#I love the stage play sm if you couldn’t tell

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Stage play kunidazai being silly, if you even care

[lqveharrington]

Silver Roses & Fallen Snow

4: The 10th Annual Hunger Games (masterlist for series)

summary: Coriolanus comes up with a plan to secure his win as the winning mentor of the 10th Annual Hunger Games, but he makes a decision that changes everything.

pairing: young!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

includes: cheating (i’m so sorry), kissing, fluff, implied sex, mentions of blood and hurt, jealousy, mentions or murder and death, sejanus slander, italics are coriolanus’ inner thoughts.

word count: 4k +

a/n: this took a billion rewrites, but i wrote it sm better than i originally planned :) ty for your patience for this series

Coriolanus knew that winning the Hunger Games was impossible with Lucy Gray as his tribute. She could sing well and get any crowd to flaunt over her. She could care for those around her and get everyone and everything to fall for her charms. But, she couldn’t fight if she wanted to.

This led to Coriolanus sitting at his desk, eyes flickering between his father’s photo, a photograph of him as a baby with his mother, and a framed picture of him and you, looking at each other with pure adoration. He let a small smile slip through his messy thoughts, focusing on you. He loved everything about you.

Thus, he knew what he had to do to win for you and for his family. Even if it meant playing dirty. Even if it meant toying with another’s emotions.

“Lucy Gray,” Coriolanus whispered into the darkness, looking around the Capitol Zoo’s cage. “Lucy Gray!”

“You’re alive.” Lucy Gray whispered as she came over, gripping the iron bars.

“Hey, those bombs? They have changed everything.” He started, determined to get his plan through. “They blew the walls out, so that means you can escape up in the stands. There’s a hole down in the floor,” He flickered his eyes to her lips and back up to her eyes. “Leads down to some tunnels. I’ve tried it, you can disappear down there.”

She nodded, letting him clasp his hand over her own.

“So, the moment you hear that bell ring, you ignore the weapons in the middle and run, as fast as you can for that hole.” He spoke with urgency, squeezing her hand. “And you find a place to hide down below. Alone.”

“Alone? No, Jessup’s my friend.”

“No. The moment that bell rings, you can’t trust anyone, not even Jessup.” His eyes wander the rest of the enclosure. “Just lay low down there until it’s safe to come out.”

Lucy Gray shook her head in appreciation, looking between his eyes. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“I can’t let you die. I saved you.” Coriolanus got closer to her, face merely a few centimeters away. “I saved you once, I’m not risking it again.”

A tear fell down her face, “I’m sorry. I’m more hopeful during the daytime, but when it gets dark…”

“It’s okay.” He wiped her face off with his father’s handkerchief, ensuring she was focused on him. “It’s okay. I am going to get you out here. I promise.” He smiles, “Back to the Covey.”

Lucy Gray studied his face. All she saw was true intentions. After a few beats, she leaned in for a kiss, one she somehow needed from the male presented in front of her.

And he let her.

Coriolanus Snow let Lucy Gray Baird kiss him. He let one hand reach to lightly cup her cheek, deepening the kiss ever so slightly.

He knew it was wrong. So wrong. But, he only did it for you.

I’m sorry.

“Is this real?” He asks her after separating, regret filling his mind. “Just tell me, if I’m going to risk everything… That song—“

I’m so sorry, beautiful. I promise I’ll make it up to you, I promise. I’m so sorry.

“That song was payback, that’s all.” Lucy Gray cut him off, shaking her head. “My old boyfriend, Billy Taupe, he was cheating on me with the mayor’s daughter.”

I don’t love her. I love you.

“The girl from the reaping?”

“Yeah, she got crazy jealous. She had her Pa read my name up on that stage. And now everyone will know what they did to me.” She lifted her chin up.

“Yeah.” Coriolanus reached into his shirt, grabbing his mother’s compact. “Take this.”

“No. No, it’s too fine—“

“It’s not a gift. It’s a loan.” He grabbed her hands, squeezing them. “What’s in here, don’t touch it. Don’t even breathe it in because small amounts can be deadly.” He took her chin gently, forcing her to look at him. “Look, I can see what war does to people, okay? I’ve seen it. And there will come a time when you need this when you need to act. We all do things we’re not proud of to survive.” Coriolanus planted one last kiss on her lips, shutting his eyes.

This is all for you, beautiful, I promise. I’m sorry.

“Hey? We are going to win this, Lucy Gray.” He rubbed her cheek, wiping one last tear. “We are going to win this together.”

With final hugs and kisses from Grandma’am and Tigris, Coriolanus left the penthouse with an unbalanced conscience and the smallest possible amount of hope of winning the Tenth Annual Hunger Games. He was going to pick you up and then walk toward the Citadel where he was to be watching his tribute along with his peers, but the Lovett car was waiting right outside; Your tinted window rolled down with your head resting in your arm.

He did a quick jog over to you — despite the slight limp he had — and bent over to peck your lips. “Aren’t you a wonderful surprise?”

“Good morning, Coryo.” You return the gesture two more times, smiling. He stood there for a minute, admiring you before you spoke again. “Are you just going to stand there? Or do you want to get in the car?”

He shook his head at you and got inside, rolling the window up and shutting the divider between the driver and the backseats. “I was heading out to get you, my love.”

You shrug, letting yourself sink into the comfort of his arms. “Do you want me to leave? I can leave you here and let you come pick me up—”

“Don’t you dare leave me.” He locks you in his embrace. “Anywhere we go, you stay with me, remember?”

You hum and peck his jaw. “I know.”

Coriolanus smiles at your action tilting his head to meet your lips. He stared into your eyes, a smile etching its way onto his face. “What if we do something fun?”

“Hm, when?” You ask in between kisses, letting him bring you closer.

“Right now.” He brings a hand up to your cheek, pushing you slightly. “We have time.”

“Do we?” You wrap your arms behind his neck and wrap your finger around his curls, tugging softly. “I think we have twenty minutes.”

“Perfect.” He grinned, holding you close as you both fell on top of the backseat, an airy laugh coming from you. “Just enough time.”

The car ride was filled with Coriolanus’ desire to prove his worth of loving you, despite you not knowing what he had even done earlier that morning. Sadly, both of you did not take into account how short twenty minutes truly were.

“Miss Lovett? We’ve arrived at the Capitol’s Citadel.” Your driver knocked on the divider, shifting the car gear into park.

Coriolanus watched as your eyes widened, chuckling as a planted one last kiss on your lips.

“Thank you! We’ll be out soon!” You quickly reply and push your boyfriend off of you, sifting through the discarded clothes in the small space. “It would be nice if you helped and got dressed, Coryo.”

“Right.” He murmured, squeezing your hips.

Without fail, you both got dressed as swiftly as possible. You rubbed light lipstick stains of Coriolanus while he straightened out your blazer and top, adjusting it just right to cover the newly formed bruises across your collarbone.

After checking each other one last time, Coriolanus stepped out of the vehicle, waving to the cars waiting behind as a way to make peace with them. He set his hand out to guide you onto the concrete, nodding to your driver as you made it.

“Are you sure I look fine?” You ask with worry laced in your tone, looking across the area filled with Academy rouge.

“You look beautiful.” He linked your arms together and lowered his head to yours, kissing the side. “Thank god for your tinted windows, hm?”

“We’re done with this conversation now.” You reach for your necklace, face flushed. He chuckled at you before silence took over, only the shuffles from you and others emerged.

“Clemmie visited me yesterday.” You look up at him, tilting your head.

“She did?” Coriolanus questioned you, glancing over. “How is she?”

“She’s okay… She won’t be participating as a mentor anymore.” You look around before continuing, voice almost in a whisper. “She said Dr. Gaul was trying to kill her.”

“What?” He almost asked in disbelief.

“Coryo, she had scales appearing on her skin.” You shiver as you recall the memory. “It’s awful.”

“I’m sure Dr. Gaul didn’t want to kill her. I think she just wanted to frighten her.”

You look at him, confusion creeping onto your face as you enter the main viewing and seating area. “By letting her creations bite Clemmie? That’s not—“

“That friend of yours, Plinth,” Dean Highbottom interrupts your conversation, causing you both to whip your heads around to him. “You might want to find him a seat near the door.”

Coriolanus gave him a curt nod and led you down the stairs toward where the rest of the Academy mentors were stationed.

“What was that about?” You mutter, body close to his as he has his hand around your waist.

“I don’t know.”

You hum, flickering your eyes to the press and reporters stationed in every corner of the room, not forgetting the cameras that would focus in on Flickerman and the mentors’ reactions.

“Coryo. Y/N.” Sejanus calls out from Coriolanus’ right, making you both head in his direction.

Coriolanus flexes his hand on your waist, “Hey.”

“How’re you doing? You guys alright?” The young Plinth asks politely, squeezing your arm.

“We’re doing better.” You give him a small smile.

“Look over here please.” A photographer held his camera in front of the three of you, chasing your conversation to be cut off once more.

Coriolanus tightens his hold on your waist as you lean into him with one arm wrapped around his torso whilst the other includes Sejanus. The blond let a small smirk come across his face, you let a camera smile take over, and Sejanus kept a neutral face, capturing the essence of different Capitol students.

After the flashing of the camera, the photographer left, your smile fading and Coriolanus’ smirk dropping.

“Alright, later.” Sejanus nods a bye to the both of you, heading to his designated station.

“I’ll catch up with you later, okay?” Coriolanus tilted his head down to yours as the music announcing the start of the live stream began.

“M’kay.” You push on your tippy toes and peck his lips. “Love you, good luck.”

“I love you more.” He placed a chaste kiss to your lips then your temple.

Lucretius Flickerman began directing everyone on how they should behave, scolding Festus for not already being in his seat. Your leg bounced up and down as Flickerman continued his spiel, eyeing the screen with the bright letters reading THE HUNGER GAMES.

The livestream started and eyes immediately found Dill who was with Wovey and Lucy Gray, each being escorted by Peacekeepers. Your heart started to beat faster as her Peacekeeper pushed her with his rifle, shoving her over to her marker.

“Stay with Reaper.” You mumble as the camera view switches to the other tributes, clutching your silver rose in your hand.

The view then pans over to a District Three tribute, zooming in on her coughing, panicked state. She seemed to be staring at something in the arena that put her in such distress.

Finally, the camera finally shifts to what the girl is staring at making you silently gasp. The District Two tribute — Marcus — was tied up against two fallen concrete poles, the sight staying on the screen far longer than anyone would have liked.

“Oo, Marcus.” Flickerman looked back into the camera stationed inside the Citadel. “Guess we can all sleep better now knowing that he’s off the streets.”

You flinched when Sejanus stood and threw his desk across the front, screaming toward everyone watching the live and those inside the building.

“You’re monsters! All of you!” He yells as his eyes become glassy. Sejanus storms out of the room, your eyes following him in sorrow. You knew that Sejanus was friends with Marcus, so the heartache was just worse.

The host starts his countdown, his voice echoing throughout the room.

“Stay put.” You whisper as the horn blares, watching as the camera angles switch every few seconds. You blow out a breath when Reaper comes over to protect Dill, shutting your eyes knowing she is safe.

The bloodbath left 13 tributes left, Dill and Lucy Gray remaining. Truly you wanted Dill to get out alive, but how could she if Reaper was helping?

Would there always be one winner?

“Can I leave?” You ask Dean Highbottom as he walks behind you, fidgeting with the buttons on your desk. “I’ll be right back.”

“No one is stopping you, Miss Lovett.” He gestures.

You nod, standing and making your way over to Coriolanus. You run your hand from one of his shoulders to the other, bending down to his ear. “I’ll be back, Coryo. I’m starving.”

His eyes never leave the screen as he takes your hand, kissing the back of it. “Bring me something, yeah?”

“Sure.” You frown, hoping he would have gotten up to at least stretch.

You left the room and you headed to the dining area right outside, scanning the different food options for the day. Taking into account that you would most likely be staying inside the Citadel for much longer, you opted for the filling foods — also known as pasta.

“Y/N.” Sejanus finds you, a surprised look appearing on his face for a split second. “What are you doing here?”

“Getting food.” You say although it sounded more like a question. “What are you doing here?”

“I didn’t want to head home. I feel like it would be worse to deal with everything.” He crosses his arms, following you to a table. “Anything else happened while I left?”

You shake your head, taking a sip from your water. “Just the same things. I’m not sure anything else would surprise you too much with what happened.”

Sejanus hums, sinking down into his chair. “Are you… Are you really okay with the games happening? I mean, I know it can’t be easy watching all those deaths happen.”

Looking around the dining area before responding, you lower your voice. “I despise the games, Sej. Everything I said to Dr. Gaul was all for show, but I don’t have any power here. I’m just a woman in the Capitol. The only ones with power are those higher up.”

“I’m not asking you to stop the games right now. But would you join a rebellion against the Capitol, defending those living in the Districts?”

You search his eyes, “I don’t know. I don’t want to cause another war. You know how bad it was…”

“I know, I know. But imagine if we won? The games would be over and no child would ever have to go through this. Not a Capitol student nor a District child.” He sat up straighter and clasped his hands together, looking at you with seriousness. “Just— I can’t go through another game, flower. You know it best.”

“I know.” You look down, playing with your food. Suddenly, you had lost your appetite. “What would the plan exactly be, Sej? You can’t just go through with this with no plan.”

The smallest smile stretches across his face, “I can’t tell you. Only if you agree to help take down the games and such.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, “Sejanus, this is a dangerous game you’re playing.”

“It only takes one action to change something, Y/N.” He sighs.

You let silence take over, glancing around the dining area and meeting Dr. Gaul’s piercing eyes, staring dead straight at you. She gave you her signature sinister grin, nodding at you in acknowledgment. You give her a wry smile, tilting your head back down to the table.

“I have to go.” You mutter, pushing yourself out of the seat, and rush back to the viewing room — not before grabbing Coriolanus’ favorite snack.

As night fell over Panem, almost everyone left the Capitol’s Citadel. The only ones left were you and Coriolanus. You fell asleep at your station waiting for Coriolanhs while he fell asleep waiting for something to happen inside the arena. All the lights were shut down and the bright screen at the very front changed from its original design to the game footage again, Dr. Gaul took quick steps over to where Coriolanus was sleeping.

“Mr. Snow.” Dr Gaul stood before the male, Coriolanus immediately waking up from his seat.

He looked at her stone face, creasing his brows. “What happened? Is it Lucy Gray?”

“Unless you can put a leash on your deluded classmate, she might as well be dead as far as you’re concerned.” She leaned against his computer and shifted so he could see the screen encasing Sejanus inside the arena.

“Sejanus?” He whispers out.

“Bread crumbs.” She scoffed at the District-made Capitol boy. “I believe sustenance for a fallen comrade on his final journey. A District Two superstition.” She held the computer screen again and faced Coriolanus. “I’ll work on finding the Peacekeeper he bribed to get him in, and cut out their tongue. In the meantime, I need someone to get him out right now.”

Coriolanus averts his gaze to his left, “You should send Peacekeepers in.”

“Only to have him bolt and hide like a rabbit? Felix Ravinstill is fighting for his life in the hospital, Mr. Snow.” Dr. Gaul catches his look toward your sleeping figure. “I will not have these rebels make a further mockery of my Games. Anyone sees us lose control of this arena, it might as well be sounding a horn to the districts to revolt.” She spits out. “You choose to be friends with this radical. You want him to end the Games tonight?”

“It’ll look a lot worse if the tributes kill two of us.” He spoke with confidence, not wanting to enter the area.

“Would you rather have your flower get him instead Or rather the both of you? It seems as if Sejanus cares an awful lot more about her than you. They did have a good chat in the dining room while you stayed here to watch the games.” She says as a twinge of jealousy and fury passes through Coriolanus’ features.

She hums at him, “Who knows? If you get him out unscathed, I’ll whisper your name in his father’s ear. You still want that Plinth Prize, don’t you? I’ll freeze the feed for an hour. I estimate that’s all we have until the people notice.”

Dr. Gaul gave him one last look before leaving the vicinity to freeze the video. Coriolanus waited until she left to go to you, softly shaking you awake.

“Beautiful?”

You hum, still half-asleep.

“You need to get up and go home, my love.” Coriolanus took your face in his hands and rubbed your cheek, needing you to wake up.

“Why?” You mumbled. “I’ll be fine here.”

“No, you’ll be here alone. I don’t want you to be.” He kissed your head. “Come on.”

“Why won’t you stay?”

“I have to get Sejanus out of the arena.” He muttered, making your eyes go wide.

You look over at the screen, watching Sejanus kneel by his fallen friend. “Why is he in there?”

“It doesn’t matter, but he’ll die if I don’t get him out,” Coriolanus spoke with a strict voice, sending an odd feeling to your stomach. “I need you to go home, beautiful.”

“No! I won’t let you go in there, Coryo.” You stand now, grabbing his arm like he would leave any second. “Why can’t someone else do it?”

“Dr. Gaul—“

You roll your eyes, “Are you seriously going in there just because she told you to?”

“She threatened to send you in there.” He whisper-shouted at you, almost as if there were people around to watch. “Now listen and go home, Y/N.”

You crease your brows and scoff, pushing away from him as you leave the Citadel. Coriolanus shook his head at you, but left, heading toward the arena to get Sejanus out.

But of course, you were stubborn enough to not listen and follow him closely to the arena. The Peacekeepers wouldn’t let you go inside, but they did let you wait until they came out.

“Open the gate! Open the gate!”

You heard Coriolanus’ scream from inside the arena, making you whip your head toward the Peacekeepers. He ran faster at your figure being present, quickly engulfing your body as he made it out of the arena, protecting you. Coral’s pitchfork hit the metal bars, making the both of you flinch at the noise.

“Coriolanus!” You grab his face in your hands, scanning his features. “Are you okay? I didn’t—”

“What are you doing here?” He spoke through his teeth, taking in sharp breaths. “I told you to go home.”

“I couldn’t just leave you, Coryo.” You frown, your eyes are glassy at the way he breathed heavily and his dirtied figure. “Everywhere we go, I stay with you.”

“You are horribly headstrong, my love.” He leaned his forehead on yours, shutting his eyes.

“Watch those screens, gorgeous,” Coral says as she bangs the pitchfork on the gates. “ ‘Cause I may have missed you tonight, but your songbird’s next on my list.”

She left as you stood holding your boyfriend’s face, still searching him for any injuries.

“Where did you get hurt?” You murmur as he winces at the sudden pain he received after the rush disappeared. He reached for his back, pressing on the wound he obtained from inside. You take his hand and remove it from damaging the wound any further.

“I’m… I’m sorry. Coryo, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” Sejanus repeated from his knelt position. “For all of it…”

You give him a sad look, running your hand up and down Coriolanus’ arm. “It’s not your fault, Sejanus.”

“It’s all my fault.” He shook his head. “I’m so sorry.” The sound of car doors opening catches your attention, Strabo Plinth and his wife stepping out. “My father… Let the buying begin.”

Sejanus’ mother rushed over to him, bringing him into an embrace as they exchanged words. Strabo Plinth nodded in your and Coriolanus’ direction before Peacekeepers grabbed the both of you.

Dr. Gaul had a car waiting for him at the front of the arena, sending him over to the laboratory. Coriolanus made sure you tagged along for two reasons.

One, he had to make sure you were safe now that it was really late. Two, he was far more distraught that he murdered a tribute, needing your around for comfort.

You held Coriolanus’ jacket as he held your free hand, rubbing circles to calm himself as you entered the Gamemaker’s building.

“Snow stormed down. Down in his head. It stormed down on his head. And now the boy is dead.” Dr. Gaul spoke from her desk, hands put together as she spotted the two of you. She chuckled, “You’ve had enough of the games tonight, I see. Come sit, I’ll stitch you up.”

“You should go home now.” Coriolanus turned to you, taking his jacket from your arm.

“No.” You insist, standing your ground. “I can’t. Not after what happened inside—“

“Beautiful, go home. Don’t worry about me.” He stroked your cheek, his eyes glassy this time. “Promise me you’ll go home?”

“You are insufferable, Coriolanus.” You wipe a tear from his face. “I promise.”

“Take the car.” He presses a quick yet tender kiss to your lips. “I love you.”

You nod, “Love you too.”

For now, you left with Coriolanus’ love and worry for him while Coriolanus stayed with a more ruined conscience and the thought of keeping you safe.

With every thought consuming both of your minds, neither of you would know how much shit was about to go down and how much it would affect your lives.

All because of a deal.

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[darkeralmond]

Can you do a william Smith smut when they get home from his draft. Pls I haven't seen any writing pieces for him and he's so cute.

Ps. I love your writing pieces

THANK U SM FOR THE REQUEST ILYSM ❤️❤️❤️

All Night

Will Smith x fem! Reader

synopsis: it’s draft night and you attend the draft with will and his family, but while there will’s drooling over your body. when he gets drafted, you tell him you have a reward for him in your guys’ hotel room

warnings: 18+, smut, swearing, oral (m! recieving)

word count: 1.2k

a/n: HEY GUYS!! i wanna get back to writing smuts and imagines so i saw one of my old requests and thought i would write it. also i am so excited to see macklin and will play tg!! enjoy i love u guys sm ❤️❤️

It was the night Will had been waiting for his entire hockey career. It was NHL draft night, and he was determined to go in the first round. As his long time girlfriend, he really wanted to take you to Nashville with him and his family to cherish the moment with you.

While entering Bridgestone Arena, there were media teams all over the place capturing all the young prospects. Players such as Connor Bedard, Adam Fantilli, and Oliver Moore who were just as glorified by the press as your boyfriend.

Photographers were snapping pictures of Will, ESPN commentators were interviewing him, and all you could do was step back and watch like an outsider.

After escaping the media frenzy by entering Bridgestone, he pulled you close to him and whispered, “You doing good?”

“Yeah, it’s just really crowded,” you answered. Fancy events made you anxious, so being at a nationally televised event with your super popular boyfriend was super overwhelming.

“Well, you look beautiful,” he teased before kissing your temple. His grip around you grew tighter as he stared at your chest which was slightly exposed with your v-neck dress, causing him to lick his lips. He then turned to his parents and said, “Hey, I’m gonna take Y/N the bathrooms so she doesn’t get lost. We’ll meet you guys in there.”

“Sounds good, just be at the table by 5:30,” his mom advised before heading down to their reserved spots. Will moved his hand from your waist to your hand before guiding you away from the crowd of people.

“Will, what are you doing?” you asked as he pushed through the crowd to a more secluded area. He spun to face you before kissing you deeply. You returned the action by moving your hands up to the sides of his neck. He ran his hands down your back and groped your ass.

You gasped before pulling away. “Will! Not here!” You meant for it to come out as stern, but you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Fuck. Why did you wear such a revealing dress?” he whined as he stared at your chest. “You know I can barely control myself around you. This is torture!”

You pecked a kiss on his cheek before saying, “You’ll have all this to yourself when we get back to the hotel. Remember, your parents got us our own room.”

He groaned again. “That’s hours from now!”

“Looks like you’ll just have to wait,” you teased as you winked at him. “Now come on, your mom will kill you if you’re late.”

The draft started shortly after that, and you held onto his hand as you and everyone else anxiously waited for his name to be called. Will ended up getting drafted to the San Jose sharks as the 4th overall pick, and he was over the moon. When they announced his name, the cameras panned onto him as everyone erupted into applause and cheers. Will let go of your hand as he and everyone at the table stood up, clapping and embracing him.

Will finally got to you as he grinned from ear to war and pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face in your neck. Your eyes rimmed with tears as the two of you held onto each other. You placed a kiss on his cheek and whispered into his ear, “Looks like I need to award you with a blow job in the hotel room.”

Now he was smiling even harder with his face red as he walked up to the stage to accept his hat and jersey. When he came back to his seat, he leaned into your ear and whispered, “Thank God they couldn’t see how hard I am just now.”

…

The first round of the draft took hours to complete due to the amount of prospects, so when it concluded his parents complained about how exhausted they were. Not you and Will though. You guys would’ve gone straight to sleep when you got to your room, but you both were really horny and ready to celebrate.

When you made it back to the hotel, his dad gave Will a keycard to the room. “Here’s a keycard for you guys to share. Your mom and I are gonna keep this one to check in on you so don’t be getting into trouble. I’ll see you two in the morning,” his dad said before heading down the hall to the hotel room for him and his mom.

“Good night!” Will yelled out to his parents before looking down at me, holding up his key card. “Looks I have you for the night.”

You ushered him by saying, “Hurry up! I’ve been waiting for this all night!” He scanned the card and the door unlocked.

Before you even made it in the room, his hands were all over you. His lips were all over yours, and he was kissing you like your life depended on it. You could barely even breathe as his tongue brushed across your lower lip before he opened his mouth and licked your top lip with fervor.

You broke the kiss so you could breathe. “I need this off you now,” you said as you unbuttoned his jacket and shirt and he shrugged them both off, letting it fall to the floor. “You ready for your celebration?”

He ecstatically nodded his head causing you to grin as you tugged off his pants. His boxers were black, very tight and covered in little white hearts. In your opinion his boxers had every right to be tight, he knew what was coming.

With his boxers gone and his obvious erection, you got down on your knees in front of him and stroked his tip with your tongue.

Will moaned softly causing chills to run down your spine. Your hands traveled up his dick, firmly grasping at the base. You kissed the tip and then slowly lowered your mouth to take half of him in your mouth. Multitasking, your other hand massaged stroked slowly.

He groaned in bliss as his hands held onto your hair. “That feels good, yeah?” you asked after pulling away, continuing to stroke his dick with your hand. He moaned again, louder than before, as confirmation. Your stomach flipped in excitement and you smiled wickedly.

“You look so fucking beautiful, baby,” he praised. You didn’t respond with words, you only let out a soft hum in amusement as you took his dick in your mouth again.

He thrashed his hips forward in order to go deeper down your throat. This caused you to slightly choke as a mix of saliva and his pre-cum escaped your mouth. “God, I wanna be inside you…” he whispered quietly.

You pulled away again and made eye contact with him, still jacking him off. “Oh, sweetheart,” you purred. “This is only the beginning.”

As he grew closer to finishing, your head bobbed up and down fast as your sucking became harder. He kept moaning your name louder and louder like an addiction that no drug could replace.

It only took him a minute to finish before he shot a load in your mouth. When you swallowed it, he groaned. “Wow… wow, that was amazing,” he rasped breathlessly.

“You still have my body to get through, you know?” you replied as you wiped the residue off your face with the back of your hand. “You said you wanted to be inside me, right?”

[doyozen]

hiya! can I req fashion designing student!reader w idol!haech? like the reader is designing a shirt or wtv as a present for his birthday. just wholesome fluff <3 love ya.

HI ANON THANK U FOR UR REQUEST<33 sorry this took so long, i wanted to make sure it was as well thought out as possible. i hope u enjoy mwah ily

idol!haechan x gn!reader

warnings cursing & just fluff

“so, whatcha getting me for my birthday?” haechan teases, plopping down next to you after you sat down yourself, taking a short break from fitting the dreamies to a bunch of stage outfits.

you still had no clue how you got as lucky as to end up being a stylist for the famous kpop company, sm, just a few years into fashion school where you’d dedicated your life to designing.

it became your passion the second you were old enough to put your own outfits together, and you made it a goal of yours to eventually have your own clothing line. you were far from that, however, but your job now was a huge step.

you shrugged, pretending as if you had no clue what you were going to get haechan for his birthday when in fact you knew exactly what. “nothing, maybe.”

he gasped playfully. “nothing?! i got you a cute bracelet for yours!”

you smiled at the memory, how the boy actually went iut of his way to buy you an expensive piece of jewelry for your birthday a couple months ago. sure, he got all the staff little things for their birthdays but jeno was confident in the fact that haechans to you was completely from his heart.

right, and after spending enough time with nct dream, you kinda sorta found yourself falling for lee haechan.

haechan gasps in disbelief, not taking the disrespect from his groupmate. “i’m sorry, i don’t recall them calling you their favorite member?”

your laughter dies down and you look at him in confusion. “don’t lie to these people.”

your laughter dies down and you look at him in confusion. “don’t lie to these people.”

“of all people, y/n, and haechan’s your favorite…” another staff member clicked her tongue, “i’m disappointed.”

you laughed again, even though haechan calling himself your favorite member was pulled straight out of his ass and you never actually said so, his reaction to being ganged up on was still hilarious.

it was finally time to go after a long day, and haechan insisted on walking you through the building even though he had to go in the entire other direction. “are you gonna do anything for your birthday?”

the other shrugged, “i don’t know, i’m hoping the 127 hyungs have something planned for me. otherwise, i’ll be making my way over to your place.”

your heart skipped a beat at the suggestion but you truly couldn’t tell if he was serious or not, and you couldn’t tell if he was flirting or if it was just haechan being haechan.

“you’re welcome anytime,” you played along.

“in all seriousness,” he started, “if i do end up doing anything, like a get together or something, i want you there.”

you fought a smile the best you could, and you knew the harder you fell the deeper shit you were in. the two of you stopped at the entrance of the building, where you had to go out alone and you turned to each other.

“are you sure…? like, i’m really just your stylist, you don’t have to—”

“nuh uh, i’m inviting you because i want to. don’t be weird.” he quickly shut you up, not allowing you to make it seem like you hadn’t grown really close in the time you’ve been working there.

because you had no idea why you were still struggling with the fact that before he was an idol, he was a human being and was fully capable of having friends outside his group.

you nodded, feeling slightly stupid. “alright, i’ll be there. i’ll see you tomorrow!”

haechan didn’t get a chance to say it back when you hurried out the doors in hopes of him not noticing your flushed cheeks.

you were worried you were becoming too obvious, as the feelings just got even stronger after you acknowledged them yourself and the gift you had planned for him wasn’t exactly helping your case. you’d begun designing him a shirt, and although it was your passion, you couldn’t help but wonder if it was a little too intimate.

your roommate, your best friend, the only person who knew about your feelings for haechan reassured you it was more than perfect.

“you know what i found out about sm today?” she asked, hardly giving you time to fully shut the door.

you hummed and dropped your bag, slipping your shoes off and hung your jacket. “they allow their idols to date with the exception that it has to be kept a secret, so… you know what i’m thinking.”

you didn’t even have to look her way to know that there was a smirk plastered along her lips. “no way?! that’s so great for them!” you beamed sarcastically.

her face dropped as she glared and you made your way to your room to finish up haechans gift. “do you realize you could literally be dating an idol? the worst that could happen is he says ‘sorry, i don’t feel the same way,’ and you forget about it and move on.”

you look at her in disbelief as she speaks about you getting rejected as if its no big deal. “you’re unbelievable.”

“i have literally never seen you so strung up on someone this much before,” she argues, “if you don’t confess soon, i’m gonna be more heartbroken than you.”

her voice gets quieter with each step closer away from her. “you’ll survive! i’d rather not risk our friendship!” you shout back.

“you’re designing clothes for him! you won’t even do that for me!”

it’s true. you were using up your remaining fabric for him to make him a shirt. he’d jokingly said previously how much he’d love it if you designed something strictly for him, something only he would have and after giving it some thought, you decided that it actually wasn’t a bad idea.

your hands worked the embroidery machine all the way until the very last stitch and you pulled back, examining your work and nodded in satisfaction. you pulled out your phone from your pocket after you felt it vibrate a few times.

haechan: the members are pretending to not remember my bday send help

such an old stupid prank

but what if they really dont have anything planned for me💔💔

you: youll live

haechan: I WONT LIVEEE Y/N IM GONNA DIE

lee donghyuck 2000-2022 cause of death: lack of attention from y/n

my bday is literally tmr dont do this to me😡

you: wait ur bdays tmr??

haechan: STOPPPP

Omg

do i have to get you fired

you: SHUT IP WHAT THE DHELL

haechan: HAAHAHAHAH

im so funny

thats what u get

you: im keeping your gift

haechan: NO

you wouldn’t dare

you: wanna bet

haechan: no i do not wanna bet

i want my gift fucker

<3 give it to me now

you: tomorrow

haechan: fine

call me

back at the dorms

johnny wants to say hi

the casualty of him telling you to call him was simply because it became a routine between the two of you. you facetimed often and sometimes fell asleep on the phone together… you were in way too deep.

the phone hardly finished ringing on the other end and soon a barefaced haechan was displayed on your screen, while you set the phone up for him to see your face but his birthday gift was out of his view.

“hi,” he grinned.

you laughed at his goofy little smile. “hello. where’s johnny?”

“that was a lie to get you to pick up.”

you furrowed your eyebrows, fighting a snort. “haechan, do you realize that you do not need to bribe me with johnny for me to pick up?”

“i don’t know, i felt the energy shift between us after you mentioned that he’s your bias.” he teases.

he sets down his phone on the desk and sits at his gaming chair, where you get a full view of his upper body and you just gulp, admiring how attractive he looked in casual clothes and messy hair.

“y/n?”

“hm?” you snap back to reality. “oh, yeah no, that was a joke.”

“was it? i saw you drooling over him last week.”

you get ready to snap back at him until you realize that the two boys share a room. “…tell me he’s not there with you right now.”

he laughs, “he’s not, look,” and pans the camera around his room to reveal he’s completely alone.

“good,” you nod, taking the risky decisions to play along to his little tactics, “because he is so hot, seriously. duh i was drooling over him, he was shirtless on that stage.”

the boys face drops and his brows scrunch together, and you do everything in your power not to let a grin form. he stares at you until you have to break the silence. "why're you looking at me like that?"

"i... can't believe you just said that about johnny."

"i mean, am i wrong? is he not so, extremely, hot—"

the boy interrupts you by shushing you, and you fail to hold in your laughter. you explode in fits of giggles while haechan still tries to process what he was hearing.

"it's not funny," he pouts, "i thought you were joking..."

"what's wrong? you don't want me to think that johnny's attractive?" you tease, expecting haechan to play along.

"no."

the straight forward answer takes you by surprise and you have to stop what you're doing. his playful facial expression had disappeared and he had his arms crossed, leaned back in his chair and raised eyebrows as if he was testing you.

you were practically sweating under his gaze, even though it was through a phone screen, and you opened your mouth to speak. your door being swung open made you unable to get anything out.

"do you want—oh, hi haechan! do you want pizza for dinner, y/n?"

"can i have some?" the other asks.

"yeah, pizzas fine," you respond quickly, praying your roommate hadn't heard anything from your conversation. she'd never live it down if she heard what haechan just said to you.

she nods and leaves the room, the tension growing thick once the door was closed, and you had no idea what to say. "did you see the dream show performance?" he asked suddenly, as if the previous conversation didn't just happen.

"uh, yeah," you nod and go back to embroidering his shirt.

"i really wanna do a more mature concept with the dreamies," he added, "like how we did at the show, but with an actual comeback."

"you guys would kill that," you assured.

the other hummed and grabbed his headset, putting it over his ears and the light of his monitor flashed on his face, you figured he was getting ready to play a game. "oh, want me to hang up, so you can play?"

he looks at you as if you just told him the world was ending. "of course not... weirdo."

you went the rest the call mostly in silence, but haechan insisted on staying on the phone with you, so you just enjoyed each others presence. that is if you don’t count the loud thoughts clouding your mind, wondering if his gestures were truly platonic.

the next day you were awaken with another call from haechan, watching him excitedly get ready and beam about it being his birthday.

“happy birthday, old man,” you managed to groan out, as you’d still were trying to fully wake up.

“wow, how kind of you,” he sarcastically remarks, “but thank you anyways. i’m gonna talk to my manager about letting you and some other staff come to the dorms to celebrate with me and the guys.”

you nod and the thought of being at his dorm made you anxious. in the time you’d known him, your relationship was strictly professional (with the exception of facetime calls) and you’d never even been close to his dorm room, and he’s only seen your apartment from his phone screen. you were a little doubtful that he would be able to pull it off, but still tried to stay optimistic about it.

the call was cut off as you got into your car to drive to the company, where you instantly saw a poster for haechans birthday plastered on the doors, as they did for all their idols birthday. you stopped to take a picture just incase he missed it.

“good morning,” you greeted as you stepped into the dressing room, where some dreamies sat, getting fitted by some other stylists. you scanned the room for a sight of haechan but he was nowhere to be found.

“good morning!” jisung greeted, turning his phone in your direction, “i wanna post this on bubble for hyungs birthday, is it good? will he kill me for it being too ugly?”

the picture in question was far from ugly, or maybe you could never even find haechan ugly even if you wanted to. “it’s ugly, you should post it.”

jisung looked at you from his chair and grinned, nodding with satisfaction. “i knew i could count on you.”

“speaking of the devil,” another member joined, and everyone turned their heads in the direction of the doorway, where the birthday boy had just entered.

despite the constant teasing thrown his way, the entire room made it a goal to be as loud as possible, shouting 'happy birthday's his way and you could see a clear attempt to hide his genuine excitement with a cocky smirk.

"oh my gosh, my fans are so kind, thank you," he boasts, faking a sob and wiped a tear that wasn't there. he briefly greeted and thanked everyone until his eyes landed on yours, and it felt like he'd been waiting all day to lock eyes with you.

you grinned, "happy birthday."

"where's my gift?" he ignores, and you fully expected that from him.

you gather—not his gift—but your tools to fit the members to certain pieces. "you can get it later."

he scrunches his nose, a gesture you found insanely cute, but doesn't protest, and moments later his eyes widen in realization. "oh! also, i did talk to my manager about the thing i mentioned last night, and it's a yes."

"you serious?" you asked in disbelief.

he hummed confidently. so you stand corrected. "it'll be you, some other noonas, the dream members, and only some 127 hyungs because apparently some have work, or whatever. not sure what could possibly be more important than haechan day."

you snort, "yeah, for sure."

for the rest of your work day, you could visibly see the excitement on haechans face as he awaited to get finished with schedules and get to his little get together.

the second it's over you force yourself to miss haechans goodbye and run back to your apartment, grabbing his gift and back to the company where their manager would escort you and a few other staff members back to the dorm.

your heart was beating faster than usual as you awaited for the door to open, and seconds later, mark was swinging the door open.

there was little decoration, besides one little sign that said 'happy birthday' and music playing loud enough to where only anyone inside would hear. it was calm, just what haechan wanted.

the birthday boy was occupied with conversation and there was a table with a few presents on it, and you debated on if you wanted to give yours to him personally or not.

there wasn’t much time to think about it because jeno had approached you. “is that his gift?”

you hummed. “what is it?”

the boy notices your hesitant expression. “i won’t tell him, just tell me. or… if you want me to tell him, i gladly will—”

“no, do not tell him,” you quickly interrupt, “it’s a shirt that i designed for him. i just don’t know if i want to put it on the table with everyone else’s, or give it to him myself.”

“give it to him yourself,” jeno decides almost immediately, and you could tell he was desperately trying to play cupid, but his quick response seemed a little too… genuine. “i know haechan, i know he’d want you to. yours is really like, personal, right?”

you nod, knowing you couldn’t deny the truth that was standing right in front of you. “then do that, and maybe confess while you’re at it.” he suggests, whispering the last part of his sentence.

you roll your eyes playfully, as much as you trusted jeno, you seriously couldn’t allow yourself to put yours and haechans relationship at risk. you were too scared it’d become awkward after you got rejected.

jeno gives you a look that says “don’t disappoint me” before walking away, and you silently and mentally apologize to him because you were definitely going to disappoint him.

you stand there alone for a second until haechan finally finds you in the small crowd, his face lighting up at the sight of you and you watch as he comes your way. “you came!”

your body freezes when he throws his arms around you, you don’t think he’d ever hugged you so eagerly, or even, ever. it takes you a moment to process what was happening but you soon wrap your own arms around his torso.

“what’s this?” he asks once he pulls away.

“your gift, duh.”

he gasps as if he didn’t already know you’d be bringing his gift. “can i open it now?”

“if you want—” you don’t have time to finish your sentence when haechan grabs a hold of your wrist and pulls you away from the party, where neither of you could be seen.

“okay, it’s not like there’s a gift table or anything,” you mumble.

“so?” he questions, hands too focused on ripping his gift open.

you shrug even though he wasn’t looking and don’t say anything else, watching him drop the box that contained the main gift on the floor and unfold the shirt you spent weeks on. your eyes instantly move to his face, carefully awaiting his reaction.

to say he didn’t disappoint was an understatement. his mouth dropped open and he looked completely speechless, you honestly thought he may have been a bit too dramatic but you appreciated the efforts.

“y/n…” he sighs, “i cannot believe you actually did this.”

“i mean, it was your idea.”

“i was totally joking but holy shit, i’ve never been so grateful that someone took my words to heart.”

you laugh and watch as haechan grazed his fingers over his initials that you stitched in, along with his birth year with a marble-like design into it. you were quite impressed with yourself.

he seemed to be, too. “how the hell did you make fabric look like marble… y/n…”

his tone made it sound like he was scolding you and you couldn’t help another chuckle fall past your lips. he finally looks from his shirt and to you. “thank you. like seriously thank you, this is incredible.”

your heart flutters at the way his usual sarcastic self had disappeared, and he looked entirely genuine and thankful. with his eyes staring so deeply into yours, all you can do is nod and pray he didn’t hear how fast your heart was beating.

“can i tell you something?” he asked suddenly.

you nod, and he continues. “when i got you that bracelet, i told the jewelry store that it was for my significant other.”

it takes a moment for you to process and you can only furrow your eyebrows. “it’s weird, i know, i just wanted to pretend that you were mine? i guess? i have no idea, i don’t know why i told you that, i’m sorry—”

“haechan… what exactly are you trying to say right now?” you asked, hoping the assumptions you were creating in your head were right.

he looks at you and you can see his adams apple bop as he gulps nervously. “i don’t really know how else to say this but, i like you. i really like you. i truly don’t know what’s making me say this right now, i guess i have hope that you feel the same way, considering this very thought out gift. i mean you got jisung a gift card for his birthday…”

you laugh at both the memory and the way he was able to connect the dots with such ease. you nod with a breath of relief. “i do feel the same way, fuck, i can’t believe you like me.”

he looks at you in utter disbelief, “why’d you say it like that? you’re literally out of my league, y/n.”

then it was your turn to look at him in disbelief. “…you did not just say that.”

“you really have no idea how great you are,” he sighs, “i’m in my corny era, but, i’m so happy you feel the same.”

you pretend to cringe. “so cheesy. but same.”

“do we kiss now?”

your eyes widen and nearly pop out of your head, but haechan laughs and you realize it was one of his tactics to get a reaction out of you. however, the sound of kissing him sounded more than delightful.

you hit his arm and he throws his hands up in defense. “i’m sorry. what i meant to say was, can i kiss you?”

all and any annoyance leaves your body and you’re left with yet another pounding heart due to his gestures. you’ll never understand how easily effected you are just by his existence.

“yeah, you can kiss me,” you nod, and despite the nerves bubbling in each of your stomachs, he places a gentle hand on your cheek and leans in.

his lips find yours and your eyes flutter shut to enjoy the moment, the moment that you were positive would never happen, but there you were, locking lips with none other than lee haechan.

the kiss is short and sweet but still satisfactory, and the two of you are pulling away before you got carried away. at that point you’d been away from the party for quite some time.

“what does this make us?” you asked, unable to contain your curiosity.

“nothing, not until i take you on a couple dates first,” he reassures, “i wanna do it the traditional way.”

you laugh, “wow, i didn’t know you were such a hopeless romantic.”

“oh, you have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into. i’m about to become ten times more annoying.” he slings his arm around your shoulder and pulls you in as close as possible, and you swear you’re dreaming.

“two can play that game.”

“i’m crazy about you.” he swoons.

you squint your eyes together, “back to the party, old man.”

[so-much-for-stardust6]

Guitar Solo- John Frusciante

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summary: you’re john’s wife and the peppers invite you to do a guitar solo on stage with them.

lowercase intended & not proof read

warnings: none

a/n: this was requested by @leongoretzkasolar thank you sm for requesting 🙏 i’m sorry it’s a bit short but i hope u like it :) and whenever i think of john solo’s i think of scar tissue slane castle, it’s such a good solo.

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i sat in my dressing room fixing up my hair. i was a bit nervous honestly, even thought i’ve been on stage many times. it’s just this time i’ll be on stage with my husband’s band, red hot chili peppers. my wonderful husband, john, has invited me on stage to collab with them for a song. i took a deep breath and just thought of good things. i heard a little knock at the door causing me to jump a bit at the sound.

“come in!”

i watch in the mirror as the door opens and my husband’s head peeks through.

“hey hon.” he smiled.

“hey..” i smile.

“you okay? you seem quiet, the guys are asking for you.” he fully comes in and closes the door, making his way towards me.

“yeah yeah, i-i’m just a bit nervous.” i chuckle a bit.

“why? you’re a musician, you’ve been on stage so many times before.” he walked up behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders.

“i know i know, i think it’s cause it’s you guys. the peppers are insanely popular so it’s just way more people than i’m used to.”

john nodded, understanding what i’m saying. he began to message my shoulder to try and relax me, something he always does when i’m stressed.

“that’s exactly how i felt back when blood sugar got big. i was used to us playing small shows, nothing as crazy as what we did after. just don’t focus on the quantity of the crowd, hon.”

i replay his words in my mind and dissect them. i let out a breath of relief and nodded, gulping nervously.

“yeah, okay.”

“you ready? we’re on soon.”

“yeah.” i smile brightly.

i looked at him through the mirror, his face brightened with his beautiful smile.

“i love you.”

“i love you too, john.”

he kisses the top of my head and backs away from my chair to allow me to get up. we exit the room and go towards the side of the stage to meet up with the guys. they do their pre show stuff before their intro music plays. my heart rate increases as the ending of the intro nears. i wasn’t immediately going on but i couldn’t help but be nervous.

“you’re going to do great.” john tells me, grabbing my hands.

i nod and weakly smile, bringing his hands up to my lips to kiss them. he smiles at me and presses a kiss to my cheek. the guys expect anthony all piled onto the stage and waved to the crowd.

“don’t be nervous, y/n. you’re the baddest motherfucker i know, you’re gonna kill it out there.” he patted my back.

“thanks tony.”

“no problem.”

we watched as the guy did their intro jam before it was time for tony to join them on stage to play dani california.

i stood there and watched their set, hearing them play soul to squeeze and suck my kiss was the best. my guitar tech finally gave me my guitar which meant it was time to go on. we all agreed for me to do a solo with john on scar tissue, one of my favorite songs. i looked at the setlist and saw it was next after tippa my tongue. i took a deep breath as the song ended. i looked at john for the cue as i was the one to start the song. i saw his finger move towards me and i instantly started playing. i felt incredibly nervous walking out onto stage, heating the loud cheers from the fans causing my adrenaline to race. tony started singing as i stopped playing, john taking over. i stood next to him and counted the beats to make sure when i come in. i listen to john sing the backing vocals and my heart warms up. it was time for the first solo to come up and i was gonna play it. i thought of john’s words and exhaled before playing the solo. (just imagine john’s scar tissue solo from slane castle)

i had my eyes closed as i played, my fingers moving on their own practically. i hear john lightly play his part as i play my solo. i finish up my solo and let john take over, my eyes slowly opening. i look behind me and see chad smiling brightly at me, giving a nod. i smile back and watch john play. it was now john’s turn to play his solo and he absolutely kills it like always. john has always inspired me, even before we got married, and never fails to surprise me when he plays. his musical mind is interesting and i’m glad he lets me know it. once the song finished, tony spoke on the mic.

“everyone give it up for the talented y/n frusciante!!” he points over to me.

flea screams into the mic which causes me to laugh. i wave at the crowd and blow air kisses to them, something i’ve always done.

“i told you you’re gonna do great.” john tells me.

“i love you!” i say back.

he smiles at me before bringing me in for a kiss. john is never one for pda or paparazzi but i guess he felt different this time. i kiss back and smile into it as i hear the crowd go crazy. i pull away and wink at him before leaving stage. i hand my guitar over to my guy and everyone congratulated me on my solo, saying i did awesome. i stayed backstage to wait for john when the show ended. give it away eventually comes on and i watch the crowd go crazy. everyone in the pit bouncing up and down, screaming along to the lyrics. i smile at the sight. they finish the song and they all say their goodbyes, chad throwing his sticks to the crowd. john gives his guitar to his tech guy before coming straight to me. he brings me into a tight hug.

“you did so great, baby.” i whisper to him.

“not as great as you.” he chuckles, pulling away from me.

“you’re THE john frusciante.”

“but you’re a frusciante too.” he grabs my hand and shows me my wedding ring.

i laugh cause it’s technically the truth.

“great job out there y/n!” flea says to me.

“thanks man.”

“i think all frusciantes are just naturally talented.”

“i guess so.” john says as he wraps his arm around my waist.

[redactedparx]

so… guys… i was almost barricade at last night(boston)‘s show and

dear god

j everything b also there was this one bit where someone was trying to pass him a bracelet thru the crowd and their friends were pointing to them and awsten totally called them out and started teasing them like

and then they dropped it and he was like “you really want to give that to me? after it’s been on the dirty beer ground? you really think i want that?” and i just ab died

he was so mean teasing humiliating them i need him to mean dom me so bad

‘you really think you deserve my cock baby? why don’t you prove it’ i alr p much lost my voice from screaming last night it wouldn’t hurt if he fucked my throat until i couldn’t speak at all.

need him to throw me around while he degrades me

awsten please just one chance pleas

he did a lot of that kind of teasing/lightheartedly insulting some ppl in the crowd. sm had a sign that said ‘bring back felony steve’ and the writing was like thin and awsten was first like ‘what? what does that say?’ and then once the crowd shouted it to him he was like “that’s what it says? you wrote that in fucking mechanical pencil get a thick marker jesus christ” awsten pls make fun of me i’ll come in my pants

also earlier in the show sm next to me had a sign that said ‘#1 GEOFF FAN’ like printed out arial font and huge and he pointed it out and was like ‘geoff! geoff look! ugh he doesn’t pay attention he doesn’t live in the moment always on that fuckin phone’ and i shit you not geoff fucking BLUSHED kms

o also then every one started chanting that geoff was a screenager so real tbh

geoff also got like 3 different points of ppl chanting his name and otto only got one 😶 sorry otto

side note their insta otto’s so in his slut era recently/pos

there was also a point where awsten was making fun of lucas for being shy and there was sm about a bet where awsten and geoff would pay him to do sm and they kept trying to get him to do it and then lucas said ‘geoff isn’t gonna pay me he told me’ and awsten was just like “did you just call geoff a liar??!” and have everyone boo then he was like cheer if i’m a perfect angel precious baby boy who can do no wrong (or sm w that vibe everyone was screaming too loud for me to rly hear) what if i died

him being teasing like that and going back to his like ego thing the whole time he’s so hot i need him to tell me he’s better than me

at some point right after lucas went on stage to test the mic ect before parx came on i think sm behind me was like ‘is it just me or is one of the security guys rly hot’ and i just turned around and went ‘you mean lucas??!!’ i don’t think they were talking about him b that was so funny to me and lucas is soooo hot

someone got a shirt thrown on stage for awsten that said ‘I FUCK FISH’ and he was like “you guys really want me to wear this?! on top of everything??!”(overalls and long sleeve t) and yes he did wear it p much the whole show(GOD he must have been so sweaty after) and then at one point he went onto the drum riser and was like “otto would you rather fuck a swordfish or a flounder?” then pointed the mic at him and otto j giggled and said “i’d rather play fuck about it!” and idk why but that was just so hot to me

o also during loveless’s set julian got rid of a coat(?) or am and threw it side stage and i saw sm catch it and julian was like “thank you so much love you for that” and i SWEAR TO GOD it was otto like it so looked like him i was far away and he was in the dark so i couldn’t 100% see him b i SWEAR i SWEAR it was otto

i don’t have any specific geoff moments i can talk about i think but he was just unfairly gorgeous handsome pretty the whole time i lost my mind.

geoff is the hottest to me b GODDAMN awstens fuckin demeanor Fucked Me Up i can’t stop thinking about it now

-spiral

<3

[astronomicalcandy]

Kimetsu no Yaiba Stage Play Act 4: Entertainment District Infiltration report

10 December 2023, 18:00 show, Tokyo Dome City Hall

Went on a getaway to Japan right after internship ended and watched kny stage play bcus it’s my current fixation (especially Tengen 😭)

The report will mostly be comments on the actors’ singing and acting because I assume everyone has watched entertainment district arc but I’ll just write whatever is fitting with the event

Report with pictures of what I could get (not much) under cut

1. Arrived at Tokyo Dome City Hall from Roppongi after lunch with friend and went to the Tokyo Revengers Last Line exhibition at Roppongi Mori Tower around 4:30 pm bcus the show I bought starts at 6 pm and queue opens at 5. I arrived early to exchange my online ticket with a physical one (this is required and was mentioned early in the website upon purchasing the ticket)

2. Lined up and redeemed my ticket. Went inside to find my area seat written in the ticket (balcony 1, row 7, seat 79) and at this point I was conflicted if I should buy merch first or just wait until the end 😭😭😭😭😭 I‘ve never been to this place before so I went to look for my seat first. They don’t let you in until 15 minutes before show starts so we had to wait at the lobby

3. While waiting for the show to start, I gave out my muscle mice stickers that I just cut and wrote a small message at the back last night to the people that sat beside me. A seat to my left were two lovely couple from Canada. They reached out to me on Instagram a couple of days after the show 💕 and a seat to my right were two friends that went to see the show together. They were lovely as well 💜 I’m so happy that people seem to like the stickers

4. Before the show starts, they let us take pictures but not videos of the stage. It’s super pretty!!!

I love that they decided the ensembles to come out, walk around and interact with each other. Like a real entertainment district

5. The show starts with an opening number from all of the casts. The story starts from when Tengen captured Aoi and another butterfly mansion helper to help him with his mission. That scene was showed through a screen. THEN BAM TENGEN MY BELOVED?!!!??! he’s so… he really is flashy in real life I fr couldn’t take my eyes off him 😭😭😭😭 OK SEE u know Tengen’s headband right? When the spotlight hits, it shines and dazzles a lot I’m so. IDK LIKE IM SPEECHLESS I GUESS never thought it would look that way (ITS PRETY) he also runs with his arms behind he’s so cute 😭💙 stage play Tengen ponytail is longer than manga/anime and that made him look cute too… (u can tell that I just looked at him whenever he’s on stage HAHAAH)

6. Sending off the Kamaboko team to work! Tengen in his yukata… pretty… the wig he wore for both uniform and yukata is really soft??? Like when he runs, his hair bounces ☁️ anyway, Kamaboko team so funny I love them sm 😭🫶 everyone clapped to Zenitsu shamisen rush play! That was fun hehe

7. Muzan comes in to see Daki. The song that the actor sang was pretty catchy and his voice is sooooo so GOOD!!!!!! Genuinely speechless. The scene where okami confronts Daki was so cool. Yknow that Daki flew above and dropped her from a height right? They used the screen to show that she was in the sky and when she dropped okami, the background showed those rush lines when she falls. I think it’s a creative way to show that! This also was done similarly when Inosuke went chasing Daki’s obi after it captured Makio in her room. Inosuke was actually running in the same spot but facing different directions along with the background. Making it look like he’s running chasing the obi in the walls

8. Ooohhhh the scene where Tengen came from behind the owner asking him about Warabi Hime’s whereabouts was so 👁️🫦👁️ then moved to when Inosuke calling the muscle mice to bring his nichirin. THE MUSCLE MICE REAL AND THEY TALK HAHAGAHSJJF yea they had 2 ensembles in black with muscle mice on their hands on the floor bringing Inosuke’s nichirin 😭😭😭😭 IT WAS SO CUTE?!!?! The song Koinatsu sang when Tanjiro is leaving the brothel was really nice ;;; bittersweet bcus she’s also leaving for someone that is willing to marry her but she’s also worried for the people she’s leaving behind the brothel 😔

9. The scene when Tengen found Hinatsuru ill and gave her an antidote… god I wish that were me… it might be just me liking the character too much but it somehow feels different in stage play than when ure reading the manga/watching the anime. Moved to Inosuke getting underground finding the obi’s nest of victims. The obi with people inside were shown through the screen. Inosuke spins while waving his swords around to cut and free the victims. There were ensembles in black moving the obi around. Very pretty! Like those gymnasts with ribbons!!! THE SCEEEENEEEEEE THE SCENE WHEN TENGEN COMES AND MET UP WITH SUMA AND MAKIO AAWHWHABWJEJFN 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🫶🫶🫶 god I wish that were me!!!! (2) Tengen patting their heads was the cutest 😭💕

10. The fight scenes for a stage play were executed very well by using extra ensembles and the screen at the back. So, Tanjiro fighting Daki. Nezuko woke up and fought her. She beat Daki up and went berserk. Tanjiro sang a lullaby to calm her down and there they were, the mom with little Nezuko at the back as demon Nezuko reminiscence the past. Tanjiro actor’s singing is so good… I could listen to him sing all day 😳

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The show then entered 20 minutes break and continued with the second half. I took the chance to buy merch at this time lol

Only able to get Tengen pin and the others were mostly dupes of Inosuke, Daki and Obanai… planning to sell them soon 😭

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11. Gyuutaro appeared from Daki’s back. I love the Shabana sibling actors so so much??? 😭😭😭 they were soooo good acting as the demons!!! I couldn’t get enough. Honestly when Gyuutaro uses his sickles, it kinda look like crab waving its claws… 😭 one of Gyuutaro’s moves was his spinning blood move right? The ensembles in black come out with props spinning it around like those spinning blood move. It was so cool I was so amazed by that lmao Gyuutaro’s singing was top notch 👌👌👌 my absolute fav

12. Y’all… the scene when Hinatsuru came to shoot her kunais at Gyuutaro and everything went slo-mo, they really went slo-mo 😭 when Gyuutaro grabbed Hina by the face… that stirred something in me ngl at that moment came the flashback to when Tengen tells his wives to value their lives first then him, that song was cute. I felt the impact more during stage play. He really loves his wives equally and very much 💙💜🧡 Tengen’s siblings also appeared on stage during the flashback. Definitely didn’t expect that at all! It was very nice

13. Moving on to Kamaboko vs Daki. They made it into a number and while Inosuke was singing, Daki was at the back dancing 💃 I swear I love her so much. They made the stage play so funny and entertaining 😭👏 when Inosuke successfully cut Daki’s head, they had her actor wrapped in black cloth and Inosuke was holding it instead of just a dummy head. Inosuke then said we’re gonna run far now to Daki which wasn’t in the original and he said that so that Daki actor would be ready to run. Everyone in the hall laughed at that 😭😭😭😭😭😭

14. I can’t quite remember well the fight scenes but Tengen still had his left eye and arm fighting Gyuutaro until the end lol the fight with Gyuutaro and Daki until both of their heads were cut off were intense 🫨 lots of flashing lights and stuff were everywhere. It was cool

15. The Shabana siblings’ laid under rubble to hide their bodies so that only their heads could be seen. Gyuutaro’s past was so heart wrenching to watch. Demon Gyuutaro was even there to see his kid self being bullied and abused, demon Gyuutaro tried to stop those people away but he was just looking at his memory so the rocks still hits his kid self AND GOD THAT WAS SO PAINFUL TO WATCH. He hugged his kid self aa… demon Gyuutaro was also there to see his sister being burnt alive… AGAIN… 😭 I can’t get those scenes out of my head. It was so good, I cried along with everyone else ;;;; the part where kid Gyuutaro tried to call for help for his sister, demon Gyuutaro joined in the line and that made me welled up so badly 😭😭😭😭😭

16. In manga/anime, Daki changed to her kid self but in stage play, she was in her demon form when she begged to her brother to let her follow him. Gyuutaro carried Daki on his back to hell :( they finally cut off Tengen’s hand during the aftermath 😭😭😭 Suma actor was so cute when she yelled at Nezuko for burning her husband alive LMAOAOAAO

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Show ended, everyone clapped for the casts and ensembles. Standing ovation and the casts came out for a short comment. The time slot that I went to was the last day and last show

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My thoughts/comments

Everyone acted in character and tried to be as close as possible to source. It was such an amazing experience 😭👏 this was actually my first time went to see a stage play so I didn’t have any expectations at all.

If you guys like a series and have the chance to go for their stage play, please go!!

I was genuinely 50/50 at first bcus I know I did this for my stupidly big fixation on Tengen. My friend who’s studying there really liked BSD watched the stage play live online and she really recommended me to go for it. I’m glad I went to watch it honestly 😭

[woobly]

PLUCK MY HEARTSTRINGS. track_011 — Round Two

𓂋˚˖ PAIRING. rival band lead guitarist! sunwoo x band rhythm guitarist! fem! reader

𓂋˚˖ GENRE. social media au with some written text, rivals to lovers, band au, college au, fluff

𓂋˚˖ WC. 1.4k words

𓂋˚˖ A/N. *taps mic* ... hey 🧍🏻‍♀️

𓂋˚˖ SYNOPSIS. competing against a rapidly rising all-male band from another school at an intercollegiate music festival doesn't really sound too bad on the surface. until you see their lead guitarist—the same boy who always made sure you knew who was the better guitarist between the two of you in high school.

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Production staff wearing headphones and holding clipboards were jogging around backstage whilst other stage crew were busy setting up your group’s instruments. From where you were standing, you could see the event host at the edge of the stage with the spotlight shined on them, speaking enthusiastically about the previous collab performances that just finished. You could hardly see the audience, but based on how loud the cheers have been so far, you could tell that more people bought tickets this time compared to the previous round.

With how busy your surroundings were, your body couldn’t help tensing up from being a nervous wreck, your hands clasping together and aggressively massaging your fingers in hopes of relieving any nerves. You were too focused silently praying that the crew would take longer in setting up that you didn’t notice the person who decided to stand next to you.

“Hey, just relax,”

“Easy for you to say,” you turned towards Sunwoo as you crossed your arms, your hand sliding aggressively back and forth on your arm to the point that you could still feel the pressure even if you stopped.

“You’ll be fine,” he said as he faced the stage. “Trust in my teaching skills a little,”

Scoffing, you placed your hands in your pockets, silently thankful for Sunwoo’s presence.

Just as you were beginning to wonder where the rest of the team was, a bright voice appeared from Sunwoo’s side.

“Sunwoo!”

Turning to the vaguely familiar voice, you’re surprised to see an old batchmate from high school, the one and only Jang Haewon.

She wasn’t your cliche school queen bee or it girl who thought she was better than everyone else. It’s true that everyone loved her, but all for good reason anyway. Aside from the fact that no matter where you were standing, she would always look beautiful and glowing, she was always nothing but all jokes and smiles with the people around her. Even the teachers couldn’t resist pausing their walk back to the faculty room whenever she stroke up a conversation with them. She was also consistently one of the top students in your batch. She was definitely hard not to miss; you wouldn’t even be surprised if you ended up having a crush on her back then if you had the time.

“Oh my god, is this Y/N?”

“Hi, Haewon,” you waved as you tried to cover up how you were currently feeling.

“Sunwoo told me you played guitar since high school, I can’t believe I had no idea! Can’t wait to see you later, good luck!”

You muttered a small thanks before she turned to Sunwoo, whom she obviously went backstage for. Tuning out their conversation, your mind started to drift towards recalling the chords when a pair of hands land on your shoulders.

“You ready?”

You turned to the side opposite Sunwoo and Haewon and find Ryujin bouncing in excitement.

You took a deep breath in as you gave her a nervous smile. “No,”

“That’s the spirit!”

She started pushing you up the stairs that led to the stage as you laughed, trying your best to leave all the nervousness backstage as Sunwoo, Heejin, Kevin, and Hyunjae followed suit.

The host finally called your collective team name, and cheers erupted so loud you think your eardrums have popped.

Moving towards the other side of the stage, you picked up your guitar from its stand and tried to calm your breathing. Kevin, who was also on your side of the stage, noticed this and gave you a small smile and thumbs up as Sunwoo and Heejin interacted with the crowd.

Much like the last time, you tried convincing yourself that enjoying was all that mattered now, which worked for the most part. After the pretty intense first chorus, you and the others took this as time to rest a little as Sunwoo continued sing-rapping while you did a few ad libs here and there.

Thankfully, you hadn’t messed up so far, so you were actually enjoying this indescribable moment. That is, until the bridge.

Heejin and Sunwoo faced one another as much as their standing microphones allowed them, singing as if they were talking to each other. They were definitely doing a great job at building up tension because you thought you were about to lose your mind as it went blank.

The large hall quiets down and the lights go dark, the only one left being on you. You could hardly see Sunwoo turned back towards you in your peripheral vision, let alone the audience in front of you.

Taking a deep breath, you pretend as if you were the only one in the hall, letting your muscle memory take over as you put your soul into your 15-second solo.

Before you know it, the lights were back on and everyone was screaming and singing along to the final chorus, where you could finally breathe and look around the stage with a huge smile on your face.

With only a few seconds left, you moved forward to stand beside Sunwoo for your last riff and his last solo. Euphoria was literally radiating off everyone onstage, but most especially you and Sunwoo as you both couldn’t help trying to one up each other as if you were merely playing around in the practice room.

You didn’t even realize the song was over until the crowd started roaring. Soaking in the moment, you gaze upon them before turning towards Sunwoo who was already looking towards you with a smile still stuck to his face.

Raising his hand up, you gave him a high five and kept your hands up clasped together as you jumped in excitement and satisfaction while he giggled at how happy you looked. Rushing to put down your guitar, you ran to Ryujin and hugged her before wishing her luck for the next song. On the way to exit the stage, you patted Sunwoo’s back as your way of saying he did well and good luck while he kept talking to the audience. He wanted to tell you how proud he was, but he was also participating in the next song, hindering him from doing so.

As you walked down the stairs with Heejin, Hyunjae, and Kevin, you briefly chatted with the next set of members who were about to perform before letting them go to prepare. Still relishing in the post-performance adrenaline, you held and shook Heejin’s hands as you squealed in happiness together. The other boys resting with you only laughed at your antics, completely understanding the feeling.

The next song began playing, and all you could do was enjoy and sing along. 

Nearing the end of the song, your nerves crept up your back once again, but you tried your best to suppress them as you moved toward the stage again where Sunwoo and a few others were coming down from. He threw you a thumbs up since he once again didn’t have the time to talk to you, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to pretend to be annoyed.

You were nervous, as you always were, but your excitement for the next and final collab stage definitely outweighed that. With one final deep breath, you let go of everything holding you back and let the moment take over.

Once all your collab stages were finally over, you and the rest of the members left the stage to meet with the others, all of you erupting in chaotic ‘congratulations’ and ‘you did wells’.

After handing a piece of confetti to Isa, which she asked from you before you left for the last song since she always did so after every performance, you looked around in search of Sunwoo, who seemed to be the only one missing from the group—not that you were looking for him.

After a while, you finally see him a few feet away, in the middle of a hug with Haewon. When they pulled away from each other, you noticed how he was looking at her like a married old man and chuckled to yourself. Even from far away, he was so obvious there’s no way Haewon hasn’t noticed it. 

Yet, it stung a little. Definitely because you haven’t had anyone look at you like that and not because it’s Sunwoo. Yeah, that sounds about right.

“Let’s go out for dinner!” Sangyeon suddenly announced.

“Our treat!” Seunghee butted in. You chuckled as you wondered where they possibly have the money to pay for all 13 people, but cheered along with the others anyway.

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𓂋˚˖ A/N. i'm so sorry this is so overdue 😭😭 since the last update, i finally started college and it's been kicking my ass </3 i'll be having break starting tmrw tho so ... (i won't say anything bc i alw end up not following thru are eye pee) anyways.. suny/n when

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[sweetlittlegingy]

heyy!! i absolutely adore your writing and i was wondering if you could do an imagine of jake x reader. i have this obsession of going to a lumineers concert with jake and just having a fluffy time(basically just dancing around and kissing) you formally don’t have to answer this; it’s just a suggestion but i would love to see you write this. thank you sm:))

We're gonna post this because I don't wanna make you wait. Hopefully it works, or at least finds the tags at some point. Also, I didn't specify that it was the Lumineers, I wanted to be inclusive! Lots of love -G

➣ Pairing: Jake Seresin x Y/n

➣ Word Count: 1.4k

➣ Warnings: None, this is pure fluff and it's adorable. I want a Jake.

➣ N/A: I'm sorry my tags are being stupid, but it's given me time to write for when I come back!!

You reach out turning the dial nob on the stereo, your feet resting on the dash, and the wind blowing throughout the car. You gaze over at Jake, the setting sun reflects off his face, as he brings your hand to his mouth, grazing the back of your knuckles before kissing your palm. He catches your gaze and gives you a warm smile, one that you only ever get to see.

“You excited honey?” His tone, pure and light.

This was your favorite Jake, the one hidden behind a closed door, only for your eyes.

“Yeah.”

The word comes out as a hum, your hand moving to rest behind Jake. Settling at the base of his neck, your fingers rack through his hair and he’s practically humming in delight.

“Just happy that it’s you I get to make these memories with, wouldn’t want anyone else.”

You and Jake had been dating for 2 years, and you couldn’t imagine your life any differently. Now that it included him, the only future you saw had him in it.

Jake had surprised you with tickets to Y/F/B concert for your birthday last month. They were thankfully only playing an hour away from your shared apartment, and you were bursting with excitement. You mentioned loving the band on one random night, when you first got together, telling him that you hoped to see them live someday.

You’d completely forgotten about the conversation, until Jake brought it up a month ago on your birthday. You couldn’t quite believe it when he handed you the tickets, silently staring from him to the tickets, back and forth multiple times. Before throwing yourself into his arms, legs clinging around his waist, as he held you while laughing.

…

The California sunsets as Jake pulls into the venue parking lot, finding a spot not too far from the entrance. The venue, an open top concert hall, perfect for California weather and the absolute best for starry nights. You had checked the weather app earlier, and they promised clear skies and a slight breeze.

Jake was quick to clasp your hand, as you walked through the parking lot. The slight swing in your hands, made you giggle. How could this Jake, be the same one that his friend had told you about. Hangman was hard and serious and poked fun at his competition.

And in the sky, well he was the best, or so you’d been told. You’d seen his cocky demeaner when out with the guys, but it was never aimed at you.

No, the only thing Jake showed you was love and puppy dog eyes mostly, he knew it was the best way to get you to cave on something. With you, Jake was loving, funny, and always smiling. He never denied you cheesy rom com nights and was almost always the one to initiate cuddles. He remembered how you liked your tea, and never left you without getting a kiss. To say the Jacob Grant Seresin was a teddy bear, would have been an understatement.

Though the line is longer, it doesn’t take long for you two to make it through. Jake had entertained you enough while waiting, sneaky kisses placed along your neck and cheek occasionally as he held you in his arms.

“I still can’t believe that you got us floor seats!”

“Best of the best, baby.”

He gives you a wink, before pulling you along to your seats, just a few rows back from the stage. Jake lets you pick which of the two seats you want, then asks if you need anything before the show starts. You tell him no, though he scoffs at you before making his way back out to vendors.

Looking back at you and throwing out a “stay put, baby.”

Jake reappears just before the show is about to start, carrying what looks to be one of everything. As well as a few waters, the gleaming smile he gives you, has you smiling back in adornment.

“I saw these and knew you needed one, but then I couldn’t decide which.” Jake holds out three different shirts to you, two with different sets of lyrics and the other with the band’s logo. “I got one of each. Plus, you can sleep in them.”

You laugh at him and wrap your arms around his waist, his face tucking in your neck. Placing a gentle kiss on your cheek, then your lips, soft and slow.

“Sleep in just them.”

You pull away, raising your eyebrows at his cheeky antics. Though all he gives you is that award winning smirk, which has you muttering a quiet okay against his lips once again.

 …

The dimming of the lights alert you that the concert is starting, your hand grasps at Jake practically shaking with excitement. A chuckle leaves his lips, as he watches your face. The stage lights, beaming off your wide eyes, never leaving the stage. A small gasp leaves your lips, when the music starts, eye flittering back to Jake, checking to see if he’s watching.

Though his eyes remain on you, you shyly tuck your bottom lip between your lips, nose scrunching up in embarrassment.

“What?” Your tone teasing, though your blushing cheeks prove how much of a hold Jake has on you.

“You’re beautiful.” He says it so causal, like he’s talking about the weather. Yet the effect it has on you is anything but causal, leaning down to his sitting form you give him a quick kiss.

It doesn’t take long before you’re up and dancing with the crowd, pulling Jake up with you.

Jake hadn’t meant to ignore the show, but the sight of you so carefree and happy had enthralled him.

Hell, he was always watching you. He had no clue how he’d gotten so lucky; you were the light to his darkness. From the first moment he saw you walked into the Hard Deck, hair a bit frazzled and clearly frustrated, you knew you we’re it for him. He’d made his way over to your seated form at the bar, sliding up ready to lay on the charm. While you all but told him to fuck off, you’d blown a tire and though you’d changed it alone, you were in need of a drink.

He was positive that he struck out with you. Though when he closed out his tab that night, Penny with a teasing smile, handed him a napkin with your number on it. He’d called the next day, had taken you out on the next weekend, and after that the two of you were inseparable.

….

Jake had his hands holding on to your waist, while you jumped along with the beat, shouting back the lyrics to songs you knew by heart. Glancing back at him frequently, singing the lyrics to him, in which he’d sing ones he knew back to you. Most of the time it was a mumble of words before he’d place a quick kiss on your lips. Hoping you wouldn’t tease him later, about how he hadn’t been paying any attention.

As the music slows down, you lean back into Jake’s chest. His arms wrap around your waist and sway with you to the music. His face nuzzles down into your neck, placing a soft kiss before resting his chin on your shoulder. Humming along to the beat, enjoying this moment, a memory he could tell your children one day.

You turn you face slightly, hand raising to rest on his cheek, and pull him in for a kiss. The both of you moving to deepen the kiss as you turn in his arms. Wrapping your own around his neck, you pull away, foreheads resting against each other.

“I love you.” It’s mumbled and Jake barely hears it over the crowd, but he does.

He nudges your nose with his own, making you laugh. Placing a gentle peck to your nose then lips.

“I love you too.” He’s pulling you farther into his arms and turning you so that you can both enjoy the show. Placing a final kiss on the crown of your head.

“My sweet girl.”

His arms clasp gently around your chest, keeping you close to his own. Your own hands come to rest on his forearms as you sway, head tilted back enjoying the night. You sing out the music softly with the crowd, catching sight of the phone lights raising to sway with the music.

But then you’re closing your eyes,

And it’s just you and Jake.

Clinging to the hands of time, as you try to stop the clock, wishing that you could live in this moment forever.  

[loveryss]

Thank you sm for the tag @duusheen 💛💛🤩

What’s your favourite sims death? I feel like I haven’t had enough unique deaths to answer this 😂

Alpha CC or Maxis Match? Maxis mix but mostly maxis match

Do you cheat when your sims gain weight? Nope

Do you use move objects? Absolutely

Favorite mod? I couldn’t live without mccc

First expansion/game/stuff pack you got? The first one that came out! Was it get to work? I think so (I no longer buy the packs)

Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing?  aLIVE and the other one sounds very wrong to me

Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made? Marci Foote (from a very long time ago) or Britta Bunny 

Have you made a simself? Yes, twice but they both look nothing like me

What sim traits do you give yourself? Uhhhh socially awkward, lazy, squeamish

Which is your favorite EA hair color? The lighter orange swatch

Favorite EA hair? I couldn’t tell you honestly

Favorite life stage? ya

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay? I like to build but it takes me forever so gameplay I suppose

Are you a CC creator? Used to be! I created clayified hairs and some recolors under the name BabyShell

Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad? I’d love to but not really

What’s your favorite game? Sims game? All 2, 3, and 4 have their upsides but I’d have to say sims 3 if it didn’t run so awfully

Do you have any sims merch? Nope

Do you have a YouTube for sims? Nope (I tried once years ago though)

How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing? Less ugly? Idk 😂 My sims used to have no chin and also they no longer all look the same

What’s your Origin ID? loverysss

Who’s your favorite CC creator? I’d say simstrouble

How long have you had a simblr? A simblr since like.. 2017? But I’ve switched accounts/changed my name multiple times because I’m indecisive

How do you edit your pictures? Affinity photo & my own ‘psd’ + topaz clean & topaz denoise

What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far? Uhhhh cottage living is a good one (the bunnies!!) and I also like snowy escape

What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next? None, please EA fix all the bugs first

I’ve had a mild headache for 2 days now so I can’t be bothered to tag anyone unfortunately. But if you’d like to do this then please(!!) consider yourself tagged, mutual or not 🧡

[bellewintersroe]

Hi could I request for another BoB ship? Whenever you aren’t too busy ofc! I asked for one not too long ago and I loved it so much I just couldn’t help but ask again. If you can’t that’s fine also 💖

I’m a female (she/her) , i have big heart, i’m funny, I like to relax, but i also can be energetic. I love to chill and listen to music. I can have a bit of a short temper at times (I just think it’s because I don’t put up with peoples bs LMAO), I can also be very stubborn, i’m very loyal, like VERY loyal and I will always stick up for the people i love, (which I think that can also lead me to being hurt or misused by friends) I can be a little emotional at times, maybe a little dirty minded too lol, i love to cook, i’m a dog lover (really just an animal lover at that), and i’m competitive and passionate. I’m a very driven person and if it’s something I want to do i’ll make SURE it gets done. I Make up my own rules and I don’t give into unfair ideas that are put up around me. I lead with my heart and my emotions and if that gets me into trouble then so be it. i also LOVE scary movies, true crime, all that stuff, i’m also a SUCKER for reality tv 😭 (tlc does have some good drama though) I would say im charming and it’s more of my words and my smile that gets guys. I’m a bit of a germaphobe and maybe little ocd. Imma southern gal who’s very short, (5.0) I have brown eyes, wavy light chocolate brown hair, big lips, only like a couple light freckles on my nose ( you can see them better in the summer) , button nose, and an olive skintone that has paled over time, I would say I have more of a petite/hourglass figure but I think my chest is what catches people’s eyes (Im a size DD LOL) I have high standards, I can be very sympathetic, and I also can usually tell when people are in pain or when their vibe is off in general. I usually just joke or “laugh it off” when i’m coping with something that bothers me, or if it’s something that really hurt me I usually just shut down and become cold. i’m an INTP, My hogwarts house is Hufflepuff ( even though I honestly thought I was a slytherin for so long 😭) My love language is physical touch for giving and acts of service as receiving (it’s really just the little things and showing that you care about what I’m saying for me). I grew up with brothers so i love watching sports and playing them ( We grew up in a very competitive household lol) i’m very very family oriented. I’m a sagittarius, I like to play the piano, and read and write in my free time. and In the summers I love to fish and swim at my boathouse. And springtime is my favorite season.

Thank you sm in advance! <33

Hey of course!!! I’m so glad you enjoyed your first one, thank you for this request!! <3<3

love the amount of info you’ve given, thank you!!

I ship you with… Don Malarkey!

Everything about this match feels PERFECT.

first of all you sound STUNNING, so I feel like Don is gonna notice this first- and not to be objectifying but he’s gonna see ur BOOBS- oh my god he doesn’t stare but you definitely catch him taking a look.

Even though you haven’t got many freckles Don notices these when nobody else does. I feel like once you’re in a close relationship he’ll sit and count them for as long as possible.

Apart from how attractive Don finds you (he’s gobsmacked, pls Luz pinch me back into reality) like you said it’s your charm and smile that he really, really falls hard for. I think the energy you gives off sounds super exciting and passionate. Malarkey deffo finds this enticing.

I feel like in the early stages Don would try to sit next to you/ near you if you were all at the pub together. Whenever he’d make a joke you’d be the first person he’d turn to, ensuring you found it funny.

Malarkey finds you hilarious, you don’t have to worry about making a joke and nobody hearing because Don always has his full attention on you.

catches your eye just to smile at you. This is when your feelings really, really start to grow. I feel like when he figures how an amazing of a person you are he really goes above and beyond to impress you.

Don doesn’t know how high your standards are, but he’d deffo meet them unintentionally ?? As in he’d just go out of his way to do any little thing for you just because he can! Oh my god this man is so sweet.

You know that scene where he goes to pick up his laundry and he’s so polite and tries not to swear??? Well at first he would 100000% not swear in front of you- until he realises you’ve got a dirty mind and he’s SHOCKED.

He doesn’t know whether to laugh or stare, jaw dropped in surprise! Either way, he’s a little turned on??? As open as you are with him, and as many jokes as he’ll crack I feel like he’ll forever try to be respectful and not swear in front of you?!

listen as I researched Malarkey he was known for his ‘sense of humour and bad cooking’ SO PLEASE COOK FOR THE POOR GUY. He tries his best, and probably won’t ever stop trying to cook for you- but at the end of the day you enjoy it and produce edible food (unlike him). He’d watch you, sitting on the counter in a childlike manner whilst he attempts to watch and mimic you making the most delicious dish ever.

When he gets more comfortable he LOVES kissing you and he loves knowing you love it too. Makes him blush, literally- at first I think he’d be a little shy and stammer, the first kiss I think would take a while? Maybe you’d have to initiate it because he’s so sweet and respectful omfg nononooo- he’d ALWAYS offer you out his arm to walk with as he loves feeling your smaller hands wrapped around his biceps.

Would smirk whenever you’re in awe of how attractive he is. Pls big him up, he needs it.

let’s say he see’s you getting emotional over something for the first time, I think he’d be in shock? Maybe if you’re watching a movie together or during the war you get a little sad, he’s such an empath, like you, so he probably gets all sad and cuddly too.

Hates nothing more than seeing you upset-

well hates nothing more than seeing you upset over the hands of somebody else 😡.

I have a scenario in my head of Cobb mouthing off at somebody, and you jump to their defence. As soon as you speak Malarkey is wide eyed and ready to fight before Cobb even says anything back. When he does of course fire back with something pure rude Don gets SO ANGRY.

I don’t think he’s the type to get physical, but he definitely starts swearing and gets so defensive- and you’ll rarely see him like this because he’s NEVER EVER angry at you.

He’s intimidating when he gets like that? But it’s all in good intentions because he could never aim it towards you- he’s a sensitive guy so he’s pretty in tune with his emotions. Usually would just get a bit quiet and wonder off to have some space if you two bicker.

I think you’d both be similar in the fact of going a little cold if somethings upset either of you- but after a cuddle I feel like all would be fixed within an hour tops.

Don pouts and sulks so it’s kinda hard to not feel sorry for the guy.

I think the both of you would have such an amazing laugh together, your sense of humour would be perfect and you could easily make jokes about each other without becoming offended. Whether you’re relaxing together at home or out on a date at the bar, the banter between the two of you never stops.

in the midst of the war, let’s say when Malarkey had lost all of his close friends, he really started to worry about losing you. You could tell he’d changed within himself and his grief and the pressure of war was definitely getting to him.

I think you’d be perfect at giving him the reassurance he needs, he definitely would enjoy physical touch, and you’d both be very in tune with each others emotions. Maybe give him a massage or just kiss his cheek every now and then when you’re cuddling- your kind words and actions are huge for Don to push through a dark period.

He’d probably mutter one night how much he loves you and wants to marry you. Sounds very cliche but he means it, and would 1000% follow through. In the mean time, he would find a beautiful ring from somewhere in Austria and Germany- would probably get the other men involved in proposing to you/ wants to marry you in the middle of Europe.

spontaneous kinda guy I think?

When you go home and he meets your family he’s in awe about how competitive you are- and you always win. Well in his eyes anyway- Don and his sense of humour makes him super likeable for parents and siblings, especially if your brothers are over protective? He gives off such charming and sweet energy like yourself and everybody would instantly take a liking to him.

deffo good in bed ;)

Like he just screams BDE and he would deffo know what he’s doing to make you enjoy it. Would want you to enjoy it over anything else. It’s super important to him that your needs are met and respected.

If you two had kids he’d probably make fun of them (ofc not in a nasty way) but he’d give them Mohawks or comb overs and laugh at the stupid hairstyles.

he’s so in love with you seriously, you’re both fire signs so your initial attraction is easily developed into a successful long lasting one. Don feels the same immense love for you 1 year in as he does 10 years in- if not even more.

[chaseadrian]

Hi bestie can u write something Adrian Chase that is just Adrian = being obsessed w reader ❤️ sweet and fluffy also congrats on 500!! Ur writing is amazing and I will be harassing you online but in a good way ❤️

aaaah thank u sm!!! literally harass me whenever idgaf also this turned out a little more angsty but it’s still fluffy jkhgfjd i hope u like

join the celebration! 

Giving No Reason 

rating: general word count: 1.1k summary: adrian is head over heels, you quite honestly don’t know why.

You were used to Adrian’s flattery. He was pretty quick to compliment everyone, whether they deserved it or not. He’d misread several heated debates with Economos as just two pals having a bit of banter, and Harcourt’s cutting glares were always met with Adrian telling everyone how badass she was. Any anger directed at him always just rolled off his back and into the next bout of whatever was on his mind. Nobody could stay mad at Adrian for long, not truly. 

Sure, they could comment all day about him being a ‘psychopath’ or ‘incompetent,’ but nobody seriously believed it. He’d never fucked up a job, had never betrayed any of them, never really gave any reason to be disliked except that he was inept when it came to the common social cues the rest of the team abided by. 

So no doubt that meant they had to roll their eyes and tell him to shut the fuck up every time he brought you up in team meetings. Or, every time the team went out drinking. Or to eat. Or in the van on the way to missions. 

Yeah, okay, basically he couldn’t shut the fuck up when it came to how much he admired you. 

Not that you minded. With a job like this one, there couldn’t be any fuck ups or hesitations or kinks in the plan, but that didn’t stop you from feeling like an imposter amongst the team. You felt like you were just biding your time until they figured out that actually, you were an incompetent hack that had been hanging on by a thread all this time. Even with Adrian, although his incessant adoration was a good fluff for your ego, you couldn’t help but think that the facade would break one day and he’d realize you weren’t a good agent or partner or, well, person. 

One rare day off the two of you were lying in his bed, Adrian playing with your fingers and you zoning out. A day off meant relaxation but it also meant a pause. A punctuation that allowed this frustration and fear to cloud your thoughts, to fester and grow. When you weren’t doing the job, you were afraid that you’d no longer be able to next time.

“You’re so beautiful, but your eyes have that glazed over look. Are you contemplating? I told you not to do that, there are things in my brain that are covered in cobwebs and I like it that way.” He brought your hand to his lips and pressed kisses to each of your fingers, moving up your arm until he reached your shoulder, your neck, your jaw. He paused in front of your lips, looking at you for the go ahead—which you gave with a nod—before he dipped his head and kissed you. His lips were soft, a touch that was more caress than kiss. 

Adrian stopped, leaving space between your mouths as he spoke, “So pretty. So pretty and you’re all mine. I can’t believe it.” He kissed you again, pushing you down into the pillow so it was enveloping your faces, a valley of cushion and comfort. 

He knew when you were retreating into your mind that the best thing to do was distract you. Verbalizing the thoughts would make them real, would make them something you had to deal with. You weren’t necessarily ready for that. So his obsession and love and flattery would put the thoughts to bed for the time being. 

No, it wasn’t the healthiest of mindsets, but it was all you could muster at this current frame of mind and stage of your life. Wasn’t like Amanda Waller cared enough to hire therapists to deal with the mental fallout of what she made her agents do. So Adrian’s lips and words would have to do the trick for now. 

When he broke away for the second time, giving you a moment to breathe, you coiled your arms around his neck and matched his gaze. Those green eyes shone when they looked at you, a lush sage calling you everything you’ve ever wanted to hear, drawing you home. 

“Adrian, why do you love me?” 

He was taken aback by the question, brows furrowing and a frown planted on his lips. 

“Why wouldn’t I?” 

“A lot of reasons, actually.” 

He flopped down next to you, breaking out of your grasp and turning on his side to face you, one hand draped over your waist and the other tucked under his cheek, “I don’t want to hear them.” 

His hand flexed open and closed against your skin, kneading your side. It felt like he was checking that you were real, making sure this conversation wasn’t a way for you to slip from his grasp. 

“Okay.” You tucked both hands under the pillow, staring at him. 

“Fuck, you’re better than anyone I’ve ever seen. Even Chris. And it’s not just because you’re smoking hot and like fucking me, I already thought all this before I’d ever seen you naked.” 

You laughed, and he scooted closer to you. 

“I just know that whatever you do, it’s kickass. It doesn’t matter if you’re on a mission, or talking to our coffee person, or making eggs. You’re just as good at shooting someone as you are making someone smile. I can’t do that. Shooting people? Yes. But the other stuff? I’m only okay. You’re great in basically every way. Except that you don’t think you’re great.” 

Adrian scooted even closer to you and pressed a kiss to your forehead, pulling you in by the waist so your bodies were flush. He combed his fingers through your hair, humming a tune to himself  as you nestled into his chest. 

“Thank you.” You muttered against his bare skin, pressing your lips between his pecs a few times. 

He laughed, “I don’t know what for. You did all the cool stuff, I’m just telling you about it. If this was the middle ages, I’d be your bard. You do the badass stuff, and I get drunk singing about it in taverns. And I also do badass stuff sometimes.” 

You shifted away from him, looking up to see the huge smile on his face. 

“Okay, bard. Sing me a song.” 

Without a word, Adrian cleared his throat and started fumbling his way through a tune about you. 

You lay there laughing, your mind cleared from the fog. All that was left was Adrian’s struggling voice, and the solid certainty that this man would go to the ends of the earth for you. 

A bard he was not. A good boyfriend though?

No contest.  

[xocasper]

hey!! i was wondering if u could mayb do a ray toro smut w fem!reader? so like the readers in the band and she kisses someone on stage (like how gee and frank used to) and basically ray gets jealous because he has a thing for her and after the show they are sharing a hotel room bc they have to (one bed trope oml). ray blurts out smth abt how he cant believe she kissed however shes like why and he kisses her and one thing leads to another... can u pls make ray the dom? like rough but still loving?

i love ur work sm <333

Wrecked and Jealous

Pairing: Ray Toro x Fem!Reader Summary: You share a heat-of-the-moment kiss with Frank on stage, and it sets Ray off. After the show, you have to share a bed with Ray, and he has little choice but to tell you the truth. Warnings: NSFW content Tags: mild angst, jealous sex, nipple play, rough sex Word Count: 2858 A/N: I have written so much within the past four days. It's been insane. After having awful writer's block, I'm abusing my passion for writing while I have it. Also, the reader is basically Matt Cortez in this. I love Matt.

For as long as you’d known the band, you never thought you’d be playing on stage with them for thousands of adoring fans, listening from a few feet away as they screamed lyrics back to Gerard as he pranced around the stage. You’d seen dozens of their shows, but playing one was a different story. When Mikey got married and decided to take a break, their choice for a substitute was unanimous, picking their very own guitar tech–you.

Of course, you were flattered, and with a bit of convincing, you decided to join them on stage, feeling more grateful than ever that you had bothered to learn bass. Even though they were told to pick a touring musician, or at least someone with “a little more experience,” the band stood firm, insisting that it had to be you. They felt more comfortable having a friend on stage, especially after knowing you for several years already, though one of them pushed harder than the others.

Ray had convinced not only their manager, but you, that you were a perfect substitute, swearing up and down that the fans would love you–and they did. Admittedly, you moved a bit more than Mikey did, and while you didn’t have Frank’s level of energy, you still put on a show like the rest of them. You didn’t have to do much to get them screaming, and if you didn’t have them at the start, you’d have them hooked with Give ‘Em Hell, Kid.

Playing aside, any interaction with Frank sent them into a frenzy. Not that either of you minded; working with Frank for so long had made you pretty close friends, and he had a blast messing around with you. When he wasn’t rolling around on stage, he was brushing up against you like a cat and resting his head on your shoulder, practically hanging off of you while you played.

People loved it, and it didn’t take long for them to start shipping you guys, much to Ray’s dismay. From across the stage, he’d watch as you fooled around with Frank, how he made you laugh any time he’d try to pick you up, and the way you’d kick your legs with a wide smile on your face as he dragged you around. Occasionally, your skirt would ride up, exposing your bare thighs and a little more curve than what’s appropriate, riling up the teenage crowd as they saw a nearly half-naked girl for the first time. Ray had to side with the crowd, getting flustered at the sight, though he felt a pang of jealousy that Frank was the cause of it.

It wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle, trying to keep in mind that you and Frank were just friends. This worked for a little while, until one particular show when Frank got one hell of an adrenaline rush and made a rash decision. Between two songs, he ran up to you at full speed, hands planted firmly on your waist as he pulled you in, his lips crashing against yours in a heat-of-the-moment kiss. This wasn’t a light peck either; your arms wrapped around his neck, almost immediately–as if it were a common occurrence, Ray noted–passionately tugging him closer.

As anyone could’ve guessed, the fans lost their minds, hooting and hollering as you pulled away, giving him a smile and a playful shove. Gerard was shocked, giving the two of you a look while the next song started up, one of surprise rather than annoyance. Ray, on the other hand, had an obvious look of distaste, trying to ignore the very steamy kiss he had to witness between the girl he liked and his bandmate.

He played the rest of the show in a bitter mood; you and Frank got along swell though, making his jealousy increase tenfold. Thankfully, the show ended soon after, and Ray wanted nothing more than to hide away in his hotel room and hopefully not think of you. Tonight was not in his favor though, because all he could do was think about you, watching you closely on the way there while you chatted with Gerard–and still, not him.

You weren’t intentionally ignoring him, he just seemed upset and distant, and you didn’t want to ask about it with the guys around. The trip back to the hotel wasn’t long, so you’d be able to sit him down sooner or later.

When you entered the lobby, Ray went up right away to get the keys, mentally drained and seeking solace in the form of a warm bed. This seemed fine at first, the rest of you standing around chatting about the show, only to be interrupted with some unfortunate news.

“They overbooked,” Ray announced, a bit frustrated at the situation. “They can give us three rooms, which means someone will be alone, and the rest of us have to share.”

Bob immediately piped up, “Dibs on the single.”

No one bothered to argue, save for a sigh from Ray. Frank was next to speak, “I’ll share with Gerard.”

That was fair, the two of them shrugging casually, leaving you and Ray to share as well. He gave you a tight-lipped smile, trying to hide his annoyance as he handed you a key, the rest of the guys already piling into the elevator.

“There are two beds, right?” you asked, trying to be conscious of his comfortability, but he took it to heart, giving a hostile shrug. Okay, weird. He was usually optimistic, and he never cared about having to share a bed with anyone else–maybe it was because of you.

He fumbled nervously with the key as you reached the door, and you offered to try, only seeming to annoy him more. He ignored you and pushed the door open a bit too hard, guilt flashing in his eyes as you jumped from the bang it made as it hit the wall. A soft apology was on the tip of his tongue, but so was an envious outburst, so he kept his mouth shut and walked inside.

Your eyes widened as you stepped in, “Oh shit.”

One bed. No futon, no couch, and not even a large bed at that–a double, with four stiff pillows and a slim chance that you wouldn’t be touching. He let out an exasperated sigh, squeezing his eyes shut as if there would be another place to sleep when they opened. To make matters worse, it was freezing, which meant you’d have little choice but to huddle together.

You let Ray dwell on his misfortune for a moment, leaving him to check the closet for extra blankets while you changed in the bathroom. You could hear him curse through the wall, and you hustled to see what was wrong this time.

“The thermostat doesn’t work,” he told you, and sure enough, it wouldn’t budge. Of course, you had only packed shorts and t-shirts to sleep in, so you miserably accepted an icy death. You sighed in disappointment, climbing under the covers as he undressed in front of you. Flushing, you stared up at him, a bit shocked at his shamelessness. He only raised his eyebrows at you, shucking off his jeans and reaching into his bag for a pair of sweatpants. Your eyes flickered down to his waist, and then a little further, unabashedly tracing the prominent outline in his boxers.

Ray pretended not to notice, not after the stunt that Frank pulled earlier. Maybe he would have made a sly comment about it on another day, but he was still overcome with hurt and jealousy, getting into bed and staying as far away from you as possible. He managed to make the already chilly room colder, his pessimism starting to get to you as you turned around, your back to his.

The room was dark, and though you couldn’t see him, you could feel each of his movements. Ray wouldn’t stop shifting around, tugging the blanket off of you as he tried to get comfortable. After about five minutes of tug of war, you finally snapped. “What is your problem?”

Your tone surprised him, but he continued to ignore you, not in the mood to have a heart-to-heart–especially not with you. Annoyed, you sat up and flicked the table lamp on, receiving a huff from him.

“Ray.”

“What?” he answered flatly.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, trying to hide the impatience in your voice, although you were genuinely concerned about him.

He sighed, “Nothing.”

You tried again, voice more stern. “Ray.”

Finally, he sat up against the headboard, eyes darting down to where you had your arms crossed, incidentally pushing your chest up–you weren’t wearing a bra either, making him wonder if your shirt was that tight earlier or just now. This wasn’t the time to be checking you out though, and he gave another stubborn, “What?”

You didn’t give in, eyes narrowed as you waited for him to answer. One staring contest later, he heaved a sigh and ran a hand down his face.

“I can’t believe you kissed him.”

Your expression softened, “What do you mean?”

“Frank,” he said. “You kissed him.”

Shaking your head in confusion, you tried to figure out what the issue was. “Why do you care?”

“Because I–”

The words got caught in his throat from there, shutting his eyes and sighing softly before cupping your cheek and pulling you in for a heated kiss. It didn’t last long, his common sense kicking in quick, and he broke away. “Shit, I’m sorry,” he said, looking at you worriedly.

You didn’t answer–not verbally, anyway–bringing him back in by the nape of his neck. His lips were soft, clashing perfectly with the way they moved, fierce and biting, his grip on your jaw unwavering. You gave a soft gasp when he pulled away, gently tugging on your bottom lip before swiping his tongue across it. He sighed against your lips as you slid your hands down his bare chest, delicately running your nails over his skin. Languidly, your tongue slipped past the seam of his lips, your light movements soon corrupted by his more fervent ones.

Ray’s fingers danced across the hem of your shirt, caressing the sliver of skin below it before gliding his hands under the thin fabric. His hands were warm, and slightly calloused, contrasting against your skin, smooth and cold from the frigid room.

“You’re cold,” he mumbled, pulling away.

You nodded, grinning like a minx. “Warm me up then.”

Eagerly, he complied, tugging you down against the pillows. His lips latched onto your neck, leaving wet kisses galore, with a periodic nip at your clear skin, soon to house faint marks that would remind you of Ray for days to come. His hands cupped your breasts beneath your shirt while his mouth trailed down your collarbones, thumbs sweeping across your nipples eliciting a quiet gasp from you.

The minute he pulled away, you tugged your shirt off, craving his touch once more. His lips landed back on yours, kissing you hot and messy before ducking back down to your chest, staring breathlessly at your bare skin, on display for him alone. He wasted no time kissing across the newly exposed skin, hands planted on your waist while his lips ghosted across one of your nipples, his warm breath making you shiver.

He wet his lips, holding your gaze as he swirled his tongue around it, missing the mark every time in a way that was almost impressive. In a single broad stroke, he ran his tongue flat against it, making you arch, pushing yourself further against him. His hands pushed you back down as he continued to work his tongue against you, unforgiving and just shy of overwhelming, closing his lips around the bud and coming off almost as quick.

He didn’t stop there, swapping sides and lapping at your nipple once more, each moan and sigh going straight to his dick as he worked his tongue against you. His hands dug into your sides, holding you against the mattress in an authoritative way, arousal seeping through your panties. With the way he used his mouth, you could only imagine how it’d feel between your legs, but that was a task for another time.

Slowly, he pulled off, your grip on his shoulders tightening and he stared down at you, eyes wide and lips slick with saliva. His expression alone had you wanting more, needing to see the look in his eyes as he fucked you, his grip tight and thrusts harsh as he pounded you into the mattress.

Ray tugged down your sleep shorts, watching your expression for uneasiness, but only finding desperation. You had seen him play a million times, eyes transfixed on his hands during shows, and just the thought of him using them on you sent arousal flooding through you. He ran the pads of his fingertips across your panties, damp from where you had soaked through, nearly moaning knowing you were this wet for him, not for Frank or Gerard, or anyone else–just for him.

Hastily, he pulled those down too, and you let out a hiss as you were fully exposed to the cool air. Ray had no problem warming you up as instructed earlier, one hand on your jaw to keep you from looking away, the other sweeping through your wet folds. He savored every sound you made, fueling his desires as he pushed his fingers inside of you. They were thicker than yours, filling you nicely as he worked them, stretching you out before you tried to take him. If his fingers were anything to go by, you were in for a long night.

His impatience got to him, and even though he had a lovely view watching you writhe and moan from just his fingers, he would kill to see you fall apart on his cock. You were in no way opposed to it, bucking your hips into his hand as his thumb rubbed your swollen clit, needing more with each passing second.

“Please,” you mumbled out, moaning against his lips as he kissed you.

He understood, not needing more than a small plea to take his fingers back, the whine you let out playing on repeat as he wriggled out of his sweatpants and boxers, kicking them off as his cock stood proud before you. God, was he a sight for sore eyes, looking like he walked straight out of an erotica novel, dribbling precum as you wrapped your hand around him, stroking him while he lined himself up between your legs.

Before he pushed in, he paused, knowing this was an inopportune moment to bring it up, but he craved reassurance. “You’re not… there’s no one else, right?”

You shook your head, shooting him a small grin, “Nope, just you.”

A sweet smile graced his face, kissing you once before thrusting in. He gave you a moment as he pushed in completely, waiting for a sign to keep going. A gentle nod and he kicked into gear, his hips snapping roughly against yours. His hands migrated to your hips, his grip firm as he pounded into you at a ruthless pace. Despite the powerful force he used, his eyes were gentle, making sure that you still wanted this.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he mumbled, gaze lingering on your half-lidded eyes and kiss-bitten lips, slick and swollen as he kissed you.

Struggling to find words through your lust drunk haze, you pulled him closer, arms slung around his neck as you moaned against him, muscles winding tight from his relentless rhythm. Reluctantly, he pulled away, watching in awe as you came undone below him, breath stalling as he gave a few strong thrusts and slid out, coating your stomach in pure sin.

Exhaustion hung heavy in the room, the low temperature getting to you once more as you reached over to Ray, who laid flat on his back as he caught his breath.

“You okay?” he asked faintly, handing you a tissue from the nightstand to clean up the mess. You mumbled a small ‘thanks,’ unsure of how to answer.

You’d always been fond of him, typically talking to him more than the other guys, and spending as much time around him as you could. Your feelings hit you like a brick, realizing all the little things you did for him, unaware that it was because you were interested in him. Sure, you knew you felt differently about him compared to everyone else, but you never dwelled on it too much. You liked him, and he liked you too, which sounded pretty damn good in your opinion, smiling softly as you looked over at him.

“Is this a dream?” you asked, curling into his chest.

“If it is, I hope I never wake up,” he told you, pressing a sleepy goodnight kiss to the top of your head, holding you close just in case he woke up in the morning and you were gone. You didn’t mind, arms wrapped tightly around him as you slipped away into a peaceful slumber, happy to be held in the dark of the night.

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[broadwayandnetflix]

i have a request for bo burnham!!:) maybe like the reader and bo watch the special when he gets done editing it and doing all the other stuff he has to do for it, and he records her reaction to the whole thing and that’s how he announces the special?? i know that’s weird but it’s been stuck in my head, so you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to!

Test Run - Bo Burnham x Reader

Warnings: Language

Theme: FLUFF (angst if you like squint)

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: y’all I wrote this so fast, like kachow. I hope you enjoyed it, and got a break from all of the angst. but angst is still good. but this fic is not me fangirling over inside. never, couldn’t be me. I hope you enjoyed the fic though @bos-a-feminist I had sm fun writing it.

It had been late one evening when Bo had practically burst into the door of your bedroom. You sat puzzled as you gave the man time to catch his breath, as he gave you an eager look.

Trying not to giggle as Bruce yipped at Bo’s feet in pure excitement, it seemed he too was trying to figure out what was going on.

“What? Are we finally gonna have sex again?” you say humorously, causing the man to break composure for just a second.

“No! I mean what the fuck? Yes, yes, and to answer your question, yes. But not right now.”

You giggle as he looks at you with an expression you couldn’t fully decipher. In any constellation, it had been months since you had seen the man this energetic.

Usually, when Bo would come back from his long days in the guest house, he’d tend to be exhausted. Often just giving you a quick kiss before collapsing onto the mattress.

His blue eyes softening towards you as he extends his hand for you to take. Which made you realize that there was an ounce of seriousness in his actions.

Your hands fitting perfectly in his as he pulls you up from the bed, one hand making sure to hold the small of your back.

“Where are we going?” you breathe out.

Bo remained silent, but you found out soon enough as he led you outside to the guest house.

You had stopped dead in your tracks, causing him to do the same. Eyes widening as you realized what was gonna happen, turning to Bo and giving him the biggest grin you could muster.

From the minute he had set foot in the guest house to begin his special, he had been very secretive about it. Something about how it helped him to create something that no one really knew about.

I mean, you had some idea when the UPS trucks kept delivering camera equipment. Or when he had asked if he could take some of your clothes. Other than that, though, top secret.

It had been about roughly a little over a year when he had started the special. A year of emotions and hard work, and by the looks of it.

It seemed as though he had finished.

“Wait are you doing what I think you are doing?” you say, looking at him expectedly.

“Shit babe you catch on quick. Yes, if we are on the same mindset. I think we are, now hush, or I’ll never get to show you it.” Bo instructs before leading you inside.

In all honesty, you didn’t know what to expect. The last time you had seen the guest house had been roughly two years ago. Now? It looked completely different.

Wires and different camera equipment lay waste on the floor, making it almost a hazard. Other lights of various types and sizes filled the room like mini metal trees. It looked disorganized and yet organized at the same time.

Yet Bo walked through the maze of equipment with ease, almost as if it wasn’t even there. You smiled before tiptoeing to the clearing that Bo had made for you.

“Yeah apologies, I wasn’t expecting company.” Bo smirks as you break into laughter.

“It looks…well it looks well used.” you reply, getting comfortable on the chair he had provided.

In front of you sat a projection on the wall of what seemed to be an editing software. You looked back at Bo with an eager grin; he gives you a slight wink.

Anticipation settling in the air as you watched him mess around with the monitor. Until his cursor finally presses on a folder and a video screen pulls up.

You half expected him to sit beside you. Still, instead, he remains behind the computer, amongst his sea of technological instruments and cameras.

“Y/N, I’m showing this to you. Simply because you deserve to see why I’ve been so busy for like a year or more. Plus, you mean the world to me and I wanna know your input.”

Bo says softly. You can detect a hint of nerves in his actions and tone; you practically melt, realizing that was he anxious. Regardless you knew without a shadow of a doubt you were gonna love whatever he puts out.

You open your mouth to reply before he presses play, and an eerie ringing fills the room. Music filling your senses as the special, titled Inside, plays before you.

The next hour or two fills you with a multitude of emotions that you can’t quite place. It seemed like Bo was making you laugh seconds ago, and now you can’t help but feel tears well up in your eyes.

Cinematically it was stunning, breathtaking even. It was hard to believe that Bo had turned the little guest house into a studio. Or at least to the extent that it became, with its gorgeous displays and production.

Performance-wise, it was a completely different ballpark. Bo fucking delivered in more ways than one, whether in humor or just pure raw emotion.

Acting or not, it broke your heart to see the man you loved so dearly in the state that he was in. Of course, you could tell something was up even then when he was filming, but he never gave away the extent of it.

Just hearing him cry made your stomach twist in knots; you wanted to comfort him. Only to be reminded that it was just merely a video of him.

Even at the moment, it took you everything not to look back at Bo; you knew how much he valued your attention. Plus, you wanted to experience the special in full, just as you would if he were on stage.

The special wasn’t the same as his others, but it was well needed for a time like this. It felt personal and introspective, but it was also oh so clever and in-depth. You adored it and the time and effort that he had put into it.

As the credits rolled out and you saw an acknowledgment for your name, your heart soared.

You knew that the two of you had worked hard to be there for each other the past year. Especially with everything that was going on and Bo working most of the time.

To know that you had helped him in any shape or form. It just meant a lot, in more ways than he’d ever know.

The lights in the room flickered on as if he had made a make-shift movie theatre. You wiped away any stray tears, and before he could even say anything, you ran into his arms.

Bo jolting back in surprise before accepting the embrace and holding you tighter into his chest. His head resting gently on top of yours due to his taller stature.

“God I love you so much, more than you’ll ever know. I seriously don’t know if I would’ve made it out alive this past year if I didn’t have you.” he croaked into your hold.

It took you a second to realize that the man was crying, and you pulled away to meet his eyes. Your fingers brushing away his tears before reaching up to give him a kiss.

His figure bending down just a tad to meet your lips as he kisses you back sweetly. It’s light and yet so filled with passion for making up for what time that had been lost.

Yet as he looks down at you, a smile etching across his lips. As he asks you about what your thoughts are on his special, he already knows your response.

Unbeknownst to you, he had recorded your entire viewing experience. Of course, if he were to ever share it anywhere, he’d ask your permission, but it was apparent.

Even as you told him how much you loved it and how much you enjoyed it. You knew that he knew that you understood the special the way he had intended it.

It was one of the many things that made him adore you endlessly. You meant the world to him.

“We should celebrate babe! Maybe order a pizza or something.” you exclaim, arms still wrapped around his neck in your embrace.

“We definitely should, but what pizza places are open at this hour?” Bo smirks as you give him a slight frown.

“I don’t know, that’s a good question.” you hesitate.

“Actually I do know one place that’s really good and delivers.” Bo whispers seductively up against your ear.

You giggle and gesture for him to continue as he swiftly pulls away from your hold. His hand outstretched for you to take once again as he leads you towards the house. Or, more importantly, towards your bedroom.

“Me.”

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Bo sat anxiously beside you as his fingers lingered over the ‘post’ button on his different social media accounts.

The post in question was a video that he stitched together of you watching the special. With your consent, of course.

It had been edited together to be vague enough that he wouldn’t spoil the special. But nonetheless, it was sweet, and he totally made sure to include you tearing up in it.

You made it a priority to tackle him for that one.

The video was sweet and short, but it got the intended message across, and you personally loved it, just like you loved Bo and the special.

“Any-day now Robert.” you tease as you hold his one hand in yours.

“Do you think that they’ll wanna watch it?” he whispers quietly.

“Of course they will, it’s you. Baby you are so talented, your fans will be so excited.” you reassure.

Bo sighs before squeezing your one hand tightly before pressing the button. And letting Inside out into the world.

[aereres]

Ready - Sidney Crosby

Summary: Sidney Crosby - ex NHL star, the new coach of the Pittsburgh Penguins, the man every woman could wish for, a proud father. His daughter, Lily, is his ray of sunlight, the person he'll always love unconditionally, and when his new girlfriend walks in the picture, things take a turn.

A/N: @beauvibaby​ received an ask about this amazing concept and let me write something about it! Thank you sm girl! ❤️ Definitely not one of my best works or something I’m really proud of, but I decided to publish it anyway

Word Count: 7,4k

Warnings: talks of divorce and absent parent, swearing, mentions and allusions to sex, shitty ass writing

Nerves were eating you alive as you waited on the Crosby household’s front steps, your heart hammering against your ribcage. It wasn’t the new environment - you had been inside the mansion many times before - but rather the new acquaintance you were going to make.

She was a character constantly mentioned throughout the first stages of yours and Sidney’s relationship, a really important character. Lily - short for Elizabeth - was Sidney Crosby’s fourteen-year-old daughter, and as much as it scared you to meet your boyfriend’s daughter for the first time, you couldn’t avoid it any longer.

The front door opened quickly, snapping you out of your anxiety-induced trance to meet Sidney’s dark eyes, the smile on his face reassuring you just lightly. “Hi,” he said, voice gentle as always as he took in your sundress-clad body. “Come in, sweetheart,”

The cake you had made for the occasion was slipped out of your hands after a quick second, and Sidney’s hands were soft on your skin as he led you towards the kitchen with a hand on your smaller back.

“Smells good,” you whispered, leaning on the tip of your toes to press a kiss to his cheek. You let your head rest on his shoulder as you looked around the house again, remembering the familiar couch where you had cuddled together many times before, but also the kitchen aisle where more than just breakfast had happened.

Your cheeks heated up as the memories replayed in your head, extremely not appropriate for that moment. You were just about to meet his daughter, why were you thinking about your private time with him?!

“Dad, Kailynn is asking if I can go to her sleepover on Friday,” an unfamiliar voice said from the distance, the sound of footsteps making you panic. You distanced yourself from Sidney, smoothing the material of your sundress just before the younger girl walked inside the kitchen, her eyes focused on her phone.

“Lily-”

“Please? There won’t be any boys, I promise,” she interrupted her father, head still down to face her device.

“Lily, this is my girlfriend, Y/N,” Sidney’s words seemed to snap her attention towards him, her eyes settling on you before giving you a once-over. “Y/N, this is my daughter, Lily,”

“Hi,” you smiled her way, her hand shaking yours hesitantly as she analyzed you. “It’s so nice to meet you, Lily,”

She didn’t reciprocate your words, keeping silent as she sat down at the dining table, looking down at her phone again. You bit your lip, holding back a saddened sigh as you stayed by Sidney’s side, playing with your fingers.

He seemed to sense your discomfort, pushing you closer to his side as he finished cooking, plating the food for the three of you in silence. You found yourself sitting in front of Lily a few minutes later, her eyes looking at you as you awkwardly ate, your hands cold.

“Lily, will you stop that?” Sidney scolded her, dropping his fork on the table as he faced his daughter.

“Stop what?”

“Making things awkward,” he sighed, shaking his head as he poured you a glass of water. “How was school today?”

“Normal,” she mumbled, picking at her peas as she chewed on some salmon. “So, how did you two meet?”

“Oh-” your eyes widened, not ready for her question. “I work as a physiotherapist for the Penguins,”

“So you met at work?”

“Yes,” you nodded your head, taking a sip of your water to push down the lump in your throat.

“Are you in like, college or something?” Lily mumbled, making her father sigh out loudly.

“Elizabeth-”

“She just looks really young, dad!” Lily exclaimed, giving you another once-over as she waited for your answer.

“It’s fine,” you smiled Sidney’s way reassuringly. “I’m twenty-seven, I graduated college a couple of years ago,”

“Dad, what the hell?!”

Your eyes snapped up from your plate when she raised her voice, staring right at her father with anger as she waited for an answer. “She’s basically half your age!”

“Don’t talk about her like that,” Sidney warned her. “I can easily call Kailynn’s mom and tell her you’re not going to the sleepover if you don’t drop the attitude,”

“Whatever, I’m not hungry anymore,” she spat out, pushing her plate away before folding her arms over her chest, a scowl on her face as she glared at you. “Can I be excused?”

“No,” Sidney said, clenching his jaw before muttering his next words. “Y/N was kind enough to make your favorite cake, so you’re not excused,”

“Cheesecake?”

“Yes,” you breathed out, sending her a quick smile as you stood up to grab the container inside their fridge. “Your father told me you’ve always liked it,”

She hummed absentmindedly as you helped Sidney take the almost-cleared plates to the kitchen, focusing on the dessert just a few minutes later. You handed her a slice, cutting yourself and Sidney your own pieces as she tasted the cake, an unimpressed look on her face.

“It good, Lily?” Sidney asked with a smile, pressing a small kiss to your cheek when you handed him his plate. She took a few seconds to respond, standing up from her chair and grabbing her phone from her back pocket, checking the notifications before looking up at you and Sidney again.

“Mom’s recipe will always be better,”

She was out of the dining room just seconds later, leaving a saddened you and a pissed-off Sidney on your own. “Elizabeth!” Sidney yelled after the teenager, clenching his jaw when he got no response.

You sighed out as you ran a hand through your hair, sitting down to enjoy your cake in silence as you tried not to get too affected by Elizabeth’s behavior. “Y/N, I’m so sorry,” Sidney whispered, shaking his head as he sat down next to you, his hand grasping yours on top of the table. “I don’t know what’s gotten into her, she’s never been like that,”

“It’s okay, Sid,” you smiled sadly, putting your feelings aside for one moment to send him a smile. “I probably should have paid more attention to what I was saying,”

“It’s not your fault, sweetheart,” he whispered. “I’ll go talk to her later. Now, let’s enjoy some cake,”

You smiled his way before you pushed your fork to your lips, another bite of the dessert filling your mouth. Your mind moved elsewhere as you thought about the events of the night, and how much Lily’s words had affected you.

You were sure there was more to her, that maybe it just wasn’t the right time. You were convinced she was actually as amazing as Sidney had described her to be: kind, always smiling, the best daughter anybody could ask for.

Thinking about everything Sidney had said about her really made you realize just how close the two of them were, just how much he cared about her. So you gave yourself a mission, a goal.

You were going to make her change her mind about you.

-----

“And God, he was so rude!” You giggled, head resting against Sidney’s chest as you pushed a raspberry in your mouth. “Like, I just asked for this ointment and he literally side-eyed me,”

Sidney chuckled, letting his hand smooth the skin of your thigh as his eyes held yours, fondly smiling your way. “And what did you do?”

“I just paid and left. What else could I do?” You spoke, running a hand through your hair as your eyes focused back on the TV, where a quite boring reality show was playing. “How was work?”

“The usual,” Sidney stated, one of his hands linking with yours as he kept silent, eyes definitely elsewhere. “Evelyn called last night,”

Evelyn. Lily’s mother.

“Said she needed another check to take care of Lily,” Sid sighed, rubbing his forehead as he thought about the conversation again. “My checks are always abundant, generally more than what she could spend for Lily on the weekend, so I don’t get it,”

You sighed, your thumb caressing the back of his hand as the room fell silent. You had wished many times to learn about their situation, just why he had become a single father at such a young age, or why Evelyn had always been barely mentioned throughout the various months spent together.

It was always a silent wish, though, something you kept to yourself. Sidney needed to bring the conversation out on his own, whenever he felt ready. And you were willing to wait.

“I’m home!”

“Hey, Lily,” Sidney called back, muting the TV as you heard various items hitting the floor of the entrance hall. “How was tutoring?”

“Boring,” she sighed, her footsteps coming closer to the living room second after second. By the time she reached the doorway, her eyes found yours, her rather smiley face turning into a frown. “She’s here,”

“Hi,” you smiled, ignoring her glare and Sidney’s clenched jaw. “I brought some snacks, they’re in the kitchen if you’re hungry,”

“No, thank you,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. “I’ll be in my room,”

With that, she was out of the room, running up the stairs before Sidney could even try to get mad at her. He sighed, rolling his head back against the couch as he closed his eyes. “I’m sorry about that,” he mumbled, his free hand playing with the ends of your hair as you pushed yourself closer to his body. “I’ve talked to her after dinner, the other day, and I was hoping she’d stop,”

“It’s okay, Sid. I get her,” you whispered, planting a sweet kiss on his cheek as you looked into his dark eyes. “I’d be like that too, if I was in her place,”

Sidney fell silent again, your eyes scanning his face as he focused on the wall in front of him, a serious look on his face. “Hey, mister serious,” you mumbled, positioning yourself on his lap as your hands cupped his cheek, bringing his lips to yours. “Don’t worry about it, okay?”

“Okay,” he said with a sigh, stealing another kiss from your lips before you could pull yourself off his lap. “Where are you going, babe?”

“I’ve got dinner with my friend Sarah,” you reminded him, slipping on your shoes in a rush as you felt his eyes on you.

“Right,” he said, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you closer, your body standing between his spread legs. “Call me later?”

“Of course,” you whispered, leaning down to kiss him once more, struggling to pull away when his hands wandered to your ass. “Hands off, mister. I’m going to be late,”

“I know, I know,” he mumbled, pecking your lips again. “I love you,”

Your heart still hammered against your ribcage whenever he mentioned those three words, no matter how many times you heard them coming from him. “I love you, too,”

Before you could leave the house, you noticed that one of the bags of chips you had brought over was missing. Specifically, the one brand Sidney had told you Lily loved, and you were sure it was still there before the teen came home. She took it.

You left the Crosby household with a smile, that afternoon.

-

“What? No,” you scoffed, digging your fork in your salad as you looked at your friend. “Sarah, drop it. She’s not a brat,”

“Well, it sounds like it,” she rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her wine before she kept the conversation going. “She’s been giving you hell ever since she met you,”

“But I get her,” you admitted. “I’m crossing her territory and she’s not happy to have me there, especially since I’m dating her father,”

“She literally mentioned your age gap as if you were still underage dating her father, Y/N,” Sarah spat out, her eyebrows raised as she spoke the truth, a sigh leaving your lips. “Didn’t she mention she didn’t like your cake? Where did her manners go?”

“She said her mother’s recipe would always be better,” you mumbled, pushing your food around the plate as you really thought about the situation.

“She basically told you your cake sucks,” Sarah said, honesty coming out of her words as she stared at you. “Y/N, you deserve better than that, come on,”

Biting your lip, you sighed. Sarah was right, you didn’t deserve Lily’s treatment, and you didn’t want Sidney’s relationship with Lily to be destroyed all because of you. That was a nightmare that, in some ways, often kept you up at night. You would have never forgiven yourself, if you ruined Sid’s relationship with his own daughter.

“Listen, I’m in love with Sidney,” you admitted, running a hand through your hair. “And I will try my best to make things work between Lily and me,”

“That’s good,” Sarah mumbled. “But I still think you deserve to be treated better, especially by a girl half your age,”

“I know,” you sighed. Silence set between you and your best friend as you ate in silence, both of you clearly in your own thoughts.

“You did deliver a hot guy, though,” Sarah started, holding back laughter when you giggled. “I mean, a total DILF, so I get you,”

“Sarah!”

-----

You were humming under your breath, getting the studio clean and tidy at the end of the day with a smile on your face. It was Friday - almost the weekend - and you wanted nothing more than to go home, enjoy a glass of wine in front of the TV, and maybe even chat a little with Sidney, if he was free.

There was something about the weekend that had always made you happy, ever since you were a kid. In elementary school, you were able to spend entire Saturdays and Sundays outside with your neighbors, playing together until the sun would go down; in middle school, you used to take Saturdays to go out with your friends; while in high school, the weekend would be the only free time for awkward dates.

The weekends had taken a turn in college, where you’d get hammered on Friday nights, and spend the rest of your free days trying to recover from the hangover with your friends. They’d become messy, headache-filled, but still the best days of your life.

A knock on the opened door snapped you out of your nostalgic trance, making you sharply turn around to see Sidney standing by the threshold, a smile on his face. “Hey,”

“Hi, coach,” you smiled, his body embracing yours in a soft hug as he pressed a swift kiss to the top of your head. “What are you doing here?”

“Just came by to see you before I leave,” he mumbled, his face settling in the crook of your neck as he let his lips press a few kisses on your neck. You hummed, leaning into his touch as his hands inched closer to your hips, pulling you firm against his toned chest. There wasn’t room for words as he turned you around, his mouth finding yours hungrily as the two of you acted like teenagers again.

His lips were soft, but their movements were anything but gentle. You had to refrain yourself from letting out a whine - remembering you were still at your workplace and that people were still most certainly around - as your hands made their way in his hair, his arms picking you up and propping you on your desk.

“Come back to mine,” he whispered, breathing uneven as he pushed some strands of hair out of your face.

“What about Lily?” You asked, biting on your bottom lip as he leaned down to press a few other kisses on the side of your neck.

“She’s at her mother’s,” he grumbled, his lips finding yours again in another heated kiss as you smiled, arms wrapping around his neck as you enjoyed another moment with him. Your legs wrapped themselves around his waist, pulling him closer to you just as his hands started to undo the first few buttons of your blouse.

His head dipped to the newfound skin, your head lulling back as pleasure shot down to your core, your mind not thinking straight anymore. His mouth was on yours again after just a few minutes, his hands gentle on your lower back as he kept you close.

His phone was what snapped the two of you out of your trance, your bodies parting as he tugged the device out of his pocket, his brows furrowing when he saw who was calling. There was no hesitation when he accepted the call, his phone pressed to his ear immediately.

“Lily? What’s wrong?”

Your eyes met his worried ones at the mention of his daughter, waiting for any kind of information as he kept silent. “She hasn’t come to pick you up?!” He spoke, clearly angry. Your legs clenched at the sound of his pissed-off voice, but you forced yourself to put the heated making-out session behind you and focus on the moment. “Lily, practice ended an hour and a half ago,”

They exchanged a few other words before Sidney sighed a quick ‘I’m on my way’, pushing his phone back in his pocket as he helped you down the desk. “C’mon, let’s go,”

“You want me to come?” You hesitantly asked, knowing it probably wasn’t the best to intrude between him and Lily.

“Please,” he sighed under his breath, rubbing his forehead as you buttoned up your blouse again. “I’m so sorry, I ruined everything,”

“Hey, hey,” you were in front of him in a second, cupping his cheeks as your eyes met. “It’s no big deal. Let’s go get her now,”

He nodded his head, waiting for you to lock the office before the two of you were headed towards his car, speeding off through the streets of Pittsburgh in silence. Sidney seemed tense, gripping the steering wheel tightly as he stopped the car in front of the gym, where his daughter was standing. When she opened the backseat door, you heard the soft thud of her duffle bag hitting the car floor, soon followed by her silently sitting down.

“You should have called earlier, Elizabeth,” Sidney sighed after starting the car again, his voice slightly rising. “It’s cold outside, why did you even stay there waiting?”

“Can we not have this conversation in front of your girlfriend? Thanks,” Lily muttered, clearly annoyed at your presence. You repressed a sigh, the car filling with silence as you looked out of the window.

“Lily, it’s dark outside, God knows what could have happened to you!” Sidney yelled, carding a hand through his hair as he stopped at a red light, his emotions getting the best of him. “I need you to answer me. Why didn’t you call me?”

Elizabeth stayed in silence, arms folded over her chest as she looked straight ahead, eyes on the street. Silence set between the teenager and her father as he waited for an answer, his jaw clenching as he kept his eyes on the road, almost home. “Elizabeth?”

“I thought she was going to come and get me!” She yelled. “I wanted her to come and get me!”

Sidney had just parked inside their garage, and with her last words, she left the car. She shut the door angrily, leaving you and her father on your own inside the vehicle in silence. A sigh left his lips as he rubbed his face with the palms of his hands, clearly tired.

He hopped out of the car after a few minutes, helping you out of your seat as you silently made your way inside the Crosby household. Lily was nowhere to be seen, the living room was silent, and so was the kitchen. You guessed she was in her room, the place you had learned she loved the most.

Sidney didn’t talk much throughout the night, exchanging a few words with you just to order dinner and to ask you to stay the night. It was a no-brainer for you, with a whispered ‘yes’ you smiled his way, feeling reassured when he sent you a small smile back.

He seemed to be unreadable, no kind of emotion showing as he mumbled something about going to take a shower, his voice barely a mumble. Lily’s plate of food was sitting in front of you, her chair empty. It felt quite lonely to sit on your own at an empty table.

You grabbed her plate, walking towards the kitchen to heat it up as you let your thoughts crowd your mind, a long sigh leaving your lips. It was clear that with her words she wanted to express how much she wished for her mother to actually take care of her, to treat her like a daughter.

You dragged yourself up the stairs with her plate in one of your hands, your nerves yelling at you to go back downstairs. When you were faced with her door, you studied the banner with her name attached to it: it was a deep shade of purple, definitely a big contrast to the white wood of the door.

With your last ounce of courage of the night, you knocked on her door. “Lily? I brought you food,”

There was no answer from her, so you took it upon yourself to leave her plate on the floor, guessing she might have wanted to eat on her own. You headed towards the master bedroom soon after, closing the door behind yourself when you saw Sidney standing inside the ensuite, only clad in a pair of boxers.

You walked up to him, circling his waist with your arms as you let your cheek rest against his back. “I brought her food,” you whispered, pressing a kiss on his shoulder blade.

“Thank you,” Sidney sighed, letting one of his hands slip inside yours. “For everything,”

“Don’t worry about it,”

You stayed like that for a while, your body close to his as he got himself ready for bed, parting only when you decided to take a shower, too. When you climbed in bed next to him, he seemed to be snapped out of a trance, his arms embracing you in a hug.

“I can’t believe Evelyn didn’t pick her up,” Sid sighed, burying his face in your hair. “It was clear in court, she needs to take care of her daughter,”

“Why is she so distant with Lily?” You asked, voice as thin as a whisper as you traced the prints on his shirt with the pad of your index finger.

“I have no idea,” Sidney mumbled. “Ever since we got divorced it’s like she hates the kid that we’ve both created,”

He stayed in silence for a while, carding a hand through your hair as he wondered whether it was a good time to let you inside his life even more, to talk about his past and tell you one of the most important stories of his life. The story of his daughter.

“You know, we wanted her,” Sidney started after pushing all his internal worrying aside. “We had been married for a year, and we were ready for a baby. Evelyn fell pregnant after a few months of trying and we were more than happy to finally build a family.

“Lily was born a little earlier than expected, but she was healthy, and we were happy. I spent almost an entire year off, I was training but not going to games, while Evelyn worked from home, we were organized.

“By the time Lily started elementary school, I went back to playing hockey full-time but Evelyn wasn’t happy with it anymore, so she decided to get a divorce. I- I didn’t think she was feeling that way, I felt so shocked,” he mumbled, his arms tightening around your body. “We went to court, I was able to see Lily only during the weekends, and I could tell she wasn’t happy with her mom.

“I had teachers calling me, telling me nobody had picked her up, or that she had no lunch for the day. Lily even went as far as to say something about the entire situation to a friend, who later told her mom, who told the teacher that later enlightened me about the fact that my kid wasn’t being treated right by her own mother,” he sighed, your eyes veiled by a layer or tears at the heartbreaking story.

“So I dragged her to court and I was able to get custody of Lily on the weekdays. Truly the best day of my life after the day Lily was born,” Sidney spoke, his fingers drawing shapes on your smaller back as silence filled the room again.

“You’re a good father, Sid,” you whispered, letting your forehead rest against his. “Don’t ever think otherwise,”

He stayed in silence, carding a hand through his messy curls before settling your body on top of his, his hands oh so gentle on your skin. “It’s late, we should probably go to sleep,” he mumbled, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on your lips. You nodded your head, agreeing with him as you let your head rest against his chest, hearing the sound of his heartbeat. “Good night, sweetheart,”

“Good night,” you whispered, keeping your eyes open for a little longer when he turned off the lights. Sidney seemed scared: scared to not give a good enough life to his daughter, scared that Lily might not feel loved, scared that it could be his fault.

He didn’t deserve it, was what you thought before falling in a deep slumber, wishing he and Lily could feel better by the time dawn rolled around.

-----

“And where exactly do you think you’re going?”

Sidney’s voice snapped your eyes away from your laptop, making you face Lily standing in the middle of the entrance hall. She was wearing a yellow sundress, dark hair pulled up in a ponytail as she slipped on a pair of sneakers, ready to leave the house.

“What do you mean?” She called, facing her father with a confused look. “I have that date? With the brother of the little girl I tutor?”

“A what?!”

You gripped Sidney’s hand over the table when he slightly raised his voice, side-eyeing him as the teenager’s eyebrows furrowed. “A date,” she repeated. “Dad, I asked you last week if I could go, and you said yes,”

Sidney’s own eyebrows furrowed, making you notice all the similarities the two of them shared just then. Even if Sidney’s hair had silver streaks, Lily shared the same dark shade of curls; you could often see them using the same facial expressions, from the confused looks, to the way their noses would scrunch up any time something didn’t make sense to them. Lily was Sidney’s copy, and the best way to really notice it was during arguments, as bad as it sounded.

“Well, I probably wasn’t in my right mind, back then,” he spat out. “You can take your shoes off, you’re not leaving the house,”

“Dad!”

“Elizabeth, you’re too young to go on dates,” Sidney spoke, his palm leaving yours when he folded his arms over his chest. “I don’t even know who this guy is!”

“Dad, you literally know his parents,” Lily whined, carding a hand through her hair as she sighed out. “And we’re only going out for ice-cream,”

“I don’t care,” Sidney stated, stubbornly keeping eye contact with his daughter. “You’re not going out with him, and I won’t change my mind,”

“Sidney,” you scolded him, his eyes moving towards yours as he turned around to face you.

“What? Don’t you agree with me?” He asked, Lily’s distant footsteps making you realize she had gone to her room.

“She’s almost fifteen, Sid, and it’s just an ice-cream date,” you sighed, lifting your eyebrows slightly at his clenched jaw. “I went on my first date when I was her age, and it went just fine,”

Sidney kept silent after your confession, staring straight ahead of himself as you looked at him, waiting for any kind of reaction. Lily had seemed to be hurt by his words, especially since she looked more than happy to go on her first-ever date, and you at least wanted him to realize that.

“Sid?”

“Fine,” he grumbled, sighing heavily as bit the insides of his cheek. “She can go, but only if we tag along,”

You jokingly rolled your eyes at his rule, standing up from your chair to press a swift kiss to his cheek. “I’ll go talk to her,” you whispered, ignoring the way your heartbeat had just picked up at the thought of having an actual conversation with Lily again.

By the time you reached her bedroom door, you were more than nervous. Your hand was shaking as you knocked on the door, waiting for any kind of response from her. “Lily?”

“Y/N, go away. This is not the right moment,” you heard her say, voice strained and distant.

“Lily, I need to talk to you,” you gently said, playing with your fingers. “Can I come in?”

There wasn’t a proper verbal answer, but the door snapped open after a few seconds of shuffling, and you quietly entered the dimly lit room. It felt strange to walk into her personal world, her room representing her in some kind of way.

A large bookcase filled with novels caught your attention from the start, a smile forming on your lips when you noticed the fairy lights that gave the room its quite cozy vibe. Lily was laying on her bed, face buried in her pillow as she stayed in silence, only sniffles coming from her.

“Lily-”

“I just don’t get it,” she sniffled, sitting up as she wiped a few tears from her cheeks. “I asked him, and he was okay with it,”

You felt shocked at how open she was, considering just how much she didn’t want anything to do with you, but sat down next to her. “What was he doing when you asked him?”

“He was on the phone,” she admitted after a beat, playing with her hands in her lap when you sighed, knowing that Sidney was never as concentrated as he usually was when he was on the phone with someone. “But I thought he had put the other person on hold, and that he was listening to me,”

“I know how you feel, Lily,” you admitted, smiling softly at her as you stood up and reached for her mascara sitting on her desk. “When I was your age, my dad was really protective of me, too,”

“He was a little pissed off when I asked him if I could go on a date,” you mumbled, lifting her chin up gently as you opened the small bottle. “But my mom made him change my mind, and I was able to go play bowling with the weird kid that sat behind me in Spanish class,”

Lily suppressed a giggle. “And how did it go?”

“It was really awkward. Never went on another date with him, after that,” you laughed, applying a light layer of makeup on her lashes carefully as she looked up at you. “And you’re ready to go,”

“What do you mean?”

“C’mon get up,” you smiled, holding out a hand to her as you stood up from your spot on the bed. “Your dad is allowing you to go,”

“What?!” The smile on her face was priceless when she processed your words. “Really?”

“At only one condition,” you lifted up a finger, jokingly mocking Sidney’s voice. “You can go, but only if we tag along,”

Lily giggled, nodding her head as she slipped her shoes back on, a smile on her lips as she did so. You were about to leave the room in silence to get ready yourself, but Elizabeth’s voice stopped you.

“Y/N?” She called for you, voice hesitant. Your eyes met, a frown forming on her lips as she tied her shoes. “I’m sorry, for everything,”

“It’s fine, Lily,” you whispered, sending her a reassuring smile.

“It’s not,” was all she said as she stood up. “I wasn’t ready to see my dad with someone else, and you came in, and you’re so perfect, and I don’t know why I acted that way,”

You wrapped your arms around her at her confession, her body reciprocating the hug in just a few seconds as comfortable silence filled the room. You had to hold back a tear as you pulled back, smiling down at her. “We’re fine, Lily,” you whispered. “Now, it’s better if we get going. Don’t wanna be late, do we?”

She smiled up at you, shaking her head before looking back inside her room, mumbling something about having to find her purse. As you made your way down the staircase, the sight of Sidney standing by the front door with a beaten-up look met your eyes, making you chuckle. “Is she okay?” Was all he asked, his hand finding yours when you stepped in front of him.

“More than okay, now that she gets to go on her date,” you whispered, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his lips.

“Are we ready?” Lily yelled from the stairs, a happy smile on her lips as she made her way down in a rush, throwing herself in her father’s arms quickly before opening the door.

“We are,” Sidney spoke, smiling at her silent way of thanking him as he followed her outside, dragging you along by the hand. The drive was filled with soft music from the radio and excited giggles coming from Lily, and by the time you reached the parlor, the teenager was more than ready to throw herself out of the car.

Sidney was about to follow her - probably to have some words with the guy - but you stopped him, a hand on his bicep as you made eye contact. He sighed, understanding what you meant with just a look of your eyes, sitting back in the driver’s seat.

“Have fun, Lily!” You cheered, sending her a smile as she shut her door, waving towards the two of you as she walked away.

The smile on your face didn’t leave as you took a look at Sidney, who was focusing on the rearview mirror a little too much, trying to see Lily and her date and what was happening.

“Oh, Sidney,” you laughed, slipping your hand in his to give his palm a squeeze. “Let them at least grab ice-cream, before you judge the guy,”

“Hey! I’m not judging anyone!” He scoffed, smiling your way when he saw the look of fondness on your face, your hands cupping his cheeks before you leaned in for a kiss.

“Sure, mister serious,”

-----

The sound of the Penguins’ game playing on Sidney’s TV was filling the living room quite loudly, your eyes following the movements on the screen as you mindlessly stuffed your mouth with popcorn.

It was a Thursday night that would have been perfect, if Sidney was home. He had been in Vancouver for two weeks, instead, so far away from you it almost hurt. You had grown so accustomed to his presence around the mansion, after moving in with him and Lily, that it physically hurt to see him leave, even if it was just for a few days.

The house always felt quite empty when it was missing his laughter, or his music that Lily couldn’t stand, or even his booming voice when he heatedly spoke on the phone. In some way, every single part of you was missing him. Sitting in front of the TV on your own often made you realize that: just how lost you felt without him, without his presence, or his support.

On the other hand, Lily was the ray of sunshine that made your days just a little better, when he wasn’t around. Maybe it was the bubbly personality that she had slowly shown you, or maybe the inside jokes you had grown to share.

Lily had opened up to you after the ice-cream date - and even when you had thought things between you and her still felt quite tense, the smile on her face when Sidney had told her you were going to move in was enough to make you think otherwise.

Sidney appeared on the screen for a quick second, but the sound of the front door snapping shut was what brought you out of your thoughts, a smile on your face when you realized Lily had finally come home.

“Hey, Lily!” You got no response from her, only hearing her shoes hitting the floor before she made her way towards the living room. “How was tutoring?”

“Good, until James decided to be a dick,” she sighed, flopping on the couch with her eyebrows furrowed.

“James as in your-almost-boyfriend? The one from the date?” You asked in shock, pushing popcorn in your mouth when Lily nodded her head. “No way,”

“I was doing maths with his little sister, and he had the great idea to interrupt us by coming in with his friends,” Lily started to explain, clearly pissed off at her peer. “They were screaming and it was so hard to hear the little girl talk,”

You shook your head in annoyance, handing her the bowl of popcorns as you focused for a second on the TV, checking the score. The Penguins were winning, but the Canucks weren’t ready to surrender.

“Eventually, they calmed down and went to the living room,” Lily continued. “But I heard them talk about some bet, and it didn’t take a while for it to click in my brain,”

“A bet?!”

“A bet, that’s all the date was!” she repeated, nodding her head at your shocked face as she let her arms fold over her chest. “I confronted him about it and he even tried to play nice and act as if he had been forced to do it!”

“No way,” you whispered, jaw slack as you watched her for any kind of reaction. “I’m so sorry, L,”

“It’s fine,” she huffed, stealing a handful of popcorns as she gave her phone a quick look. “It’s not like he was the best almost-boyfriend anyway,”

You giggled, pulling her closer as the two of you silently watched the game, your heart skipping a beat every time they showed a concentrated version of Sidney - hair perfectly styled and suit neatly ironed.

He seemed tense, eyebrows furrowed as he shared a few words with the team, or watched his players skate around the rink. His concentrated look was something you had fallen for, painting his face so many times on a daily basis you sometimes got worried his muscles got stuck.

Sidney Crosby was fascinating, to say the least.

“Don’t tell dad, though,” Lily whispered from your side, still thinking about what had happened with James. “He already didn’t want me to go on the date with him, if he had to know about this, he’d probably kill James,”

��I won’t, don’t worry,” you whispered back, carding a hand through her hair just as the Canucks scored, making the both of you groan out in unison.

“Oh no,” Lily sighed, giggling soon after. “He’s gonna talk about this goal for the next week, I’m so sure,”

“He is,” you agreed, holding back a chuckle as you stood up from the couch, heading towards the kitchen to grab more snacks for the two of you. “Ready for girls’ night?”

“We’re having girls’ night?” Lily asked, a smile on her face as she looked at you.

“It’s always girls’ night, when your dad’s not home,” you winked, coming back with enough chips and candy to keep you full for an entire weekend. She giggled at your words, shaking her head before heading upstairs to get changed.

As you got settled while waiting for her, you hoped to stay awake just enough to be able to see Sidney. He was supposed to be home early the next morning, and you were willing to stay up the entire night on your own if it meant you’d get to hug him as soon as he’d be back.

When Elizabeth came back down the stairs in her pajamas, she said the words that in some way, reminded you of Sidney. They left his mouth just so often, and you had connected the phrase to him.

“Are we ready?”

You smiled up at the teen, nodding your head as she sat down next to you, draping a blanket over her legs. “Ready,”

-

The sound of Lily’s bedroom door opening woke you up from your deep slumber, your eyes struggling to adapt to the still dark room as Sidney’s frame sat on the bed next to your half-asleep body.

Lily was still lightly snoring by your side, one of her arms holding the bag of chips she had been nursing before falling asleep, the other draped over your stomach. “Hi, baby,” Sidney whispered, carding a hand through your hair as you snuggled your head closer to his thigh.

“Hi,” you whispered back, breathing in his scent as you relished in his closeness. “I missed you,”

“I missed you two more,” he said, bending down to press a quick peck to the top of your head, soon moving towards Lily’s. He stayed in silence for a few moments, your sleepy eyes holding his as you relaxed. He was finally home.

“Let’s get you to bed, sweetheart,” he whispered after a beat, lifting you up in his arms effortlessly just as your eyes started to droop again. With your head against his chest, you sighed in content, letting one of your hands touch his warm skin as if to make sure he wasn’t just a dream.

By the time you were carefully let down onto the expensive - and way too soft - comforter, your eyes were still staring up at his. The covers were pulled over your body by Sidney, giving you just enough time to read the digits on the clock standing on his bedside table.

It was well past three in the morning, the moon still shining in the darkness of the night as you tried to keep yourself awake to enjoy a moment with the love of your life after the two weeks spent apart. He had turned his back to you, his opened button-up sitting on his shoulders as he took his wristwatch off, the sight leaving you speechless.

“You should close your eyes, my love,” he spoke, a gentle smile on his lips as he looked at your mirror reflection. “It’s late,”

“I need you close,” was all you whispered, biting on your lip when he finally undressed, joining your body underneath the warmth of the duvet. He pulled you in closer, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss as you tried to keep a few happy tears at bay, way too tired to contain your emotions.

“Sid,” you whispered as soon as you pulled away, catching his attention as he pressed a swift peck to your forehead. “I love you, so much,”

He smiled at you, biting on his lip as his hands rubbed your smaller back. “I love you more, Y/N,”

“I- I feel so empty when you leave,” you admitted, your fingers drawing shapes on his chest as you revealed the feelings you had been developing for months. “You’ve become the best part of me, and I don’t think I could ever be able to live a life without you,”

Sidney was silent as you talked, carding a hand through your hair as he listened to you, trying to impress your words in his mind. “I don’t want to spend my life with anybody else but you and Lily. Fuck, I don’t even know where I would be, if we hadn’t crossed paths.

“I know that maybe it’s too soon, and that it might not be the right time, but I just felt like telling you. You’re the one that I want, for the rest of my life, even when I’m old and ugly,”

Sidney suppressed a chuckle at your words, leaning his forehead against yours as you stopped for a second. “I don’t think you could ever become ugly, darling,” he admitted, his nose touching yours as you giggled softly.

“That’s not my point,” you jokingly slapped his chest, your eyes meeting his again as you formulated your next phrase in your head. “I’ll be waiting for you, Sid. I’ll be here when you’ll be ready,”

He stared at you with a smile as you finished your monologue, his heart beating so fast against your palm it almost got you scared. After splitting with Evelyn, he never thought he’d be ready. He hadn’t been ready to leave the house, the first few days after the divorce. He hadn’t been ready to love someone as much as he had loved Evelyn, until you came along.

It felt like old Sidney came back, when you became part of his life. He was happy, genuinely ready to love again, and you were the angel that made it happen, the reason why he felt ready, after all that time.

“I’m ready,” was everything he said, eyes staring deep into yours as he let his forehead touch yours, his words making your heart leap out of your chest. “I’m ready,”

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[kireimarkeu]

No Contact

+another repost! i did not make any changes to this work.

summary; mark as your secret boyfriend.. but the both of you aren’t very discreet..

i was inspired by this drabble… so cute

5.1k words..

i swear i tried not to make it too long but it was so hard… also the ending is kinda funny lmfao!!!! im so funny

anw i hope you guys enjoyed this…? bc this was so so so fun to make although it’s lowkey kinda empty bc i didn’t want to make it too long!!! but yes hopefully you like it!! okkk bye!! njoy hehehehehe <3

+Day 18 3:32PM

You were holding Mark’s hands tightly, talking happily about anything and everything. 

That was why you loved Mark; he made you feel so comfortable, you could talk to him for hours and never get tired. He’s someone who you would need in a friend group to make everything less awkward. 

“And so, Yeri fell and we all laughed!” you told him, laughing at the old memory. 

You used to work as a choreographer for Red Velvet, but after a while, you decided to stop since it was affecting your studies a lot. While working with SM, you met the boys, and that was how you met the rest of NCT. 

When you didn’t get a response from Mark, you turned to look at Mark, only to find him frozen, staring ahead. 

“Mark?” you call, turning to see what he was staring at. Your eyes widened when you saw Jaehyun and Doyoung crossing the traffic light. “Oh, fuck.”

“Shit,” your boyfriend cursed, “we need to go,” he tells you, tightening his grip on your hand. 

The both of you speed walk to the opposite direction, hoping his members wouldn’t walk the same path as the both of you. Mark let out another string of curses when he saw his members walking behind them. 

Mark suddenly pulled you into a random store, trying to lose his friends. He pulled you deeper in the store, hiding the both of you from the main entrance. 

Your boyfriend was standing so close to you, the proximity making you nervous. You could feel your heart beating quickly as your cheeks flush red. Your hands going up to press them against Mark’s chest, pushing him back slightly. 

Mark didn’t notice, too distracted on finding his friends. When he noticed that he has lost his friends, he pulled away from a breathless you. His hands smoothly pull yours away from his chest. 

“I think they’re gone— wait, why are you so red?”

+Day 24 11:22PM

You were laying on the couch, playing with your phone while your boyfriend worked on some music that he has been writing for the past few days. 

“Mark~” you whine, your eyes were still stuck on your phone. You just wanted to disturb him for fun. 

Suddenly the door of the studio opened, Taeyong stumbling in as he stared at you and Mark in shock. 

“What are you doing here?” Taeyong asks you. 

“Uh…” you drag out, turning to look at your boyfriend for help. He looked at you then he quickly looked back at Taeyong. 

“I was making a new song for our Japan stage and had y/n help me with the choreography and all,” Mark explained, letting out an embarrassed chuckle. 

That was a lie. Well, not really. Mark did need help with the choreography, but at the same time he wanted you to be there to accompany him. Your presence calms him.

Taeyong remained silent as his eyes went back and forth between you and Mark.

“Should I leave?” you ask awkwardly, looking at your boyfriend then back at Taeyong. When you didn’t get a response, you stood up ready to grab your things.

The older man shook his head, “no, no, stay,” he tells you, walking further in, “I just didn’t know the both of you were so close,” he says while taking a seat next to your boyfriend. 

You let out a chuckle, “we’re close, you guys just didn’t know,”

+Day 33 9:02PM

After Taeyong found out how close Mark was with you, he wouldn’t stop inviting you to the dorm to hang out with the rest of the boys. 

“So, what movie are we watching today?” asks Taeyong as he took a seat next to Doyoung. 

You and Mark were seating next to each other. Mark was sitting at the very end while Jaehyun was sitting on the other side of you. Mark and you was sharing a blanket, your hands placed on your lap. 

“Parasite?” suggests Taeil. 

Loud whines filled the room, “we’ve all watched it, Taeil-ah,” whined Johnny. 

“Y/n, have you watched it?” asks Taeyong, turning to look at you. 

You shook your head. You were told it was pretty graphic and scary and you hated anything that has got to do with blood. 

And Mark knew that, so he would always avoid watching scary movies with you. 

“Should we watch it again? Since y/n hasn’t watched it?” suggests Taeyong, looking at the members for confirmation. The rest of the boys nod their head in agreement.

“Hyung,” your boyfriend voices out, “I don’t think—”

“No,” you quickly deny with a smile, “let’s watch it,”

Taeyong shrugs and plays the movie. 

Mark bit his lip.

A few minutes later, you felt your phone vibrate, you noticed it was Mark who has texted you. You turn to look at Jaehyun, making sure he wasn’t looking. You lowered the brightness of your phone before opening Mark’s text message. 

Markie Pooh: will you be okay?

You turn to look at Mark, but he was staring at the TV screen with a straight face. 

You bit back a smile as you typed a reply. 

You: yes, don’t worry abt me :) 

Mark quickly looked down at his phone to see your reply before keeping his phone away again. Your boyfriend let out a cough before shifting nearer to you until your shoulders were touching. 

You tried to hide your smile by looking down before looking back up, trying to keep a straight face. 

Mark had already watched the movie with the boys when it first came out. He knew when there was going to be a bloody scene. 

So, before the scene started, he had secretly reached for your hand under the blanket. 

You felt his fingers slowly reaching for yours, letting his fingers lace with yours. You tightly grip his hands, not wanting to let go. When you saw the bloody scene, your grip on your boyfriend’s hands tightened as he soothingly strokes the back of your hand with his thumb, hoping it would calm you. 

His fingers on yours distracted you from the graphic show that was playing. You were smiling like a crazy woman as Mark continued to stroke your hand with his thumb. 

“Are you… smiling?” asks Jaehyun as he turned to look at you weirdly. His question made everyone in the room to stare at you. 

Your eyes widen, shaking your head profusely. “No, I wasn’t,”

Johnny nodded, “you did, I saw you,”

At this point, Mark had already pulled his hand away from yours as he stares at you with amusement.

“I wasn’t smiling! It was a scary scene, why would I be smiling?” you ask them, crossing your arms defensively. 

Donghyuck lets out a sigh, “I think we all know y/n just loves horror,”

Taeil nodded, “yeah, she feeds of dead people,”

“Excuse me?!” you screech, throwing a pillow at Taeil, “what does that— no I don’t!”

The boys let out a roar of laughter, amused at how defensive you were acting.

Markie Pooh: you like that, huh? ;)

You looked down at your phone, letting out a soft scowl before reaching under the blanket to pinch Mark’s thigh. 

Mark let out a quiet squeal as he pushed your hand away. 

+Day 49 10:01PM

You were listening to Mark talk about his day. You couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he was; his pouty lips and chubby cheeks which you so desperately want to pinch. 

“Babe, are you listening?” Mark asks with a frown, noticing how you haven’t moved for the past few minutes. 

You nodded, “yes I am, baby,” you replied. 

Mark grins, “okay,” and he went back to talking about his best friend, Donghyuck. 

After hanging out with the boys for a couple of time, you and Donghyuck became close as well. Maybe because he was your boyfriend’s best friend, but you and him just got along so well that the both of you even started texting almost every day.

“So, what did you do today, babe?” asks Mark, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

“Huh? Oh, well I didn’t do anything today,” you tell him, “I cleaned my house a little bit then I took a nap,”

He puffs his cheeks out, “it’s a good thing you didn’t go out today, the air quality is really bad.”

He was always taking care of you; it always made your heart flutter. Mark was always looking out for you despite him being busy himself. Sometimes he would forget to take care of himself which always resulted in you lecturing him. 

Mark was in the middle of saying something when someone barged in his room, screaming. 

“MARK LEE!” you recognised it was Taeil’s voice. 

Mark quickly hid his phone, resting it on his chest. 

“Ah, Hyung, what are you doing here? What do you want?” you heard him ask.

You decided to mute your mic, just to be safe. 

“Why? Can’t I come in and talk to you?” asks Taeil. 

You suddenly heard a loud huff from Mark, as his phone fell off his chest and onto his white sheets. You assumed Taeil was laying on him. 

“Ah~ get out,” whined Mark, pushing the elder off him. 

You heard Taeil click his tongue. “who are you talking to? Your girlfriend?” he asks, “MARK HAS A GIRLFRIEND!” yell Taeil as you laugh out loud. 

Luckily your mic was on mute.

“I don’t have a girlfriend!” groans Mark as he stood up to push his member out of his room. He quickly locked the door before jumping back to bed, grabbing his phone. 

You unmute your mic. 

“Hi,” you giggle. 

He let out a huff, but letting out a shy smile, “Hi, so, where were we?”

+Day 57 7:57PM

Mark entered your house after taking off his shoes. He quietly took a seat at the very end couch. 

It was hard for the both of you to visit each other especially with the boys around, so you decided to have dates at your place instead. It was a good idea since no one could come over and interrupt the both of you. 

“Are you okay?” you ask Mark, noticing how he was so stiff. 

He nodded hesitantly, “it’s just…”

You waited for him to finish his sentence. 

“-awkward,” he finishes, looking up at you. 

You laugh at his words, “why?”

He shrugs, “I don’t know! I’ve never been to your place.”

Amused, you scoot closer to your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his, leaning up to whisper in his ear. 

“There’s no one else here, Mark.”

You liked teasing him. You enjoyed how he would freeze up at your words. Or when his cheeks would turn a bright red colour. Or how his palms would turn a little sweaty. 

Pulling away from you, he quickly stood up, shaking his head. “No, no, that’s not what we’re going to do.” He tells you, stepping further away from you as you looked up at him in enjoyment. 

“We’re here to watch a movie,” he says, “that’s all.”

He was convincing himself. 

+Day 69 4:13PM

Marker: babe ):

You: what

Marker: I miss you ):

Marker: )))))):

You chuckled at his texts. 

Marker: what are you doingggggg

You: I’m watching a drama

You: what are you doing?

Marker: practice ):

Marker: so bored wo u here

Marker: miss your pretty face ):

You: stop it with the sad emojis!! >:(

Marker: ):

Marker: ):

Marker: ):

Marker: ))):

You: bye

You: I’m going to put my phone on dnd

Marker: nooo don’t leave me baby

Marker: okokokokok I’ll behave

You: good

Annoying boy: hehe

Annoying boy: wht are u up to babyyyy

Annoying boy: wait I already asked that

You: yes u did, u loser

Annoying boy: can I come over later?

You: y 

Annoying boy: causeee I miss u 

You: fine but not too long

You: I don’t want the boys to be all suspicious

Annoying boy: ok bb!!! I won’t hehehe ok

Annoying boy: I have to go now!!

Annoying boy: ily!! Bye bye 

You: see you later

+Day 74 2:36AM

You had one of your leg bent on Mark’s thigh, your hand resting on his chest. He has one arm around your neck for comfort. 

“Mark,” you sigh. 

Mark’s eyes were glued on his phone but let out a hum at the mention of his name. His fingers stroke your shoulder as a sign to assure you that he was listening. 

“We haven’t gone on a date in so long,” you say sadly, drawing hearts on his chest with your finger.

Mark put his phone down, “you wanna go on a date?”

You look up at him and nodded. 

When he made eye contact with you, he couldn’t help but press his lips on your forehead, “okay, but we can’t get caught,”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend’s neck, pulling yourself up so you could press kisses all over his face. Mark’s face scrunch at the ticklish feeling of your lips.

“tickles,” he giggles, pulling his face away from you. 

You pout when he pulls away from you. Your eyes slowly trail off his face to his hair; your fingers automatically going up to play with the black strands. 

Fuck, Mark literally just fell in love with you. 

He enjoyed the position that the both of you were in. You- laying on top of him while he had both hands resting on your waist, staring up at you lovingly. 

“I love your black hair, Mark,” you mumble, eyes stuck on the boy’s hair. 

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you nod, “never dye it any other colour,” you look down at him, “or I’ll get mad,” you joke. 

He laughs, “Anything for my girl,”

Your boyfriend’s hands that was resting on your waist, went up to stroke your back softly. He put a little pressure on your back, pushing you down to capture your lips in his. 

+Day 80 11:22PM

It was another movie night with the boys.

This time it was Donghyuck who had invited you over since promotions are over. 

You walked over to sit next to Mark, but you heard Donghyuck whine your name. 

“Sit with me~”

You let out a smile, sitting next to Haechan. The boy immediately grabs your arm, wrapping it around his shoulders before cuddling against you. 

Your met Mark’s gaze from across the room. You could tell he was pissed from the way he was nibbling on his lip and clenching his fist. He looked away, typing into his phone. 

You felt your phone vibrate, knowing it was from Mark. You didn’t bother checking the message because it was too risky, especially with Haechan cuddled to your side. 

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

A few hours and lots of movies of later, the boys finally grew tired and decided to call it a night.

Since it was too late for you to head back home, the boys offered you to sleep over. You told them you would take the couch. They were a little hesitant to let a girl sleep on the couch, but you managed to convince them. 

It wasn’t like you would be sleeping on the couch anyway. 

Once you were sure that everyone was in their respective rooms, you quietly sneaked into your boyfriend’s bedroom. 

“Mark?” you whisper, opening the door quietly. 

When you saw the mop of black hair laying on the pillow, you smile, closing the door quietly, your feet padding towards the bed. 

You pull the blanket down so you could lay next to your lover. You rest your arm on his waist as you snuggle closer to him. 

“Hi handsome,” you whisper, letting out a giggle as you stare at his pretty face. A frown replaced your smile when he didn’t reply to you. “Are you okay, baby?”

Mark could only pout. You pout along with him, the hand resting on his waist going up to push away the stray hair from his face. 

“Why are you pouting?” you ask quietly, pressing a kiss to his pouty lips. 

He pouts even more, “why did you sit with Haechan just now? Why didn’t you sit with me?”

You bit back a grin that was forming, “why? Were you jealous?”

He frowns and shook his head, “no! why would I be jealous of Haechan?”

“Really?” you ask, “if you’re not jealous then I’ll sit with Haechan from now on,” you tease, your fingers now caressing his exposed chest. 

He shrugs, “fine by me,”

You suddenly stood up, letting his arm fall on your lap, “actually, I’ll even go sleep with him,” you continued to pester Mark, enjoying the way it was bothering him. 

“Hey!” he whisper-shout, his hands wrapped on your wrist, stopping you from getting out of bed, “You can’t do that!”

You chuckle, laying back down with your boyfriend, “I won’t, dummy,” you flick his forehead.

He lets out a satisfied sigh, pulling you closer until his cheeks were resting on the top of your head. 

“You’re mine. Mine only.”

+Day 89 12:35AM

The both of you were on facetime again. 

Despite being only 30 minutes apart, the both of you couldn’t meet; not wanting anyone to catch the both of you. Furthermore, you felt bad, since Mark had just finished practice, it would be tiring for him to come over your place. 

There was a sudden knock on Mark’s door. Your boyfriend hastily hid his phone and you naturally mute your mic. 

“You busy?” you heard someone ask, from the voice, you assumed it was Taeyong. 

“No,” Mark reply. 

“Were you talking to someone? Is it y/n?” asks Taeyong. 

Mark pretend to grimace at your name, “why would I be calling y/n?”

Taeyong shrugs, “we all kinda assumed you had a crush on y/n,”

“Ew,” Mark shook his head, “I’ll never like y/n,” he says, “she’s not even my type.”

You knew he was just saying that to stop the suspicions of the both of you dating but what he said actually hurts. 

“Really?” Taeyong questions, “we were so sure you would like y/n,”

“I swear, Hyung. Y/N isn’t even my type, her personality isn’t even my type,” Mark tries to persuade the older boy. 

Now that actually really hurts. 

You weren’t sure if he was just lying or saying the truth. 

You couldn’t bare to listen another second of their conversation, so you immediately hung up. 

Markie: baby

Markie: whyd u end the call haha

Markie: Taeyong’s gone call me back hehe

2 missed calls

Markie: why are you not picking up??

1 missed call

Markie: call me baaackkkk babe

Markie: did u fall asleep?? Haha

Markie: but it’s so early tho :(

Markie: I guess you’re asleep~

Markie: ok goodnight baby sleep tight dream of me :3

Markie: I love youuuuuuuu

+Day 90 12:46PM

Markie: good morning my love

Markie: can we call??

Markie: I kinda miss you haha 

1 missed call

Markie: heeyyyyy

Markie: are you ignoring me?

Markie: I didn’t want to think you were ignoring me, but I feel like you r

Markie: did I do something wrong? :/

Markie: can you tell me what it is at least?

Markie: at least we can talk it out or at least I can apologize?

Markie: babe

You: why did you say that

Markie: say what?

You: yesterday

You: what you said about me

You: tht I wasn’t your type nd all 

Markie: call me

Few seconds later, you received a call from your boyfriend. You answered the call, placing your phone on your ear. 

“I didn’t mean what I said,” he quickly says, “I just wanted to convince him that we weren’t dating,”

You were quiet for a while; you could hear Mark’s heavy breathing. You knew he was stressed with work and all, and you being sulky definitely wasn’t helping him. 

You let out a sigh, “I know.”

“Was it too much?” he asks you. 

“No,” you answer, “I just, I was just overthinking it and—”

“I get it,” he cuts you off, “don’t worry about it,”

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out, “I know you’re really busy and stressed over work and I’m just making you feel worse by overthinking and all—”

“Hey,” he cuts you off again, “Don’t worry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

You couldn’t help but feel sorry.

“Sorry,” you apologised again. 

“Apologize one more time and I’ll end the call,” he jokes. 

+Day 100 8:35PM

Mark hid his hands behind his back, holding the small box in his hand tightly as he faced you with a cheeky smile. 

“What do you have behind your back, Mark Lee?” you ask, squinting your eyes at him suspiciously. 

It was your 100th day together, and since the both of you couldn’t go out to celebrate, the both of you agreed to celebrate at your place instead. 

Since Mark couldn’t make it special for you, he decided to get you a present, just to make-up for all the secret dates. 

“It’s a present,” he answers cheekily. “I got you something to make up for all the secret dates,”

You pout at his words, “I’m okay with all the sneaking around, Mark,”

Your hands going up to his jaw, your thumb caressing his cheek softly. Mark loves your touches; he couldn’t help but lean into your touch. 

Tilting his head a little, he pressed a small kiss against your palm, one of his hands reaching to grab your hands in his. 

“I bought it because I think you’ll look good in it,” he tells you, pulling out the box from behind. 

You gasp when you saw the Tiffany & Co. box. 

“Mark,” you exclaim, looking up at him, “that’s expensive!”

“You haven’t even seen it yet!” he laughs. 

He slowly opens the box, showing off the elegant 18k diamond necklace. 

Your hands went up to your mouth, gasping. 

“Mark Lee,” you shook your head, “you’re fucking crazy,”

He smiles, satisfied with your reaction, “do you like it?”

“Are you crazy? It’s beautiful!” you tell him. “But all I bought for you were $15 chocolates but here you are— gifting me an 18k diamond necklace!”

Mark giggles, pulling out the necklace from it’s box. 

“Turn around,” he murmurs. You automatically turn around, pulling your hair to one side so he could easily put the necklace on you. 

He swiftly place the pretty necklace around your neck, pinning it. You turn around to face him. 

“Pretty?” you ask him, tilting your head a little. 

“Gorgeous,” he responds, a smirk playing on his lips.

Just as you were about to reply, you heard a knock on your door. Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion, who would come over at this timing?

Mark frowns, “did you invite someone?”

You shook your head, “No, stay here, I’ll go see who it is.”

You stood up, walking to your door, checking the peephole, finding out who is on the other side of the door. You let out a soft gasp when you saw Donghyuck standing behind the door. 

You quickly kick Mark’s shoes under the cabinet at the front door then running over to your boyfriend. 

“Who—”

You grabbed Mark’s arms, pulling him up. “Fuck, it’s Haechan,”

He let you pull him into your bedroom with furrowed eyebrows, “why is he here?”

You shake your head, pushing Mark into your walk-in wardrobe, “I have no idea. Stay here, I’ll try to distract him, okay?”

You didn’t even let him answer, already rushing out, making sure to close your bedroom door. 

When you opened the door, Haechan immediately walked in, whining on how you were taking forever to answer the door. 

It has been 15 minutes and Haechan still hasn’t left and Mark was growing tired and sweaty in your wardrobe.

Baby Mark: is he still there

You: yeah

Baby Mark: fuuuck

Baby Mark: tell him to leave

Baby Mark: it’s so hot in here :(

You: I’m trying!! He just won’t leave

You: are you okay in there

Baby Mark: no

You: fine just get out of the wardrobe and stay in my room

You: sorry

You: make sure u lock the door and don’t make too much noise

Baby Mark: okay

+Day 101 2:34AM

You let out a heavy sigh when Donghyuck finally left. Closing your eyes tightly, you let out another heavy breath. You could finally sit down and rest. 

Oh shit— Mark!

You ambled towards your bedroom, twisting it open, realising it wasn’t locked. 

This little shit. 

When you walked in your bedroom, you were met with your boyfriend laying on your bed, hugging one of your pillows, asleep. Your heart warmed at the sight, you felt bad making him wait for hours when it was your 100th day as a couple. 

Walking closer, you climbed in next to him. Your hands caressed his hair and his pretty face. 

“I’m sorry for making you wait for so long,” you whisper. 

You didn’t know what made you so emotional, but you couldn’t help but tear up. 

You really didn’t know why. Maybe because he had gone out of his way just to see you. And maybe because he had to wait for hours just for you and in the end both of you couldn’t celebrate the special day. 

“You’re the best boyfriend I could ever ask for—” you choked a sob, a hand going up to cover your mouth. 

Taking a deep breath, you continue, “You do so much for me and I’m always messing up.”

For once, you were thankful that your boyfriend was a heavy sleeper. 

“I love you, Mark,” you mumble, your eyes scanning his face, appreciating everything about him. “Remember that.”

After wiping your dried tears, you slide next to him, removing the pillow that was between you two. Snuggling right into his arms, your head resting on his chest while his cheek was pressed on the crown of your head. 

“I love you,” you whisper one last time before falling into a deep slumber. 

+Day 124 7:28PM

The dome was filled with loud voices, everyone was holding their green NCT lightsticks. You felt out of place, especially when you didn’t have any kind of lightstick or poster on you. 

You nervously took a seat on your assigned seat, waiting for your boyfriend to come out. 

NCT was holding a concert after a while and Taeyong had given you free tickets to support them. 

Mark had actually gotten hold of an extra ticket for you and was about to surprise you but found out that his members had already invited you. He was a little bummed out about it but shrugged it off. 

The light dimmed and the crowd started cheering. The girls around you started squealing in excitement. 

Soon, the boys started performing. When your boyfriend’s face was on the screen, you couldn’t help but grin at his cute face. 

The fans next to you would squeal and gush at how adorable your boyfriend is. You were proud that he was your boyfriend, sadly you couldn’t show him off. 

At the end of the concert, the boys lined up in the middle of the huge stage. They started thanking the fans for coming and supporting them. 

“But I think Mark is really happy today,” Jaehyun suddenly blurted out, turning to face Mark. 

The camera started zooming in to your boyfriend’s face. 

Mark’s eyes widen , confused, “what, why? Why?”

“Because his girlfriend is here!” Jaehyun screams into the mic as the boys let out a string of weird noises. 

Mark froze on the spot as everyone went crazy over the statement. 

“Wha—”

“Okay, we will end this concert here! Thank you everyone for coming!”

Before everyone was even ready to leave, you had already run to meet your boyfriend back stage. 

Fuck, did Jaehyun actually say that?

You’re met with the sweaty boys laughing in the dressing room. 

“What the fuck was that?” you ask breathlessly as you scan each of the boys facial expression. 

“Uh oh, his girlfriend is here,” joked Johnny, staring at you with amusement. 

Mark turned to stare at the boys, “you guys knew?!”

“You guys weren’t very discreet.”

You were already standing next to your boyfriend, “how did you guys know?”

“You really think we won’t see the both of you holding hands in a public place?” scoffs Doyoung. 

Taeyong shrugs, “Mark never brings girls to the recording room.”

Your face turned red at Taeyong’s comment as Mark groans at his words. 

“And you think I wouldn’t see you guys holding hands under the blanket? Jesus,” sighs Jaehyun, rolling his eyes. 

“Fuck you,” Mark replies while Jaehyun flashes the middle finger to his friend. 

“Also, you talk way too loud y/n,” Taeil says, Taeyong immediately agreeing with him. 

“Or maybe the walls are too thin?” Taeyong questions. 

“Oh my god,” you whisper, embarrassed. “So, you guys heard everything?”

“Wish we didn’t,” shrugs Johnny. 

Mark had quietly reached for your hand, a habit he had whenever he’s nervous. 

“Also, I knew Mark was at your place, that’s why I came over,” laughs Haechan. 

You had let go of Mark’s hands to stomp over to the boy, hitting his back. “Lee Donhyuck! Did you know how long he had to wait in my wardrobe?!”

Haechan rolls his eyes, “oh please, you let him out because he was sweating.”

You let out a loud gasp, “you knew that too?!”

“Which idiot would put their password as 0000?”

“You went through my phone?!” you raised your voice, hitting the boy on the back once more. 

With furrowed eyebrows you frown and let out a sigh, “now what? Everyone knows Mark has a girlfriend,”

“I checked Twitter,” Jungwoo says, “some weren’t very happy but there are many who are supportive,”

Your frown deepens. You knew this would happen. It would affect Mark’s career badly; that was the main reason the both of you kept your relationship a secret. 

You turn to look at your boyfriend who was looking incredibly stressed right now. 

“Don’t worry y/n,” assures Johnny, you turn to look at him. “Mark is one of the most experienced and hardworking people in SM, I’m sure they’ll let you both off,”

You had your arms crossed defensively, “are you okay with this, Mark?”

You were worried for your boyfriend. 

You knew how much being on stage meant to him. He would do anything to continue performing. 

“I…I think so?” he says after a minute of pure silence. 

You pout slightly at his words. 

“I just wanna rest right now, I’m tired.”

The boys quickly agree with the younger. Everyone started standing up, grabbing their bags, leaving the room. 

You stayed with your boyfriend, accompanying him.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” you ask him again. 

He kept letting out sad sighs and it was concerning you. 

“Honestly,” he started, “I don’t know,” he turns to look at you. 

The palm of your hands automatically going up to stroke his back, attempting to comfort him. 

“I just… I just wanna be with you right now,”

You lean closer to him. “Okay.”

“Whatever it is,” he says, “we will go through it together.”