutty🤭) about them being a couple in front of their families (I can’t remember if u said they grew up together or not)

another lil something i got done at work, enjoy! <3

your dad’s manning the grill like it’s the nhl finals, spatula in hand, barking orders about burgers and buns. your mom’s by the drinks table, laughing with one of the neighbors, and kelce's somewhere inside, stealing beers from the fridge. same old backyard, same summer cookout… except not really.

because now, rafe’s your boyfriend.

despite knowing him your entire life, the scraped knees and stupid dares and endless hockey games in the driveway, it feels brand new.

electric.

rafe’s leaning against the deck railing, ball cap low, sunglasses perched on his nose, that smug half-smile on his face as he watches you cross the yard. you can feel his eyes, the heat of them tracking you shamelessly.

“you’re staring,” you warn under your breath when you sidle up beside him, nudging his hip with yours.

“i know,” rafe says, not pretending to be subtle. his hand settles on the small of your back, fingers sneaking under the hem of your little sundress. his voice drops lower for you — filthy, although your dad’s ten feet away. “how’m i supposed to look anywhere else when you’re walking around in that thing?”

you swat his hand, cheeks hot. “be normal.”

“impossible.” his thumb drags along the curve of your spine. "i get to touch you now. you think ’m not gonna lose my mind over that?”

your heart squeezes, traitorous and warm, but you roll your eyes to cover it up. “you’re gonna get us in trouble.”

rafe’s grin turns downright wolfish. “princess, your parents like me.”

“they liked you when you weren’t trying to undress me in the backyard.”

the yard’s full now — your uncles shouting over the game on the outdoor tv, your aunt pretending not to judge everyone’s outfits, your mom slipping more drinks into rafe’s hand.

“finally got him to make a move, huh missy?” your mom teases when you step up beside her at the drinks cooler, "took him long enough.”

you nearly choke on your lemonade. “momma—”

“please. half this neighborhood’s been placing bets since you two were fifteen.” she gives you a knowing look, popping the lid off another soda. “you looked awfully cozy this morning."

your face burns. you’d stayed at tannyhill last night — your first official sleepover since going public with your relationship, and apparently, you weren’t as sneaky as you thought.

across the yard, rafe’s with ward, talking hockey and grilling tips like he hasn’t been shamelessly eye-fucking you all afternoon. his sisters are nearby too, both of them giggling, amused at how pathetically whipped their brother looks.

“it’s disgusting, really,” sarah says when you walk over. “the way he looks at you.”

“he’s smiling,” you point out, laughing.

“exactly. disgusting.” she bumps your shoulder playfully, but there’s nothing but warmth in her eyes. “we’ve been waiting forever for him to figure his shit out.”

“whole family’s been rooting for you two,” ward adds, clapping his son on the back with enough force to make him stumble. “about time he did something right.”

rafe rolls his eyes, but his hand sneaks into yours, fingers lacing together, brushing over your knuckles in that familiar way.

“did plenty right,” he mutters under his breath, tugging you closer. “took my time, that’s all.”

“more like you were too scared to ask my dad."

he groans, head tilting back dramatically. “don’t remind me.”

your dad hadn't made it easy. years of knowing rafe as kelce’s best friend, watching him grow up, pull dumb stunts, get into fights… yeah, your dad wasn’t thrilled at the idea of him dating his daughter. but even he’s warmed up now, watching the two of you from the grill.

“y’know,” wheezie adds, popping a chip into her mouth, “rose's already planning christmas photos.”

“stop—”

“matching outfits.”

“shut up—”

“probably a wedding board hidden somewhere too—”

you bury your face in rafe’s shoulder, squeezing your hand tighter.

two hours later, as the good sister in law you are, you leave the gathering to get some suncreen for poor burning wheezie.

in the meantime, you barely make it through your bedroom door before rafe’s there—shoulder pressing it shut behind him, palm flattening against the wood, caging you in.

“baby—”

you're turning toward your vanity, pretending to grab the sunscreen you came up for.

“jesus,” you tease, trying to slip past him “someone’s eager.”

“don’t care.”

his hand catches your wrist before you get two steps, spinning you firmly until your back hits the door. his hips slot against yours, unmistakably hard through his jeans.

“been waiting all day. that dress. that mouth.”

you tilt your chin up, “what about my mouth?”

his eyes narrow, horny and amused all at once. “smartass.”

"rafe, our families—”

“outside.” his nose grazes along your cheek, his voice shameless need. “we’re in here.”

one hand braces beside your head, the other slides possessively along the curve of your waist. his fingers toy with the hem of your sundress—the one that's been driving him out of his mind all afternoon, short enough to tease him, to make him imagine what's underneath.

which he has memorized by heart now.

you don’t stop him.

“need somethin'?” you ask innocently.

“y'know what i need,” rafe nearly pouts, failing to play it cool.

your eyes drag over him—the backwards hat, the stupidly broad shoulders filling out his polo, the not-even-subtle bulge in his jeans.

“you’re being obvious,” you hum.

“keep talkin’,” he tuts, “and you’re not walking back down those stairs.”

your heart kicks at the tempting threat.

“yeah?” his hand sneaks higher, fingers grazing your bare thigh.

"like i said, waited long enough."

the contact steals your breath.

“technically,” you hum, voice taunting, “you’ve been in love with me since we were fourteen. so, whose fault is that?”

his touch abandons your thigh to shove your dress higher, slipping beneath the waistband of your panties, dragging along your slick center.

“yeah?" his voice goes rough, circling your clit with maddening, feather-light touches. “been driving me fuckin’ insane since then, too.”

you bite back a whimper, chasing his touch.

“that’s not an excuse to—ah—corner me at a family party, rafe.”

“this—” he sinks two fingers inside you, watching your pouty mouth part, your teasing crumble— “—isn’t cornering you.”

your head tips back, a moan slipping free as his thumb workes wonders, turning your legs to jelly.

"it’s taking care of my girl.”

[mona-risms]

Perchance…Mira with a gn!reader where reader is someone who is famous/if not more famous than huntrix, but they work in a different industry, like acting. (I looove her so much, it’s a tie between who is my favorite between the girls rn..)

◆ MAIN COURSE: Mira x famous actor!gn!Reader

◆ TYPE: SFW, romantic

◆ ALLERGEN WARNINGS: Like. A single tiny mention of the making of intimacy scenes in movies

◆ NOTES: I love them all so much too IT'S SO HARD TO DECIDE WHEN THEY'RE ALL SO SILLY

Oh this is so cute insert that one track that plays with Rujinu meeting that's funny asf 😭

No one would even actually guess that the two of you were actually dating, especially considering idols mostly get matched up with other idols. Even more so during the middle of the movie, where Romirabby was RIFE in the shipping legion

I'd like to think that usually she doesn't really care otherwise, but when it comes to you she actually wants to keep things secret. The two of you both know full well just how fame kinda takes privacy away from the two of you—she just wants to go on dates w you without getting pissed tf off by of the amount of people that'd inevitably swarm the both of you

That DOES obv mean the two of you end up witnessing the multiple speculations in ships that Mira and maybe you too have

"Ro..mi..rabby?" You sounded out in amusement as you lowered your phone just to look down at your girlfriend, who was scrolling through her own phone while nestled into your side, "Sounds.. creative."

Mira snorted, and you could tell she rolled her eyes even if you couldn't see her face, "Sounds like a disease. Like rabies."

"Aww, don't be like that," you dropped your phone on the side of the bed to fully wrap your arms around her, pressing a kiss on the top of her head before watching her screen, "they seem nice."

"Right. 'Nice'."

"And your hair colours match! Like a pink poly trio. K-Pop news of the century."

"Are you seriously shipping your own girlfriend with two other people?"

"I mean.. the guy with the abs definitely seems like your type."

Mira turns her phone off before squirming to turn and look up at you, "You're my type."

A large grin stretched your lips, "Yeah?"

"Yeah." And she crawls up to press a kiss square on the lips, lingering long enough for you to draw random circles on her hips as her hand went up to lightly cup your cheek. When the two of you eventually pull away, she leans her forehead onto yours before murmuring against your lips, "So stop looking at them. And stop ego-feasting—you get that enough as is."

"Boo."

It'd definitely be mind-boggling for her, that she's managed to bag someone like you. Not just bc of your fame—she understands VERY well how it can eat at your time, but you two make it work frfr—but bc even with HUNTR/X, it's crazy to think that there's someone like you that makes her feel like she's home by just existing

The two of you would def be each other's hypeman trust. Like you support her with her idol stuff, and you'll have her binging every single thing you've acted on; she's gonna tease the living shit out of you if you've ever said/done smth embarrassing for a script, but she does it out of love trust. She'd also come watch you on-set too!! And make fun of you LMAO but it makes things much more fun. OH and since she knows how to choreograph, even as a dancer, it's still useful when it comes to shit like fight scenes for example. And with her experience as a Hunter fighter, it's genuinely really helpful

In a relationship with Mira, especially when you're someone famous, I think there's that cemented understanding that the both of you have your own lives and you're gonna be doing different things. You hang out with each other when you can, and you ALWAYS come home to each other in the end, but time can be sparse. So you two would often do whatever you can to stay connected—calling, texting, gifting, the works

This would prob be especially the case when it comes to you, considering you're an actor in this scenario. You'd be playing different characters and different scenes, and some scenes would be.. Something. Kiss scenes, intimate scenes, that kind of stuff. She's protective, hell yes she is, but she also knows that this is something you do in your job anyway 🤷‍♀️ to compromise, her request is that if you ever do an intimacy scene (which honestly the ideal case is to just lessen the amount you'd have to do, best case you do none at all), you let her know so that she can carve out time to watch you film and make sure that all the proper procedures are taken (intimacy coordinators doing their jobs, camerawork, etc). Unless you two have revealed your relationship, they'd just think you two are besties and she's protective of her bestie

HUNTR/X would be your biggest supporters. We know Zoey is an all-time fangirl of all things right. Like she is THE rep for us all. So her finding out that Mira's been dating this WORLDWIDE FAMOUS ACTOR THIS ENTIRE TIME ARE YOU JOKING???? AND SHE DIDN'T THINK TO SAY ANYTHING?!??!?!?! This girl would be freaking out, sobbing, asking for an autograph, EVERYTHING. Rumi's calmer, and would most likely be more impressed at the fact that you two kept it quiet, IF you keep your relationship a secret from them too at first (probably just at first when Mira's got no clue if it'll last or not, then she'd probably say something bc hellooooo they're HER FAMILY!!!!!!) BUT she's still sososo happy anyway and will also tease Mira to DEATH about it

Apart feom all that though? I don't think your dynamic would be any different to if somehow you two weren't famous whatsoever. She doesn't care about your fame!!! She genuinely just loves you and wants to support you as much as she can, not in the way a fan would with an idol or someone famous, but in the way that someone who loves someone so deeply would support her beloved. After being discarded and not loved in that way for most of her life, she refuses to let this relationship sour via treating it the same way her family treated her when it came to affection :(

[yuujispunches]

The things he doesn’t say ~ M.F.

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

Summary: Megumi doesn’t know how to deal with having a crush and his strategy of deny deny deny might just cost him everything he longs for when you overhear him talking with Yuki and Nobara.

CW (content warning): maybe some cursing but that’s it, this is mainly just fluff.

AN: I’m back! I finally finished my exams and I’m free so I’m back to writing. I’ll be going through the requests as soon as I can 🤍 English isn’t my first language so I’m sorry if there’re any mistakes. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! :)

Requests are open so feel free to send yours! (you can check the list of characters I write for on my pinned post)

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The late spring air buzzed with the hum of insects and the smell of sun-warmed concrete as training wrapped for the day. A warm breeze danced across the open field behind Tokyo Jujutsu High, rustling the sleeves of uniforms and the grass that sprouted between cracks in the stone tiles.

Megumi Fushiguro stood with his arms crossed, gaze locked across the yard.

You were training with Yuji, your laughter ringing out as you clumsily dodged one of his exaggerated mock punches. There was a smear of dirt across your cheek, sweat shining on your forehead, and your smile. God, your smile, every time he saw it, it was as if it caught the sunlight like a net.

Megumi couldn’t look away. Not that he wanted to stare. But it was like his eyes had a mind of their own like his heart was some stupid, traitorous thing that leaned toward you every time you got within ten feet of him. He didn’t even like most people. But you? You made him feel… soft. Stupid. A little terrified.

“Okay.” Nobara said behind him, voice sing-songy. “You’ve been watching her for like, ten minutes straight.”

Megumi frowned. “No, I haven’t.”

Yuji snorted, having appeared beside him at some point. “Bro, yes, you have. It’s getting creepy.”

“I was making sure she didn’t overdo it.” He shifted uncomfortably. “She sprained her wrist last week.”

“Aw, so you’re able to care about someone?” Nobara teased. “That’s cute.”

“It’s not- ” Megumi's tone sharpened. “I don’t have a thing for her, okay? Drop it.”

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You had just stepped around the back of the toolshed to get a drink from the water tap, coming back toward the group when the words hit your ears.

"I don’t have a thing for her, okay? Drop it."

You froze.

Your heart stumbled in your chest, awkward and loud. You stayed back, hidden by the shed’s corner, not even daring to breathe.

“She’s just a classmate.” Megumi continued, his voice clipped and cold. “There’s nothing going on. You guys are imagining things.”

The air between them seemed to shift. Nobara muttered, “Wow. Harsh.”

Yuji laughed nervously. “Y/N’s cool, though. I mean, I’d get it if you did like her.”

“I don’t.” Megumi said again. And this time, it was more than just annoyed. It was sharp. Final. “She’s annoying sometimes, honestly. Always asking questions, always smiling like we’re not about to die on a mission. I don’t get it.”

You didn’t hear the rest.

Your hands had gone cold, water bottle clutched tight to keep them from shaking. The back of your throat burned as you slowly backed away, heart hammering.

“She’s annoying sometimes, honestly… I don’t get it.”

His words kept echoing in your head. It felt like someone had slapped you, hard.

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That night, you didn’t come to dinner.

You weren’t mad, exactly. You didn’t think Megumi meant to hurt you, he probably thought he was protecting something, like he always did. That didn’t stop it from stinging like hell.

You sat in your dorm room, fingers curled loosely around a hot mug of tea you didn’t feel like drinking. Your phone buzzed a few times. Yuji, probably. Or Nobara. You ignored them all.

Across the courtyard, Megumi sat outside on the steps of the dorm, arms resting on his knees, gaze distant. Something felt off. You weren’t you tonight. You hadn’t looked at him once after training. Usually, you’d nudge him with your shoulder, say something quietly, something that made the tension in his chest ease.

Tonight, nothing.

He didn’t know why it bothered him so much. Or maybe he did. Maybe he’d just spent so long pretending it didn’t matter that he forgot how much it did.

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The first time he noticed you was on a mission.

You weren’t like Nobara, loud and stylish and sharp-edged. You weren’t like Yuji, either, overwhelmingly bright, brimming with impossible optimism. You were quieter, not in a shy way but in a present way. Focused. Observant. You asked questions no one else asked. You noticed things.

During the mission, you’d pulled a cursed spirit off his blind spot without hesitation, taken a shallow gash to the ribs for it. Megumi remembered the way your hands shook, the blood blooming through your uniform and still, the only thing you said shocked him.

“I’m fine. You okay?” A concerned look on your face.

He’d looked at you like you were a different species.

Since then, something had shifted. And it scared the hell out of him.

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The next day came with clouds heavy in the sky, the promise of rain clinging to the air.

You avoided him.

Not in an obvious way, there were still group training sessions, still shared missions but the warmth was gone. No small talk. No soft, thoughtful comments that made him feel seen. No casual touches or gentle teasing.

Megumi noticed.

It ate at him in quiet moments. During breaks, he’d glance over to find you talking with Yuji, laughing but never looking at him. When Nobara dragged you into town for shopping, you didn’t ask if he wanted to come.

And worst of all you’d stopped smiling at him.

One afternoon, he caught you in the courtyard alone, bandaging a scrape on your arm after training.

“You should disinfect that better.” He said, stepping up without thinking.

You looked up, then back down. “I’m fine.”

He hesitated. “You haven’t been talking to me.”

“I didn’t realize we talked much anyway.” You replied, tone even. Not cruel. Just… distant.

Megumi flinched inwardly. “Did I do something?”

You finally met his gaze. There was no accusation in your eyes just quiet resignation. “No. Not really. I just don’t want to bother you.”

That landed like a punch to the ribs.

He sat down beside you, legs crossed, staring at the grass. “You don’t bother me.”

“You said I was annoying.”

Silence.

You didn’t say where you’d heard it. You didn’t have to.

Megumi stared straight ahead. “That wasn’t… what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?” You asked quietly, not looking at him. “Because I was starting to think we were friends. But maybe I read too much into it.”

Megumi’s throat closed up. He couldn’t say it. Not here. Not like this.

“I’m sorry.” He said instead.

You stood, brushing off your pants. “Don’t be. It’s my fault. I let myself think you cared.”

He looked up sharply, eyes wide. But you were already walking away, each step driving nails deeper into the floor of his chest.

——————————————————————————

Later that night, Megumi sat in the common room with Yuji and Nobara, both chattering about something or other while he stared at the floor.

“You okay, bro?” Yuji asked between bites of chips.

Megumi didn’t answer right away.

Nobara narrowed her eyes. “It’s Y/N, isn’t it?”

“I messed up.” Megumi said simply.

Yuji blinked. “Did you two fight?”

“No.” He exhaled through his nose. “But I lied. I said I didn’t care about her. And she heard it.”

Nobara grimaced. “Yeah, okay. That’s bad.”

“I didn’t want you two making a big deal out of it,” Megumi muttered.

“Dude, you made a big deal out of it.” Yuji pointed out. “You went all ice-prince ‘I don’t like her at all’ of course she’s hurt.”

Megumi scrubbed a hand over his face. “I thought if I pretended it wasn’t real, it wouldn’t hurt.”

Nobara crossed her arms. “And now?”

“Now it hurts worse.”

——————————————————————————

The clouds broke open just after you and Megumi were dispatched together on a joint mission outside Tokyo.

A cursed spirit had been stalking a neighborhood near Kyoto, an old manufacturing district turned residential. It wasn’t high-grade, likely a grade 2, maybe 1 but it was slippery and fast, and the higher-ups wanted it gone discreetly. Gojo had paired you and Megumi “You two are quiet and competent.” He said. “No property damage, please.”

You’d barely said a word to Megumi on the train. He hadn’t tried to start a conversation either. The air between you was heavy, like a storm about to break.

Now, trudging through the damp streets just after sunset, the rain soaked through your jackets, making your breath fog and your hands cold. Your cursed energy flickered outward, on alert.

“It’s close.” You murmured, scanning the alley ahead.

Megumi nodded, summoning Divine Dogs. “Split left. If you catch it, don’t engage alone.”

You nodded stiffly. “Copy.”

He hated this. Not the mission, he could handle the mission. He hated the way you moved around him like a stranger, your voice clipped, movements economical, eyes never quite meeting his.

He wanted to reach out. But every time he opened his mouth, the words died on his tongue.

——————————————————————————

The cursed spirit was stronger than expected.

It lunged from the shadows behind a warehouse, fast and wide, all teeth and claws and thick, bristling curses that slashed like wire through the air. You ducked under its first strike, slashing upward with your blade. It screeched, retreating, and you pursued.

Then, too late, you felt the shift.

A second spirit dropped from the roof behind you, small, but fast. Its claws raked your side before you could turn, searing pain flashing hot across your ribs.

You cried out. Megumi’s blood ran cold.

“Y/N!” He shouted, moving fast. Shadows burst outward, his wolves intercepting the small one before it could strike again.

He reached you in three heartbeats.

You staggered, one hand pressed to your side, blood seeping between your fingers. “I didn’t sense the second one.”

“You shouldn’t have been alone,” he snapped, eyes dark. “I told you not to engage- ”

“I had to.” You hissed. “It was going after a kid- ”

“Goddammit, Y/N.”

He didn’t mean to sound so furious. But fear twisted in his gut, ugly and choking.

He moved fast, summoning Nue to stall the remaining spirit as he caught you, half carrying you out of the danger zone. His grip was tight, protective, anchoring, and trembling just slightly.

You winced. “I can walk- ”

“Don’t argue with me right now.” He said, voice low.

He didn’t let go.

——————————————————————————

You sat against the wall of an abandoned convenience store, blood soaking your uniform. Megumi worked silently, cleaning the wound with water from his canteen and bandaging you as best he could.

You stared past him, jaw clenched. “If this is about me being annoying again, don’t bother.”

Megumi’s hands froze.

“What?”

“I get it.” You muttered, not meeting his eyes. “I smile too much. I ask too many questions. I’m a burden. I’m not as strong as you or Yuji. You don’t have to pretend.”

His voice was quiet. “You really think I feel that way?”

“I heard you, Megumi. That day. You didn’t just say you didn’t like me. You sounded like the idea of liking me was disgusting.”

Megumi sat back on his heels, breath unsteady. The rain had stopped, but thunder still rolled distantly in the sky.

He looked wrecked.

“I didn’t mean it.” He said finally. “I was trying to shut Yuji and Nobara up. They wouldn’t stop teasing me. I panicked.”

You stared at him, hollow. “And the part about me being annoying?”

He swallowed. “I was angry. Not at you. At myself. I’ve felt this way for months and I didn’t know what to do with it. So I turned it into something ugly so I wouldn’t have to deal with it.”

Silence.

He looked down, ashamed. “You were never annoying. I lied.”

Your throat burned. “Why?”

“Because I like you so much it scares the hell out of me.” He said, finally meeting your eyes. “You make me feel like I’m not just a weapon. Like I’m allowed to be human. And I didn’t want to lose that.”

You stared at him.

“I thought if I kept it quiet, I could protect it. Protect you. But I ended up hurting you instead.”

Your voice cracked. “You really like me?”

His answer was immediate. “Yes. A lot.”

The silence between you changed. It wasn’t cold anymore. It buzzed warm and uncertain.

You exhaled shakily. “I thought I was just being stupid.”

“You’re not.” He said, leaning closer. “You’re not stupid. You’re brave. Kind. Smarter than me, half the time. You see people for who they are and you still smile like the world doesn’t deserve you.”

You blinked fast. “That was… a lot.”

He blushed furiously. “Yeah. Sorry. I’ve been holding it in.”

You reached for him without thinking, hand brushing his wrist. He stilled, then turned his hand under yours, fingers closing around yours.

Your voice was small. “I like you too, you know.”

Megumi let out a breath like he’d been drowning and finally found air.

“I know.” He said softly. “I just didn’t want to believe it. Thought maybe if I ignored it, I wouldn’t mess it up.”

You smiled weakly. “You kind of did mess it up.”

He nodded. “I’ll fix it.”

“How?”

“I’ll stop hiding.” He said. “I’ll be honest with you. From now on no more running away.”

You were quiet for a beat.

“Okay.” You said. “But that means telling Nobara.”

He groaned. “Please no.”

“She knows.”

“She’ll never shut up.”

“She deserves the satisfaction.”

He scowled. “You’re cruel.”

You smiled, softer now. “You like that about me.”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, he reached up gently, pushing a damp strand of hair behind your ear. The touch was light, reverent. You leaned into it.

“You’re not allowed to lie again.” You whispered. “Not about how you feel.”

“Promise.” He said.

And when he leaned in, tentative but sure, and pressed his forehead to yours, you felt the shift not just in the air, but in the weight you’d both been carrying.

This time, it didn’t feel so heavy.

——————————————————————————

The next day, back at the dorms, Nobara cornered Megumi on the steps.

“So” She said with narrowed eyes. “Y/N looked very happy this morning.”

Megumi sighed. “Don’t start.”

Yuji leaned around the doorway. “Wait- wait. Did you finally tell her?!”

Megumi muttered. “Yes.”

Both Nobara and Yuji exploded with noise.

“I KNEW IT!”

“ABOUT TIME!”

“I GIVE IT THREE WEEKS BEFORE HE PANICS AGAIN!”

Megumi, for once, didn’t snap at them. He just shook his head and let the teasing roll off.

Because when he looked across the courtyard and saw you waiting, smiling that real, soft smile just for him and nothing else mattered.

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[elphabaathropppp]

“No you can’t take advantage of me” she complained with a fake groan as she rolled over to hide her face in Galinda’s neck. She loved being with her like this, just fun and silly and playful.

“I’d love to stay like this forever” she admitted softly looking at Galinda with an adoring smile. “But it’s probably getting late, and we should get ready for bed, especially if we want to be awake long enough to read our book. Elphaba laughed when Galinda said this was a good use of their time “I’ll agree with that. And I think we should plan for as much rime for this as possible” she smirked. Finally it was time to get up but Elphaba didn’t want to lose all of the beautiful skin she got to see over the last hour or so. “Come here, let me hug you one more time before you put clothes on” she said with a pout and pulled Galinda into her arms again and rolling them back so Galinda was on top of her again and hugged her tightly, her hands took one more trip across her back enjoying the feel of her skin one last time before kissing her once more and rolling them back over so Galinda was back on her bed. “Okay please go put clothes on before I change my mind” she teased

A New Week

Galinda slowly opened her eyes to the light of the new morning. She looked across the room at Elphie, who was still in bed. She knew that she needed to get up and start getting ready because they had classes that day, but she was content to look over at Elphie for a few minutes. She had never thought she could feel happiness like this, like how Elphie made her feel. The way she felt snuggling with her, kissing her, it was all incredible. She smiled to herself, letting herself look for a few moments longer before getting out of bed. She turned and made her bed before heading into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face.

While in the bathroom, she kept smiling to herself thinking about Elphie and their two perfect dates. As she applied her skincare, she kept replaying all the moments of their dates in her mind. She thought about snuggling with Elphie and just being with her, how much she had enjoyed the kissing, and just how happy she had felt with her company. She couldn’t help the giant grin on her face. How had she gotten so lucky? Once she had finished the first part of her morning routine, she went back in their room to start picking her outfit. She would come back and change before PE so she could pick a different dress then, but she needed something for their morning study session and history. She started sorting through her clothes, trying to decide on her first outfit.

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM DATE EVERYTHING (PART 2) *  assorted dialogue from the 2025 video game, specifically the volt and eddie romance, adjust as necessary

trust me, i would never forget such a striking face.

why is so hard for you to believe i actually like spending time with you?

care to dance?

it's far too easy to lose oneself with you.

don't think i'm done with you yet, [name].

i imagine it would be quite difficult to focus on anything with you around.

you have quite the reputation. i'm eager to explore it for myself.

it's a pleasure to officially make your acquaintance.

i kinda feel underdressed.

trust me, you look stunning.

as long as you're going to be there, i'm up for anything.

careful there. i might just take you up on that.

are you always this oblivious?

are you always this much of an asshole?

cute. now get out, i've got work to do.

there's no time, all right? there's too much to do.

have i ever failed you before?

i'm serious, [name]. if it gets worse, you come get me.

how delightful. you're back.

you do learn quickly, don't you.

i'll have to find some more challenging lessons for you.

as much as i'm enjoying our conversation, there are a few more things i must attend to.

allow me to show you to your seat.

oh for fuck's sake, what do you want?

you actually care about this, don't you?

can i finish my drink in peace?

look, you'd better rest up if you want to be useful tomorrow.

you can't get rid of me that easily.

you'll probably change your mind once you realize what you signed up for.

i'm fine. you can put me down now.

that was unbelievably careless. what were you trying to do exactly?

just pay more attention.

i suddenly feel awkward and self-conscious.

you've done a decent job the last couple of days.

now you can get back to... whatever it is you do when you're not invading my space.

i already told you. big crowds aren't really my thing.

i do better on my own. trust me. i'll only slow you down.

be honest, you enjoyed yourself so much last time you just couldn't stay away. am i right?

i can't go back to being alone.

i can't lose you.

it's my job to protect you, even from yourself.

just do it before i change my mind.

i'd almost forgotten what this felt like.

isn't there something you wanted to talk about first?

[mattslilies]

Long Day - M.S.

"it's okay, i'll help. you're exhausted." or... the one where you're wiped out from work, and the energy to take care of yourself just isn't there. luckily, matt steps in. warnings: just exhaustion, really! mentions of dehydration. word count: 945 a/n: requested by anon! divider credit to @saradika-graphics! remember to take care of yourselves! nothing is worth burning yourself out. if your home is going through a heat wave, be safe!! stay hydrated!

you were normally better than this. you were usually able to handle much more, but it had all quickly caught up to you.

you'd worked the past six days in a row, pushing through, holding on to the one day off at the end. you had plans to absolutely cherish it. sleep in late, get food with your friends, binge watch a show, spend time with matt, but none of that was going to happen.

you'd finished work that evening, and by the time you got home, you felt like your legs were the consistency of jello, and you were going to drop. the adrenaline of having to do so much and get everything done at work had kept you going through the entire week, but now that your brain had realized you didn't have to go back tomorrow, you were crashing.

it was also recognizing the ache in your legs, the dull throb in your head from not drinking enough water throughout the day, the sting in your hands from fighting to open things. everything seemed to all hit you at once, and tears filled your eyes as you parked your car in the driveway, sitting there for a few moments before going inside.

trying to compose yourself the best you can, you walked inside, giving matt a soft smile. you weren't angry, or upset, just tired, and you wanted him to know that he wasn't the cause of your tears. regardless of this though, he jumped up, immediately walking over to you and holding your face in his hands.

"what's wrong, baby? did something happen at work?"

you shook your head, a laugh leaving your lips at the ridiculousness of the situation. you were done with work for the week, and you were crying. you should be celebrating.

"no, no, i just realized i'm really tired. everything went fine at work."

matt nodded, giving you a hug, and a soft kiss atop your head.

"you worked so much this week. i'd expect you to be tired."

you nodded, sighing.

"i'm gonna go take a shower, and then i'll come fix something for us to eat."

he hummed in agreement, allowing you to walk off towards your shared bathroom. however, he wasn't going to let you make yourself food after such a long week.

he quickly disappeared into the kitchen, beginning to cook up something simple. he decided on pasta. it would be good for your energy, as well as make sure you were full, but not take too long to cook. it was straining as you came back down the steps, a slight look of confusion on your face.

"matt... you didn't have to do that."

he smiled, putting the food onto a plate and grabbing you some fruit from the fridge to go with it.

"yes i did, baby. and i don't mind. you had an long day, the least i can do is make you some food."

you smiled back, giving him a quick kiss before sitting down to eat, the smell of the food made you realize just how hungry you were, devouring the plate in a few minutes, flat. you got up to put the dishes in the sink, but matt stopped you, taking it from your hands.

"it's okay, i'll help. you're exhausted."

you didn't even argue, too tired to have the energy for it. you nodded, relenting before sitting back down, yawning. matt walked up next to you, placing a hand on your back and encouraging you up.

"c'mon, sweetheart. let's go upstairs. it's late, and you're tired."

you went, walking hand in hand with him the whole way, rejoicing in how lucky you were to have such a caring boyfriend. you sighed in frustration, a small groan leaving your lips as your hand caught a tangle in your hair.

"ugh. i forgot i have to brush and braid my hair tonight."

matt shook his head.

"no. i'll brush and braid your hair tonight. do you want to change into my clothes?"

you nodded, stifling a yawn with your hand. you'd hastily thrown on a set of clothes after showering, but matt's clothes to sleep in sounded much more appealing. he walked over to his dresser, pulling out the softest, largest shirt he could find, and a pair of shorts.

"let me help you."

he got no disagreement from you, you bracing your hands on his shoulders as he helped you step into the shorts, easily sliding them up your legs. he softly removed your shirt, feeding your arms through the sleeves in his and dressing you in it.

"that's gotta feel better, hm?"

you hummed in agreement, moving towards the bed and sitting down on the edge. matt grabbed your hairbrush and a ponytail holder, sitting behind you and slowly beginning to brush through it.

he was always so careful with it. much more careful than you ever were. but that was how he always treated you. carefully. not like you were fragile, not like he didn't trust you, but like he wanted to protect you at all costs, despite knowing you could stand on your own two feet.

dragging the hairbrush through your hair, you felt him begin to twist the three strands into a loose, but solid, braid. over the time you had been dating, his hairdo skills had greatly improved, now taking less than five minutes to get it all done.

snapping the hair tie around the bottom of the braid, he kissed your shoulders before setting the braid on one of them.

"i'm gonna change, and then we'll lay down, okay?"

by the time he turned back around, you were already asleep.

[vxnillabxn]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus x gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluff, suggestive! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ nsfw, mdni! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚everytime i try to write pure fluff about this man, it always starts going south !! (hehehe) anyway, he's so cute, he'd totally color coordinate your outfits, even your pajamas omgggg

it was funny at first.

you mentioned a bracelet you thought was cute, and the next day, you found five variations of said bracelet on your nightstand. all in different colors.

then, you were browsing through an online shop and added a coat to your wishlist.

that same night, you found two boxes on your bed, each with the same coat, but in two different sizes. he knows you like wearing fitting clothes, but there are days when you love to be swallowed by soft fabric.

however... this last time felt a bit excessive.

you were looking for snow boots, since you were going to the north together. you briefly mentioned your current boots were old, and sylus didn't hesitate to buy not one, not two, but four pairs: black, brown, deep burgundy, and beige.

“sylus, this isn't—”

he just kisses your temple.

“are they not to your liking, kitten?”

you sigh, staring at the mountain of shoe boxes on top of your bed.

“sylus, this is excessive. it's overconsu—”

he kisses you again, and this time, on the lips.

“there's no such thing as excess when it comes to you, love.”

you look up at him with a soft frown, but you know better than to protest. soon enough, you both start getting ready for bed. he's already at your side, helping you undress.

before you can walk to the closet, he clicks his tongue, one brow arching in that slow, deliberate way.

“easy there, kitten. it's playtime.”

that sends a shiver down your spine. his voice… low, calm, velvety. is he going to…?

but no. he turns around and starts picking out pajamas. he holds pieces up, inspects the fabric, carefully looking through every set you own —and that he's bought for you.

ah. playtime, as in dressing-you-up-like-a-mannequin playtime.

you giggle but stay still, obedient, as he slips the soft nightwear onto your body. then, he changes his mind, slides it off, trying another set.

that's when he notices you actually do have the same pieces in multiple colors and sizes. he doesn't care, of course. he'd buy anything for you, if you so much as glanced at it.

instead of getting impatient, he seems... amused. there's a slight grin on his lips as he watches how cooperative you're being: quiet, waiting.

he'll reward you for it later.

finally, he picks up a black button-up shirt. it's his. sleek, tailored, and far too elegant to waste on sleep —but he'd rather see you in it than at any gala or important occasion.

after all, nothing is more important to him than you.

he puts it on you slowly, long fingers expertly working the buttons, one by one. he hums in satisfaction before placing a slow, lingering kiss on your lower lip.

his eyes are darker now. intense. there's something intimate —almost reverent—, in how he handles you. especially when he's dressing you in his clothes.

“you know, sweetie? you might be right.”

he whispers while cupping your left cheek. you nuzzle against his palm.

“you think so, sy?”

he chuckles lowly, leaning down to rub his nose against yours.

“mhm. i'll stop buying you clothes,” he says, before scooping you up in one swift motion. your thighs wrap around his waist instinctively. “i'll keep you in my clothes instead.”

and with that, he carries you off. it soon becomes a display of soft touches, easy strength on his end, and a possessive yet adoring glint in his eyes.

honestly? either end of the spectrum doesn't sound so bad anymore.

[band--psycho]

Poly!141 x Reader - Stop The Wedding (Part 13)

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The paramedic was right, you were lucky. 

Your right shoulder was dislocated; you also had a cracked rib and a rather large cut on the top of your forehead; but other than that,  the injuries you’d sustained during the crash, were simply cuts and bruises. 

The doctors said they’d know more once you regained consciousness; but for right now, their outlook for you was good. 

Unlike Y/f/n... 

The four men didn’t know of their condition; seeing as  they weren’t family so they weren’t allowed to know anything… all they knew was that they were rushed into surgery upon arrival at the hospital. 

That was enough for them to gauge the severity of Y/f/ns injuries. 

The room you were in was near enough completely silent, except for the sound of the heart monitor machine; which thankfully kept beeping at a steady rate. 

Much to the relief of the men in the room. 

Simon was standing in the corner of the room closest to you; leaning against the wall, his jaw was tight as he stared straight ahead, much like he had done at home moments after you left.

He was unable to stop his mind from playing out scenarios that ended much worse than the one that happened. 

Occasionally he’d glance over at you; reminding himself that you were alright for the most part….that you were safe now. 

But every time he looked at you; he felt anger burning through his veins; Graves, Shepherd and whoever was driving the car was going to pay for this; he’d make sure of it. 

Of course he wouldn’t be alone. 

He knew that.

John, Johnny and Kyle would all help in hurting the fuckers that did this to you. 

Johnny was already pacing back and forth along the far wall; his agitation rolling off of him in waves; he'd occasionally stop and look at you for prolonged periods of time, as if you’d wake up if he looked at you long enough.  

But you didn’t. 

And that’s when the Scotsman would start pacing again. 

Kyle was by your side; sitting in the chair closest to your hospital bed; his eyes never leaving you, unless it was to blink. 

His hand was hovering over yours; as though you were glass that was on the verge of shattering. 

He was terrified to touch you; but he couldn’t pull his hand away, so it just stayed there, inches above yours.

John had been in and out of the room; popping his head in to see if there’d been any changes and to make sure his partners were holding up okay, before disappearing again to make calls. 

~~~~~

Currently John was on the phone to Kate; one of the very few people he still trusted, hoping that there was some way she could find out any information about the car; or some other information that would prove Graves or Shepherds involvement. 

“It was a black SUV, windows tinted, no plates, left as soon as they veered Y/f/ns car off the road,” Kate explained, making a small frown tug on Johns lips.

He knew he needed proof before he did everything.

Kate understood his silence; she knew what he needed and she’d try her best to aid him in finding the proof that was needed, “I’ll track it through traffic cameras and see what I can find out,”

It was a long shot. 

They both knew that. 

But it was worth a shot.

Even if she could identify the driver, that would be something. 

Or if she could work out where the car was left, John and the others could go and investigate the area seeing as the car would probably be burnt or destroyed by now. 

“Thanks Kate,” John said softly; he knew that she didn’t have to do this and appreciated the fact that she was taking the time to help them.

He thought she’d end the call there; and knew by the prolonged silence that there was something else she wanted to say. 

“What is it?”

“You know if Graves or Shepherd are involved in this, Y/n won’t be safe, Y/f/n might not be either,”

A short sigh fell from John's lips as he ran a hand down his face. 

Of course he knew this. 

All he’d been able to think about since they got to the hospital was how he was going to keep you and Y/f/n safe; knowing that if Graves or Shepherd were involved they’d use Y/f/n to get to you. 

That’s why he’d been making so many phone calls; trying to sort out a safe house, somewhere safe where they could all go once they could leave the hospital.

“We’ll keep them both safe,” John stated; his voice sounding calm and collected, like it was going to be the easiest thing in the world. 

His answer made a sigh fall from Kate’s lips this time, “What if they don’t want you keeping them safe?”

Despite hating her words; John understood Kate’s concern. 

There was every possibility that you and Y/f/n would want to get as far away from all of them as possible; he couldn’t blame either of you for that.

But he just had to make you both understand that as long as Graves and Shepherd were out there that there’d be a risk to both their lives.

He wasn't going to leave you.

He thought last time that he was doing the right thing by putting distance between him and you. 

He was wrong and there was no way he was going to let that mistake happen again.

He was going to keep you safe this time; as well Y/f/n.

“Have you thought about what happens if Y/f/n doesn’t make it?”

Kate’s question hung heavy in the air. 

That was a worst case scenario he didn’t want to think of. 

He couldn’t bear to. 

Because the worst case scenario meant that Y/f/n didn’t leave this hospital….that he’d have to deliver the news to you that your best friend had died. 

You’d already lost so much; he knew it would break you if you lost Y/f/n too. 

“They’re strong,” John said simply; knowing that there was every possibility of the worst case scenario happening; but he had to remain hopeful. 

“John,” Kate began, “If Y/f/n dies, Y/n could blame you guys….”

“I know,” John replied back, guilt lacing his voice as he hung up the phone.

He wouldn’t blame you if you did. 

They may not have driven the car that caused the crash, but they were still to blame. 

He should’ve kept you at the house; should’ve let Y/f/n inside and you all could have talked…could’ve come up with a plan. 

But he didn't know that there was going to be a car chasing you and Y/f/n.

Hindsight was a wonderful thing, and if he had a time machine he’d go back and change it so that neither you or Y/f/n got hurt, but he couldn’t. 

All he could do now was be there for you and Y/f/n if they survived the surgery and keep you both safe; regardless of if either of you wanted the protection he was offering or not. 

And he was almost certain that Simon, Johnny and Kyle would agree with him.

This time when he walked back into your room at the hospital; he had no intention of leaving. 

“Any news?” Johnny asked, halting in his steps as soon as he noticed that John wasn’t just briefly popping in to check on them all. 

“Not really,” John answered, shaking his head slightly, “it was a black SUV, with tinted windows and no plates,”

He watched as Johnny's lips tugged downwards into a frown and he hated it. 

Hated that he couldn’t give anybody the answers they needed. 

“Kate’s gonna call me when she’s got more news,” John continued softly, looking at Johnny with a small reassuring smile on his own lips, hoping that his words would be enough to raise his spirits a little. 

Johnny didn’t say anything; simply nodded at John's words, but he didn’t go back to pacing this time, instead he just stared at you. 

John moved closer to the hospital bed you were on, until he was standing behind Kyle, his eyes fixed on you. 

Simon’s eyes darted from each of the men in the room before landing on you. 

A moment of silence fell across the room; each of them reflecting on how easily they could’ve lost you.

Then a small sound broke the tension that had grown in the room. 

It wasn’t much, a slight change in your breathing followed by a faint twitch in your fingers; but it was enough. 

Enough to snap all of the men out of their thoughts. 

Kyle's hand was on yours in an instant, his other hand moving to your face, his thumb delicately brushing your forehead, ensuring that he avoided touching the nasty head wound you’d obtained from the crash.

“Hey, hey….it's alright, you’re alright,” he soothed, watching as your eyes fluttered open, showing slits of your y/e/c eyes behind their slightly swollen lids.

He could already see the sudden pain turning to confusion which quickly morphed into recognition as your eyes fully opened, glancing around at everyone around you. 

“Wh…what..happ…” your words trailed off into a wince, as you tried to move, unable to do so.

“Easy, sweetheart,” John said with a calmness in his voice, moving slightly so that he was standing next to Kyle and not behind him, “you’re safe and we’re all here.”

Kyle continued holding your hand, rubbing small circles onto the back of your hand just like he used to do when you were stressed.

“What…happened? You repeated, your eyes settling on Kyle. 

“You were in a crash,”

It was like Kyle’s words triggered an instant replay of what had happened. 

You were with Y/f/n in their car. 

They were driving to your house..

Someone started following you in a black SUV, it kept crashing into the back of the car…

You’d called Simon, you were heading back to their house…until Y/f/n lost control of the car…

“Y/f/n,” you breathed out, the sheer panic for them evident in your voice as you tried to get up from the bed.

You were trying desperately to ignore the pain you felt shooting through your right shoulder, as well as your chest, all whilst trying to ignore the exhaustion that was washing over your body. 

You remembered looking at Y/f/n just before the crash…remembered seeing the fear in their eyes and it made your heart ache.

“You need to rest,” John cooed softly, sitting down on the side of the bed. 

A small groan fell from your lips as you attempted to move again; caring little for how much pain you were in, “I need to know where Y/f/n is,”

“They’re in surgery, Bon,” Johnny explained, walking over to the other side of the bed and sitting down on it, mirroring John; stopping you from getting out of the bed.

“Surgery…” your voice was barely above a whisper as you processed what Johnny said; your mind continuing to replay the moments just before the crash, “we were being followed,”

“We know,” Simon stated, turning to look at you, the phone call replaying in his mind. 

“Kate’s looking into it,” John added, hoping that his answer would help to console you. 

And they did. 

Briefly. 

Until you remembered what you’d been discussing with the very men in this room. 

The information that you’d learnt.

"Shepherd? Phillip….”

“We know they had something to do with it, we just can’t prove it yet…” John answered truthfully.

You didn’t want to believe that your Fiance had planned for this, or worse, to happen; but given what you’d found out about him…you weren’t really sure who he actually was or what he was capable of.

But was he really capable of killing you and Y/f/n?

Would there not have been other ways to do it, instead of in the middle of the day where anyone could drive by and help, and why didn't he make sure you were both dead...? 

“It’s too much of a coincidence,” Johnny continued, seeing how the doubt was growing in your eyes from Johns answer. 

“We’ll find everyone involved in this,” Kyle declared softly to you, raising your hand gently to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on your knuckles.

“And we’ll make them regret it,” Johnny assured you, anger burning bright behind his blue eyes. 

You knew by the look in the Scotsman’s eyes that his words were not a statement, they were a promise. 

Simon remained silent. 

He simply nodded his head at Johnny's words as he made his way to the Scotsman side.

His silence a promise to you that they were going to find whoever caused this crash.

“We’re not gonna let anything else happen to you, sweetheart,” John knew you were probably going to bite his head off for using the nickname he used to use when you were together for a second time, but he didn’t care. 

Maybe it was the probable concussion you’d gotten from the crash; maybe it was just because of everything that had happened today…but you actually found comfort in hearing some of the nicknames you used to be called by them. 

It made you feel safe.

They made you feel safe, despite everything that had happened.

That feeling of safety was a feeling that was short lived though; because then you heard the familiar voice of Phillip from behind the door, at first you thought you were wrong. 

You hoped you were wrong.

But when the door opened; he walked through it, his eyes meeting yours, ignoring the four other men in the room.

The concussion definitely must have been doing something to your brain, because you could’ve sworn you saw genuine worry in Phillip’s eyes when they met yours. 

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BestFriend!Mark x Reader

WC: 4.7k, no warnings, just a heated makeout session

Best friends to lovers

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Y/N was good at hiding it.

The way her heart clenched every time Mark laughed, the way her stomach twisted when he leaned his head on her shoulder during movie nights. She laughed with him. Teased him like a best friend should. Nudged his arm, stole his fries, wore his hoodies when she was cold. And she did it all without letting on that every moment around him chipped a little more at her composure.

No one suspected a thing. Not even Mark.

They were inseparable—Mark and Y/N. Everyone just assumed they were either already dating or completely platonic. “You sure you guys aren’t together?” people asked all the time.

Mark always laughed, wide and easy. “Nah, we’re just best friends.”

Y/N would echo it with a smile. “Yeah, just friends.”

It was easier that way.

But Haechan saw through her. Not all at once. But in the little things.

The way her gaze always found Mark in a room, like a compass. How she subtly inched closer on the couch, seeking warmth she pretended not to crave. How she smiled brighter when Mark looked at her. How her face fell when he didn’t.

So one late afternoon, as the three of them sat in Mark’s living room half-watching a rerun of some comedy show, Haechan asked Mark to grab snacks from the kitchen. Mark groaned but got up with a lazy stretch.

As soon as Mark disappeared behind the kitchen door, Haechan turned to Y/N.

“Hey.”

She looked over, expression neutral. “What’s up?”

He studied her, voice quiet. “You love him, don’t you?”

Y/N blinked, a little too hard. “What—what are you talking about?”

“Mark.” Haechan tilted his head, not unkind. “You’re in love with him.”

Her laugh was too quick, too loud. “What? No. We’re just—”

“Don’t lie to me.”

Her throat tightened. “Haechan—”

“I’ve seen how you look at him,” he said, softer now. “You think no one notices, but I do. It’s not just friendship, Y/N.”

Her hands were fists in her lap, and she blinked again, too fast. Her lips parted like she wanted to say something, anything, but nothing came out.

So Haechan waited.

And after a long pause, Y/N exhaled—shaky, broken—and finally nodded. “I love him.”

Her voice cracked.

“I’ve loved him for so long, and he doesn’t see it. He doesn’t see me that way. And I—” Her shoulders trembled. “I don’t know what to do.”

Tears slipped down her cheeks, silent and unrelenting.

“I’m scared if I tell him, I’ll ruin everything. He’s my best friend. What if he pulls away? What if he starts acting different? I’d rather stay quiet than lose him.”

She covered her face with her hands, chest heaving with quiet sobs.

Without a word, Haechan scooted closer and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a warm, steady hug. He rested his chin on her shoulder.

“You’re not going to lose him,” he whispered. “And even if you don’t say a thing, I promise I’ll be here. You don’t have to go through this alone, okay?”

She nodded into his hoodie, clutching it like a lifeline.

He held her as the sound of the TV faded behind them and Mark’s voice called out from the kitchen, oblivious.

“Everything’s gonna be alright,” Haechan said again, firmer now. “You’ve got me.”

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The change was gradual—like the quiet dimming of a light.

Y/N stopped showing up to movie nights. She left texts unread, dodged plans with vague excuses. In the group chat, she was still there, just… less. Less chatty. Less present. Less her.

The others noticed. Of course they did.

“Has she said anything to you?” Mark asked one evening, scrolling through his phone with a frown.

Haechan, stretched out on the couch next to him, shrugged without looking up. “She’s probably just tired. Burned out.”

“She’s never too tired for us.”

Haechan hesitated. Then gently added, “Maybe she’s got stuff on her mind. She’ll come around.”

Mark didn’t answer. But he didn’t like it. The silence from her felt… wrong.

So he drove to her place.

He didn’t text first. Just grabbed his keys and went. Because if she wasn’t okay, he needed to see for himself.

When she opened the door, he blinked.

She was dressed up. Hair done, subtle makeup, a soft perfume he recognized from the nights they used to sit shoulder to shoulder at concerts. A short, black dress hugged her body, and her lips were glossy. She looked beautiful. Elegant.

Mark had to swallow.

“You look good,” he said, before he could think better of it.

Y/N smiled, warm but slightly tired. “Thanks.”

He nodded slowly, taking in the heels by the door, the little clutch in her hand. “You going somewhere?”

She glanced down like she forgot what she was wearing. “Yeah. Uh. I have a date.”

Mark’s stomach did something strange.

He cleared his throat. “Can I… talk to you for a second?”

She hesitated, then stepped aside.

He walked in, hands shoved in his hoodie pockets, looking around her familiar living room. It was clean. Candles lit. Dim. Quiet.

“You’ve been distant,” he said, voice low. “Everyone feels it.”

She sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“I just… I want to know what’s going on. Did something happen?”

Y/N walked past him, picking at the strap of her purse. “Nothing happened. I’ve just been… emotionally drained lately. Confused.”

Mark turned to face her. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

She looked up, lips pressed tight. “Because when I feel like this, I shut down. I go quiet. I didn’t want to bring you down with me.”

“You wouldn’t.” His voice was soft. “You never bring me down.”

She looked away.

Mark stepped closer. “Please don’t shut me out, Y/N. I’m always here for you. No matter what.”

Her throat tightened. That was the problem.

She nodded, voice barely above a whisper. “Okay.”

They hugged—tight and long. Y/N leaned into him, breathing in the warmth of his sweatshirt, the clean scent she always found comfort in. She didn’t realize how much she’d needed that.

Mark pulled back, looking at her carefully.

“We all miss you,” he murmured. “Me especially.”

Her heart twisted, but she nodded. “I’ll try to come around more.”

There was a pause.

“So this date…” Mark said, a little too casually. “Who’s the guy?”

Y/N tilted her head, smirking a little. “Just someone I met through a friend. Nothing serious.”

He nodded, tongue pressing against his cheek. “Right. Well… text me when you get home safe, okay?”

Her smile faltered. Just slightly. “You got it.”

Mark lingered at the door.

“Have fun,” he added, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Y/N watched him go, heart aching in ways she couldn’t name. But she pulled on her coat and left for her date anyway.

Even if, for the first time, someone else’s attention didn’t feel quite as exciting as it should’ve.

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The next day, Y/N showed up to brunch with the group, hair up in a loose clip, sunglasses perched on her head, and that soft, glowing energy she hadn’t carried in weeks.

She looked lighter.

Mark noticed it immediately. The way her laugh came easier. The way she leaned into Haechan’s shoulder and teased Renjun like old times. Her eyes were brighter, her smile effortless.

He hated how much he noticed.

“You good?” she asked him during a lull, nudging his arm.

“Yeah,” he smiled, tight-lipped. “Glad you’re here.”

And he meant it.

But also… he didn’t.

Because now she was back, and he still felt like something was off. Like she’d found the light on her own—and he hadn’t been the one to bring her back.

And maybe that shouldn’t matter. But it did.

After brunch, when everyone started splitting off, Mark waited until he caught Haechan walking to his car.

“Hey.”

Haechan turned. “Sup?”

Mark looked around—then grabbed his arm, tugging him out of earshot.

“Okay, I need you to stop setting her up with people.”

Haechan blinked. “What?”

“Taejoon. Whoever else you’re thinking of. Just… don’t.”

Haechan raised a brow. “Why?”

Mark opened his mouth.

Closed it.

Because he didn’t know what the hell he was trying to say.

“I just—she was feeling down and vulnerable, and now she’s putting herself out there, and—what if he hurts her?”

Haechan stared at him like he’d grown a second head. “Dude. She’s not a porcelain doll. She liked the date. She said she had a good time. Taejoon’s a good guy.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Then what is the point?”

Mark clamped his jaw shut. Frustration coiled in his chest like barbed wire.

Haechan crossed his arms. “You’re jealous.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

Mark exhaled sharply. “She’s my best friend.”

“And yet you’re acting like she just cheated on you.”

“I care about her, Haechan!”

“Yeah? Then maybe it’s time you figure out how you care about her, because the way you’re looking at her lately? The way you looked when she said she had a date? That’s not how friends look at each other.”

Mark’s jaw worked, silent.

Haechan softened—just a little. “Look, I love both of you. But if you don’t know what you want, you don’t get to interfere just because someone else is finally showing her attention. You need to check your jealousy, man.”

Mark swallowed. Hard.

Because Haechan was right.

And he hated it.

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The party was buzzing—warm lights, music spilling from the speakers, and their usual group scattered between the backyard and kitchen. Mark was mid-conversation when Haechan nudged him subtly.

“Mark,” he said, voice low, “he’s here.”

Mark turned—and there he was. Taejoon.

Tall, clean-cut, good posture, easy smile. Laughing politely at something Yuta said. Wearing a denim jacket and holding two drinks—one of which he handed to Y/N, who had just come back from the dance floor, cheeks flushed and glowing.

She smiled at him. Soft, genuine.

And Mark’s stomach twisted in a way he didn’t know how to handle.

It wasn’t fair. Taejoon was nice. Respectful. He didn’t hover over Y/N, didn’t try too hard to fit in. He seemed… decent.

Which, for some reason, made Mark dislike him even more.

He wasn’t used to that. Mark got along with everyone. Everyone liked him. So why did his jaw feel tight watching them?

He made his way to the kitchen, under the pretense of refilling his drink. But really, he was trying to breathe.

Later, when the group settled down in scattered clumps around the backyard bonfire, Mark spotted Y/N sitting on the edge of the porch steps, sipping something from a red cup, looking up at the stars.

Alone.

His chest ached.

He walked over, quietly. “Hey.”

She turned, surprised. “Hey. You disappeared earlier.”

Mark sat beside her, knee brushing hers. “Yeah. Just needed a minute.”

She nodded. “It’s a bit loud in there.”

He hesitated—then glanced back toward the house, where Taejoon was deep in conversation.

“So…” Mark started carefully, “do you really like him?”

Y/N blinked, taken aback.

“Taejoon,” Mark clarified, avoiding her gaze. “Do you… see this going somewhere?”

She looked down at her drink, rolling the cup between her palms. “He’s nice. Easy to talk to. I like being around him.”

Mark nodded, slow. “And are you… happy?”

There was a long pause. And then—softly:

“I haven’t been happy in a while.”

Mark turned to look at her fully.

She kept her eyes ahead. “I mean, I’ve smiled, laughed, gone out. But something always feels like it’s missing. I don’t know what it is. I wish I did.”

Mark’s voice was low, vulnerable. “Me too.”

She turned to him then.

Their eyes met in the dim porch light, the party noise muffled behind them, the firelight flickering in the distance.

“What are we doing, Y/N?” he asked. It wasn’t accusing. Just honest. Heavy.

She swallowed. “I don’t know.”

Mark didn’t push. He couldn’t. The truth was tangled up in the spaces between them—the touches that lingered too long, the late-night calls, the glances they thought no one noticed. The ache of maybe.

“I miss when everything made sense,” she whispered.

Mark nodded, eyes still on hers. “Yeah. Me too.”

They sat there in the quiet, just breathing next to each other. Not saying anything more. Not needing to. Because something had shifted—and now they both knew it.

Y/n slowly rested her head on his shoulder, seeking comfort and touch that she hasn't gotten from Mark in so long.

Mark deeply sighed and leaned his head on hers, both of them pausing for a moment in silence, nothing else to be said just yet.

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The night was quiet.

A breeze moved gently over the water, rippling across the Han River, lights from the city reflecting in soft, scattered patterns. Mark stood near the railing, hands in his pockets, the glow from the nearby path casting warm shadows across his face.

Y/N walked toward him, bundled in a hoodie, her hair pulled back, and something soft and unreadable in her eyes.

“You called for a late-night walk,” she teased gently. “Kind of dramatic.”

Mark gave a nervous smile. “Yeah, well… I’ve been feeling a little dramatic lately.”

They walked slowly, side by side, their footsteps syncing on instinct. Neither of them spoke at first. They didn’t need to. The air was heavy with unspoken things.

Eventually, they sat on a quiet bench overlooking the river. The breeze tugged at Y/N’s sleeves, and Mark shrugged off his jacket, draping it over her shoulders without a word.

She didn’t protest.

Mark leaned forward, elbows on his knees, looking out over the water.

“I don’t really know when it shifted,” he said finally, voice low. “When it stopped being just friendship for me.”

Y/N turned toward him, her heart thudding.

“I think I was scared to admit it,” he continued. “Because… you’ve always meant so much to me. Like, everything. You’re my safe place. And I didn’t want to mess that up by feeling… more.”

He laughed quietly, shaking his head. “But lately, it’s unbearable. Pretending I don’t notice how my heart races when you smile at me. Or how I can’t stand the idea of you falling for someone who isn’t me.”

He looked at her then. Really looked.

“I can’t live in silence anymore, Y/N. Not when every part of me wants you.”

Y/N stared at him for a long moment, wide-eyed and frozen.

Then she let out a choked laugh and smacked his shoulder.

“Mark Lee. Are you kidding me?”

He blinked. “What?”

“You’ve been torturing yourself over this?”

He nodded, slow. “Yeah?”

She stared at him like he was the biggest idiot in Seoul.

“I’ve been in love with you for months, Mark.”

His jaw dropped. “What?”

“I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to lose you either. I thought… maybe I was imagining things. That I’d misread it. I mean—how did we both miss this?”

Mark laughed, light and breathless. “We’re such idiots.”

She smiled at him, the kind of smile that made his chest ache.

“Hey,” he said softly, turning toward her fully. “Can I take you on a date?”

Her eyes sparkled.

“God, yes.”

They both laughed, hearts pounding.

When he walked her to her cab later, Mark watched her climb in with the dopiest grin on his face. She turned to wave at him through the window, cheeks flushed, happiness written all over her.

And as the car pulled away, both of them sat back, smiling like fools—hands over their chests like maybe, just maybe, they’d been waiting for this forever.

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Y/N was still floating when she got home.

She dropped onto her bed, kicked off her shoes, and reached for her phone without even thinking. The first name she typed in:

Haechan 🧸

It rang once.

“Y/N,” he answered, suspicious. “Why are you calling me so late—”

“Mark and I talked.”

He froze. “...Wait. What?”

“He asked me out on a date.”

Haechan practically screamed through the phone. “FINALLY!”

Y/N burst out laughing. “I knew you'd be supportive!”

“Y/N, I’ve been watching you pine over him for a year. Do you know how hard it was not to lock you two in a closet and force it out of you?” he ranted. “This is the best day of my life. I’m gonna light a candle and say a prayer to the universe.”

She giggled. “You’re so dramatic.”

“I’m serious. This is like my parents finally getting back together. I knew you were soulmates. What happened?!”

“We talked by the river,” she said softly. “He told me he couldn’t keep it in anymore. That he thinks about me all the time.”

“And you said?”

“I smacked his shoulder and told him I felt the same.”

Haechan gasped. “That’s so you.”

“Then he asked me on our first official date.”

“When?”

“Tomorrow.”

“I’M PICKING YOUR OUTFIT. No arguments.”

Y/N met Mark at a little ramen place he loved—warm, cozy, tucked into a quiet street. He wore a pale blue button-down, hair perfectly messy, and when she stepped out of her cab, his eyes lit up like the sun.

“You look…” He paused, blinking. “Wow.”

Y/N felt her cheeks flush. “You don’t look too bad yourself, Lee.”

They sat across from each other, knees brushing under the small table. They ordered way too much food, laughed until they couldn’t breathe, and shared bites like they hadn’t done that exact thing as friends a hundred times before—but tonight, it felt new. Different. Sparked.

They walked afterward, hands barely brushing until Mark reached over, heart pounding, and took hers in his. He was smiling like he couldn’t stop.

They passed a little record shop, and he pulled her in. “I’ve always wanted to slow dance in a record store,” he murmured, and she raised a brow.

“Really?”

He shrugged. “You bring out the cheesy in me.”

They picked a soft old ballad, just them and the low hum of music, and he gently swayed with her in the aisle, his hand on her waist, her cheek resting near his shoulder.

He smelled like mint and clean laundry and Mark.

Afterward, he drove her home in his beat-up car, soft music playing as the city lights blurred past the windows. Neither of them wanted the night to end.

When they got to her building, he walked her to the door.

She turned, smiling up at him. “Thank you. That was… perfect.”

Mark took a breath, fingers brushing her hair back. “Y/N.”

“Yeah?”

He stepped in close, voice barely above a whisper. “Can I kiss you?”

Her heart did somersaults.

She nodded.

His lips were soft and slow, careful at first—then lingering. Like he’d been holding back for far too long and now that he had her, he didn’t want to let go.

When they finally pulled apart, she was smiling so hard her cheeks hurt.

“Goodnight,” he whispered, eyes twinkling.

“Goodnight, Mark.”

She didn’t sleep that night.

And judging by the text he sent five minutes later—“I still can’t believe I get to kiss you now.”—neither did he.

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The sun was dipping low when they arrived at the community tennis courts, casting long shadows across the court and painting everything in soft gold.

Mark handed Y/N a racket and gave her a cheeky grin. “Alright. Time for your first lesson, rookie.”

Y/N arched a brow. “You sure you’re up for this, Coach?”

“Oh, I’ve got all the patience in the world for you,” he said with a wink, tossing her a ball. “Step one: ready stance. Feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent.”

She mimicked him, overly exaggerated. “Like this?”

He laughed, walking behind her and adjusting her grip, his hands wrapping around hers. “Like this.”

His chest brushed her back slightly. She tried not to shiver.

“Now swing.”

She did—and the ball sailed smoothly over the net.

Mark blinked. “...Wait.”

Y/N casually flipped her hair over her shoulder. “What?”

“You hit it. Like—well.”

She shrugged. “I had lessons when I was like, ten.”

Mark narrowed his eyes, squinting at her dramatically. “You tricked me.”

“You were being cocky,” she smirked. “You deserved it.”

He burst out laughing, shaking his head. “Okay. It’s on now.”

They played for nearly an hour—Mark slowly getting competitive, Y/N matching him shot for shot. They were both sweaty, breathless, and laughing so hard by the end that Mark collapsed on the grass outside the court.

“You’re ridiculous,” he said, grinning up at her.

“You love it.”

“I do.”

Dinner came next. A small diner with warm lighting, faded booths, and the smell of fries and milkshakes in the air.

They slid into a booth, and Mark immediately pulled her closer beside him, his arm resting naturally around her shoulders.

Y/N leaned into him without thinking, cheek brushing his shoulder.

“You know,” he said quietly, thumb rubbing soft circles on her arm, “I didn’t know how badly I needed to be with you until we finally were. I feel like…”

He paused.

“Like I can finally just be. With you, I don’t have to be anything but myself. And that’s… rare.”

Y/N turned to look at him, eyes soft. “I’ve been dreaming of this. Us. For so long.”

She touched his jaw, brushing a strand of hair from his eyes, and leaned in to kiss him—slow, unhurried, full of quiet affection. When they pulled apart, she was smiling.

“Mark, I don’t think you realize how loved you are,” she said softly. “Everyone likes you. Respects you. You walk into a room and people just gravitate to you. I always felt lucky just being your friend. I didn’t want to be greedy by… wanting more.”

Mark’s brows knit, something emotional flickering in his eyes.

“That’s nonsense,” he said quietly. “You’re the one who’s special. Kind. Thoughtful. Funny. You’ve seen all the sides of me—messy, stressed, weird—and you still choose to be here. That’s rare, Y/N.”

He tilted her chin up gently, voice low and certain. “You’re not greedy. You’re the only person I’ve really seen in a long time.”

Her heart fluttered so violently she thought it might burst.

She leaned into his chest, tucking herself into his side, eyes closed with a soft smile on her lips.

Mark kissed her temple. “You wanna come to mine after this? Watch that movie we never finished?”

Y/N tilted her head. “Only if we get milkshakes to go.”

Mark grinned. “You’re perfect.”

And as they walked out—hands clasped, matching smiles, milkshakes in hand—they didn’t even realize they were glowing.

Because sometimes love doesn’t feel like fireworks.

It feels like laughter on a tennis court, a booth seat that’s a little too snug, and someone saying you’re the only one I see—and meaning it.

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The drive back to her place was quiet—but charged.

Mark’s hand stayed on her thigh the entire time, thumb brushing gently over the denim of her jeans, like he couldn’t stop touching her. Y/N’s heart hadn’t stopped racing since they left the diner. Not from nerves. From want. From knowing.

From how he looked at her now like he was seeing her all over again.

When they reached her building, Mark parked, cut the engine, and turned toward her.

She leaned in first.

He met her halfway.

The kiss started soft. Warm. Familiar. But it grew quickly—his hand sliding to the back of her neck, deepening it, pulling her in like he couldn’t get enough. Y/N climbed out of the passenger seat and they barely made it a few feet before she was pressed against her apartment door, lips locked with his.

Her fingers threaded into his hair, tugging gently, and he groaned against her mouth—low and wrecked. His hands slid up beneath her shirt, palms warm and greedy on her skin, thumbs brushing over the sides of her ribcage.

Y/N gasped into the kiss, leg curling up instinctively around his hip.

Mark pushed into her, one hand gripping her thigh to hold her there, the other still sliding higher under her shirt. They kissed like they’d been waiting for years. Like they had time to make up for.

He finally pulled back, just barely, foreheads pressed together.

His cheeks were flushed, lips red, breath uneven. His hands stayed right where they were—one on her hip, the other still against her bare waist.

“Okay,” he murmured, voice low and slightly unsteady. “Maybe this isn’t the best time to ask, but...”

She blinked at him, breathless. “Yeah?”

Mark’s lips brushed hers again, soft and slow.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

Her heart did something violent in her chest.

She broke into a grin, kissing him again with a smile.

“Yes,” she whispered against his mouth. “Yes, yes, yes.”

He smiled too—boyish and giddy and a little stunned—before kissing her again, messier this time, her hands tightening around his neck as if she couldn’t possibly get close enough.

“God, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he mumbled against her jaw, lips dragging down to her neck. “To be yours.”

“You’ve always been mine,” she whispered.

And when he finally pulled away, breath ragged and fingers still tangled in her shirt, he looked at her like he was falling all over again.

“Text me when you’re in bed,” he murmured, eyes half-lidded and warm. “Or I’ll just stay here thinking about this all night.”

Y/N kissed him one last time, lips lingering.

“I’ll text you,” she promised.

He walked backward down her hallway, lips red and hoodie crooked, grinning like an idiot.

She closed the door behind her and pressed her back to it, chest rising and falling fast, smile spreading wide.

Boyfriend.

Her boyfriend.

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The house was already buzzing when Mark and Y/N arrived, fingers laced tightly together.

Everyone in the gang was scattered across all the rooms, music bumping, drinks in hand, laughter echoing from every corner.

Y/N glanced up at Mark. “You ready?”

He looked down at her, beaming. “With you? Always.”

They walked in together, and immediately—

“NO FREAKING WAY.”

Haechan nearly dropped his cup when he saw their joined hands. “Is this—are we soft-launching? Hard-launching? WHAT IS THIS?”

Mark just grinned, proudly tugging Y/N closer by the waist. “We’re official.”

Y/N leaned into his side, eyes glowing. “Hi.”

“Oh my god,” Johnny said from across the room, pausing mid-beer-pour. “It finally happened.”

Doyoung clapped once. “It was only a matter of time. I’m just mad I lost the bet.”

“Wait, there were bets?” Mark raised an eyebrow.

Jaehyun nodded, sipping from his glass. “I said you’d get together by summer. Haechan said spring.”

“I said Valentine’s Day,” Haechan muttered dramatically. “You guys owe me.”

“But seriously,” Taeyong said, pulling them both in for a group hug. “We’re so happy for you. You’ve always been each other’s person.” Yuta smiled and ruffled Mark's hair.

Y/N blinked, heart full.

Mark reached down and twined their fingers again, thumb brushing gently over hers. “They’re right,” he murmured, only for her. “You’ve always been it for me.”

She smiled so wide she thought her cheeks might stay that way forever.

As the night went on, Mark—popular and magnetic as always—was pulled into conversation after conversation. But his hand never left hers. Not once.

Everywhere he went, she was tucked under his arm, his thumb rubbing little circles on her back. And person after person came up to them with the same sentiment:

“It’s nice to see you like this.”

“You look really happy, Mark.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile this much.”

And he was smiling—nonstop, radiant, like someone who’d finally found the thing he didn’t realize he’d been searching for this whole time.

Whenever she laughed, his eyes followed her.

Whenever she looked at him, his shoulders softened.

At one point, they were leaning against the kitchen counter together, sharing a slice of cake from the same plate, when Y/N said quietly, “You don’t have to keep holding my hand, you know.”

Mark turned to her, smile tugging at his lips. “I know.”

“But you are.”

“I am,” he said, brushing a crumb from the corner of her mouth with his thumb, voice full of affection. “Because I still can’t believe you’re mine.”

Y/N melted.

In a room full of people, noise, celebration, and years of friendship… Mark only saw her. Not just his girlfriend but his life partner. And he couldn't be happier.

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