#wrote this on my phone before i got ready because Of Course i would

[catscidr]

i was thinking about dottore when i woke up again (shocker) nd then thought about what his shaving habits would be like. dont ask how my brain works cw: crack if you rly think about it. also mentions of dead ppl and some blood but it’s nothing major i promise this is just silly

dottore’s facial hair doesn’t grow back that fast because of how often he’s had chemical substances explode in his face. not that his entire face has chemical burns on it (he does have scars, they’re just more in the upper area of his face), but with how long he’s been working with chemicals, accidentally creating explosives was bound to happen.

it all worked out well for him though, because he did not want to rock any kind of facial hair and look like a messy, mad scientist (even if that’s… technically what he was)– he prefers to be clean shaven (i mean have you seen those crisp sideburns on his in-game model?)

and of course, because he’s a doctor, he has steady hands.

…which leads to him occasionally shaving his face with a medical-grade scalpel. his logic, the first time he attempted it, was that scalpels are just straight razors meant for cutting people open– and if he used it to shave his face, it would just become a fancier (and bloodier) straight razor.

(he could probably cut a man open with a straight razor too, anyways. so really– what’s the difference?)

since this man is always so busy he doesn’t have time to leave the lab to go shave and take care of that kind of stuff– and he didn’t really want to, either. his time is precious and deadlines can’t wait.

and since he’s so familiar with the dips and curves of his face (he’s made countless clones of himself, after all) he can simply sit at his desk, toss his mask off of his face, grab the scalpel he’d use for non lethal purposes this time, and look off in the distance to focus on the space between the tips of his fingers prodding at his face, the blade, and his skin to shave off his stubble without nicking himself.

it’s probably the only time you would be able to catch him off guard (if you’re even able to step into his office in the first place), but you would, most likely, be the one caught off guard instead.

what are you even supposed to do when you step into his office and see The Doctor himself with a straight, dead expression, head tilted up with a rusty scalpel to the underside of his jaw? scream, probably.

and the scream you scrumpt was enough to make him jolt from surprise. fortunately for him he didn’t cut his head off, but unfortunately for you, you had made him nick his face.

just a smidge.

a tiny dot of blood trickled down the lower part of his left cheek, curving down his jaw. you’re both staring at each other- while you had a multitude of questions begging to be spoken out to get answers (because what the fuck was he doing), his own mind is eerily quiet. all he does is… stare at you.

funnily enough, you felt miles more intimidated being stared down by a considerably more casual dottore; his face unmasked, expressionless red eyes boring holes into your face, patchy stubble on his face (from him not having finished shaving), and gloveless hands frozen in the air- one holding the scalpel, the other in the same position as before but now stunted below his jaw.

(one particular observation that bubbled up to the forefront of your mind was, stupidly enough, “so minty blue really is his natural hair color?”)

he kicks you out of his office with a flat glare and a wave of his free hand so he can finish his job.

[airybcby]

If I Could Never Give You Peace

( bllk boys when your secret relationship is leaked by paparazzi)

a/n — wrote this on a whim after listening to peace by taylor swift

content — some nsfw but not explicit, fem! reader, cursing , all characters are 18 or 18+, slight ooc maybe?, some characters are repeated

synopsis — what happens when your relationship is leaked?

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ ' i'd give you my sunshine, give you my best ' ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ the... ' everyone thought you'd broken up '

listen, you knew dating a good soccer player in high school was a big deal, but you didn't realize how big of a deal it really was when he went pro.

this was the same boy ( now man) that you'd been dating since you were 14, so nothing really changed your views on him. if you could love him through his awkward phase, and he could love you through yours, there was no way you'd break up.

again, you didn't realize that your relationship was such a big deal. it wasn't that the two of you were a secret, it was more of a 'private not secret' situation.

so when the two of you woke up in your shared bed because of just how many notifications the both of you were getting, you knew something was up.

and low and behold, something was wrong. when you opened any social media the first thing you saw was a strangely amazing photo of you and your long-term boyfriend kissing. really, if it wasn't a paparazzi photo, it would be your lock screen.

"aren't we just the cutest?" he asked you, phone thrown back onto his bedside table as if he didn't have a care in the world. (and he really didn't, not in this case)

truly, the only thing that may make him angry in this whole situation is the fact that he got woken up far earlier than his usual routine by all the commotion.

but of course, as he was dozing back off, you were reading the comments, as any loyal significant other would.

soccerluvr45: omg is that is gf from high school? i thought they broke up

okay, yeah. he had a rather public instagram account in high school that his rabid fans had found that had pictures of the two of you, but you'd never broken up?

reading through the many comments, it was like everyone had collectively decided the two of you'd broken up.

"mhm...just ignore it. the pr lady will deal with it." he mumbled as he grabbed your phone from your hands, laying it beside his before wrapping his arms around you.

"go to bed, 's too early to deal with all this."

his fans were silly, if they could see you with this bed-head man right now, they'd see there was no way the two of you would ever break up.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ NAGI SEISHIRO, yo hiori, NIJIRO NANASE, hyoma chigiri

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ the... ' pr nightmare '

anyone who knew your boyfriend knew he was...a little extreme.

and unfortunately for you, this also applied when your relationship became public because of a slight slip of focus from the two of you. it wasn't that you were trying to keep your relationship a secret, you'd already been together a year now, but you also weren't trying to out yourselves.

yet, one singular minute when the two of you slipped away to the bathroom together at a soccer banquet...well lets just say a paparazzi was scarily ready to snap someone, anyone's, photo.

so here you were, sitting in a terrifyingly big office with your boyfriend and almost his entire management team.

"do you know what this could do to your reputation?" his manager asked. "it's just two adults doing adult things, they should've been in that bathroom! that would've gotten them—"

"okay, sir..."the pr woman cut him off, ever too enthusiastic to be talking about your private lives.

"you just need to ignore all of this until it goes away, alright? no press interviews after games anymore," she sighed as if this was basic comprehension. (your boyfriend wasn't the smartest but he also didn't need to be treated like an idiot.) "and no posting on any social medias for the time being. do you understand?"

"yeah, yeah. no talking to the grown men after games. and..."he grimaced at the thought of his next condition. " c'mon is posting on my socials that bad? i don't post about us anyways."

"at. all." and the room felt as icy as the pr woman's stare.

"yeah, no, okay i got it. no social media."

after another thirty minutes of this, with them saying basically the same stuff to you (even though you had no real social media presence anyways), you guys finally left.

"no fucking posting? what if i have to talk about a game coming up?" "i'm sure she knows how to do her job, love." you soothed your boyfriend as you got in the car the company arranged to have you two taken up with.

"yeah, well whatever. give me your hand," and who were you to say no to your boyfriend?

he took your hand and placed it on his neck, a place where you could see a few bites and hickeys if you really looked hard enough.

before you could protest he took a picture, posting it on his VERY public account with the caption...

' i love my woman ;) '

before turning off his phone completely.

"let's see them try to get ahold of me now."

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ RYUSEI SHIDO, tabito karasu, EITA OTOYA, oliver aiku

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ the... ' what picture ? '

how do two chronically offline people realize their relationship is now under scrutiny by the entire world?

the simple answer is...they don't!

you've never been interested in social media the way other girls your age had been. really, you'd rather just watch a video essay on every little topic that interests you than sit and watch six second videos then scroll all day.

to say the least, fast and forever changing social media just wasn't your thing.

and your boyfriend? he hardly even used his phone. unless it was for business or you, the thing was practically shoved away somewhere he couldn't care less about.

he would rather be reading or spending time with you out on a date...which is exactly the predicament the paparazzi put you in earlier this week.

the two of you were photographed having a little picnic and reading date at a small park that was pretty far out of town, assuming no one there knew, or even cared, enough to take a picture, but alas, someone did.

you and he had spent the rest of your week in pure, relaxed bliss. he had a game on saturday, so besides him going to practice and working out, the two of you stayed inside almost all week to prepare for the rather hectic weekend.

to say the game was a nail biter would be the understatement of the century. after two additional times, it was your boyfriend who scored the winning goal.

of course, you cheered the loudest, not noticing plenty of fans eyes on you unlike how many used to just chalk you up as an ecstatic fan.

as the post game interview came for him, you decided to stay closer to the door just incase it ran short. sometimes it was a one and done for him and others the questions went on for at least fifteen minutes, it just depended on his mood.

of course, the first question was about his game winning goal, but the second one threw him and you for a loop.

" what do you have to say about the photos of you and your reported girlfriend that have come out this past week? "

"...huh? what photos?"

eventually, the two of you did see the pictures, and all you could do was laugh because...how had you two not found out about this?

and you also made the picture your phone lock screen, but he didn't have to know that.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ RIN ITOSHI, reo mikage, SAE ITOSHI, chigiri hyoma

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ ' but the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me ' ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆

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i wrote this in about an hour, and i think it shows but i had to get it out of my brain :))

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[jjkamochoso]

hii im so glad your requests are open, ive had this idea for a while and couldnt wait until you opened them

since you wrote about both jjk men and reader describing their type my idea is that maybe before reader and jjk men got together reader had to describe their type and reader described something totally different from jjk men lol (maybe it was before they even became friends) and men find out and get insecure so reader has to comfort them

Oh my gosh I love this!!! Thanks for sending this request in, I had an awesome time writing it!! I hope you enjoy🫶❤️

JJK Men When Your Type Was Something Totally Different From Them

Very Light Angst, Fluff

JJK men x gn!reader

Warnings: none

You and your boyfriend were sitting at a table in a cafe one day, enjoying drinks and each other’s company, when all of a sudden the serene atmosphere was shattered.

“Oh my god! Y/n, it’s been so long!”

A friend you hadn’t seen in a few years greeted you excitedly as you invited them to sit at your table.

“I can’t stay long, I have an appointment to get to,” they said as they eyed your boyfriend and smirked. “Who’s this?”

You introduced your friend to your boyfriend and they exchanged pleasantries. You and your friend then caught up for a bit until they checked the time on their phone.

“Seriously, two look really cute together,” your friend said, giving you a tight hug goodbye as they readied to take their leave. “Although, y/n, isn’t it funny how your type changed? I remember you told me awhile ago, when you were single, that you were into…”

Yuji:

“…super tall guys with black hair. Real dark, mysterious types.”

After your friend had left the cafe, Yuji was sporting a frown where a smile usually rested.

“Are you alright?” you asked.

“Mhm,” he replied, pushing the food around his plate with his spoon.

“You’re not very convincing, Itadori,” you teased, poking his arm softly.

“Do you think I’m cute?” he blurted out, taking you by surprise.

“Of course I do,” you responded, dumbfounded. “Why would you think otherwise?”

“Your friend,” he said, “they said your type is the total opposite of me.”

“Yuji, the last time I talked to them was three years ago. I hadn’t met you yet.”

Yuji looked up from his food, his face immediately brightened. “Really? Does that mean you’ve changed your mind since then? Because of me?”

“Yep, the only type I have is my fun loving, big hearted boyfriend Yuji Itadori, I promise,” you told him, leaving a kiss on his grinning cheek.

Megumi:

“…carefree boys with light colored hair and eyes.”

When your friend had gone and it was just you and Megumi again at your table, you noticed a change in his mood.

"Is something bothering you?"

"No," Megumi replied sharply, causing your extending hand to retreat back to your side of the table, not wanting to bother him. He sighed. "I just... why are you with me?"

Your eyebrows raised in shock. "Why would you ask that?"

"I'm not affectionate, I don't know what I'm doing in a relationship. I'm not even your type." He whispered the last sentence, his eyes burning a hole through his coffee mug.

"Oh Megumi, ignore my friend. The last time I've brought up anything with them that had to do with crushes or "types" was years ago, long before I laid eyes on you. I love you because you're you and I wouldn't want you any other way."

"I guess I could try being more carefree if you want," he mumbled, his cheeks turning a pale pink.

"I could sooner see you bleaching your hair," you replied, laughing softly as Megumi sent an annoyed look your way.

Yuta:

“…overly confident boys with blonde hair."

"Geez, I guess I'm not your type at all, then, huh?" Yuta wondered when your friend was out of sight, anxiously picking at his jacket sleeve.

"You weren't my type three years ago when I talked to my friend last, no," you replied, not wanting to lie to him, "but that doesn't matter. You're absolutely my type now. I don't think there's a boy more handsome or perfect for me than you are."

Yuta's face sported a red tint from him blushing at your words. "Do you really mean that?"

"Of course I do, my love," you said, leaning over the table and pressing a quick kiss to his lips, leaving him more flustered still.

Inumaki:

“…guys who were super talkative and tall.”

Right as your friend left your table, you watched as Toge pulled his phone out.

"Let me stop you right there," you said, gently guiding the phone from his hands to the table, spying the dreaded, "I'm sorry I can't talk to you, you deserve more" note you knew he had already started typing. "You are the best thing that's ever happened to me and I don't want you to ever forget that. What my friend said, that was my type years ago, way before I knew a guy like you existed. I couldn't ask for a better boyfriend than you."

Toge blinked slowly at you before picking his phone back up.

"You better be erasing that original message because you know I don't care that you can't really speak," you said sternly, earning a meek thumbs up from the boy sitting across from you. When he passed his phone back over to you, you couldn't help the laugh that escaped your throat as you read what he wrote.

While we're out, should I buy a pair of high heels?

Noritoshi:

“…extremely tall, tan, and muscular men.”

“Great. That sounds just like Todo,” grumbled Noritoshi after your friend left, taking a sip of his tea.

“I didn’t even know him back then,” you replied, ignoring the urge to roll your eyes at his jealousy. “Sure, I had a type, but that doesn’t mean I have to stick with it. You’re the most handsome man I know and you look nothing like that.”

“Do you promise I look nothing like Todo?” questioned Noritoshi, stifling a laugh.

“I swear.”

He gave you a gentle squeeze of your hand. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

Todo:

“…skinny, short, pale guys.”

"That's definitely not what you said when I asked your type," Aoi said, an eyebrow raised in suspicion.

"I can't believe my friend brought that up," you groaned. "Back then, yeah, I was into super thin guys, but that all changed a few years later, right before I met you."

"Are you sure all my muscles don't bother you?" he teased, flexing his arm as he reached across the table to caress your cheek.

Your face warmed at his gesture. "I'm sure," you choked out, "but I wouldn't be opposed to you showing off your arms more often just so I can be 100% positive."

Aoi let out a hearty laugh as you sank further into your seat, flustered by your handsome boyfriend.

Ino:

“…super buff guys with dark hair.”

Ino kept his focus on his drink for a long time after your friend had spilled those details about you, obviously bothered that he looked nothing like that.

"Hey," you said after agonizing minutes of silence, "please don't take that to heart, that was my type a long time ago."

Ino looked up at you with an expression akin to a kicked puppy. "But has it changed? If I'm not your type... why would you want to be with me?"

"Ino," you said, standing up from your side of the booth and sliding into his, "I wouldn't date you if I didn't find you handsome. You are so kind and loving, and I think you're the absolute hottest guy on the planet. Maybe even the universe."

He dramatically pulled his beanie over his face as he dropped his head into his hands. "Now I have to compete with dark haired, shredded aliens?!"

Consoling him took much longer than anticipated!

Gojo:

“…quiet, short guys with facial hair.”

Satoru couldn't hold back his reaction when he heard that.

"That's your type?" he asked, shaking with laughter. "What the hell are you doing with me, then?"

"Satoru, stop," you pleaded, clearly embarrassed. "The last time I saw that friend was years ago. I was a whole different person."

"Do you not find me pretty?" he pouted, jutting out his bottom lip and batting his eyelashes.

"You're the prettiest man I've ever had the privilege to meet," you responded, playfully tapping his nose with your finger. "It would be interesting to see you with a mustache or something though."

You both got quiet, imagining what Satoru would look like with facial hair.

"Sorry I ever brought that up," you said.

"Blegh!" he replied, sticking his tongue out. "You owe me another pastry later because I lost my appetite picturing that."

Geto:

“…men with light hair and soft facial features.”

Your friend had walked away, leaving Suguru to mull over their words.

"Am I too... sharp for you, darling?" he asked, trying to joke but was clearly affected.

"That was my type forever ago, Suguru," you told him, earnestly taking hold of his hand that was resting on the tabletop. "You've been the only man for me ever since I met you. No one can compare to your beauty."

"Hmm," he mused, taking a slow sip of his drink, "I must say I enjoy hearing you praise me in such a way. All is forgiven."

"Good. I will love only you for the rest of my days, no matter how many round faced, blonde haired men try to whisk me away."

You witnessed his fingers tighten around the tea cup in his grasp. "I'd like to see them try."

Nanami:

“…men with long, dark hair and blue eyes.”

You paid no mind to your friend's words, knowing they were just reminiscing over something silly before they left. Kento, on the other hand, was busy spiraling as he ate his croissant.

"Everything okay?" you asked him, noticing the faraway look in his eyes.

“Do you not… find me attractive?”

You almost spit out your drink in shock. "I'm sorry?"

He wore a sheepish expression. "Your friend said that your type was men with long, dark hair and blue eyes. I don't fit that description at all."

"My "type" that they brought up was from many, many years ago," you said, rubbing your thumb against his hand to console him. "The only thing I find attractive now, after having met you, is a certain Kento Nanami. Brown eyes, short blonde hair, and all."

"I'm sorry for getting worked up over nothing," he said.

"You don't have to apologize for that," you told him, "it just shows how much you truly care. I love you for that."

You gave him a small peck on the lips before you two went back to savoring your time together.

Choso:

“…super preppy guys with blonde hair and green eyes.”

The only thing that ran through Choso's mind was confusion.

"I don't look anything like that," he uttered suddenly, tilting his head.

"I know, I was into those kinds of guys years ago," you confessed.

"But not anymore?" he asked with a hopeful lilt in his tone.

"Not anymore," you confirmed, sending him a small smile to ease his nerves that were noticeably running rampant at the thought that you didn't find him attractive. "My type now is guys with dark hair in two buns and an adorable black mark across their nose."

Choso let out a relieved sigh as you giggled and continued eating your food.

Toji:

“…short men with long blonde hair.”

As soon as your friend got up from the table, Toji had a disgruntled expression on his face. "Care to add anything to that?"

"I liked guys who looked like that when I talked to my friend last, which was, admittedly, a very long time ago," you explained, getting a grunt of displeasure in response. "And then I met you and I realized what my actual type was."

"And what's that?" he asked, his arms crossed over his chest.

You leaned in over the table, getting as close as you could to your handsome boyfriend.

"A real man," you all but whispered, eyeing him playfully. Toji's eyes widened ever so slightly before falling back into place, his lips transforming to a smirk.

"Sounds like your friend had it all wrong, then," he replied, winking at you.

[it-was-summer]

Buy Me Presents, Baby

A/N: Minors; DNI. I DONT CAREEE I WANT HIM!! Anyways, this may or may not be based on true events in my life. If you're reading this also know that I wrote this Christmas Eve and it is now 5am on Christmas Day, the powerhouse of lust. Hope you guys like this because I DID NOT proofread this AT ALL!! I mention the pill (oral contraception), so sorry if this is an issue, I'm just a girl. I KNOW there is a typo in here... i know it. Merry Christmas!! My gift is porn!!- Love you, Em

edit- the typo was fully in the title… go to bed at a reasonable time kids.

Link to the Ao3: Buy Me Presents, Baby Link to the: Yee olde masterlist Tags: Woof uhh okay! newly established relationship, Christmas sex, Spanking, Creampie, PnV sex, Reader gets called girl.. I apologize, Oral contraceptives are mentioned at the end, lingerie, that one bow lingerie... yall know which on I'm talking about?, That ONE!! WITH THE BOW YES!!, I had to use the word pussy.. IM SORRT IM NOT HAPPY ABOUT It, dirty talk, cock this cock that, not proofread, merry christmas.

Genre: Porn, no plot. Some fluff? Pairing: Established relationship!Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Plot: You and Spencer exchange gifts for Christmas, and one of your gifts happens to be a little physical.

Word Count: 3,669

Spencer doesn’t know what’s gotten into you. 

Though the longer he thinks about it, he should have seen the signs of your recent… restlessness. Being in the BAU came with its challenges, and one of these challenges was— of course— being away from home. Usually, the two of you would find a special time that worked for both of you to meet up and spend some well-deserved time together. 

Lately, it has felt like the world was against you, though. Every time you had free time, he’d plan a date night with you, only for him to be called away on a case. The one time you planned a date, you came down with a cold. The cycle kept repeating in a million different annoying ways. 

The cherry on top? It was almost Christmas. It's nearly Christmas, and neither of you has seen each other for a good three weeks— it’s miserable. 

So imagine his excitement when his phone doesn’t ring early Saturday morning. When he steps out of his shower, he checks it again— nothing. He’s beaming when he calls you, your sleepy voice answering him before he says, “Dinner tonight?” 

There’s a pause, followed by some rustling, “You’re free?” 

“Mhm,” He hums with a grin, grabbing his glasses from the case and placing them gracefully on his face. 

He can hear the excitement in your voice. " You want to exchange presents?” He remembers the playful tone in your voice when you said it, but at the time, he thought nothing of it. He chuckles softly before agreeing, saying a sweet goodbye, and hanging up the phone. 

Dinner begins and ends at your place, decorated in lights and festive trinkets, and presents wrapped neatly under the fake tree in the corner of your living room. The gift exchange went smoothly; you got Spencer some reading essentials, followed by a special edition of one of his favorite books. Spencer, in turn, had bought you a pair of earrings you pointed out back in November and a framed copy of your favorite painting.

It was getting late now, with a warm cup of tea in his hands, you turned and whispered in a playful voice, “I still have one more gift for you.” 

His eyebrows raised at that, bending his head to look at you as you sat with your back pressed against his chest, “More? After the special edition Tolstoy?” 

“More. I was saving it for the twenty-fifth, but…” You trail off, your eyes leaving his as you glance toward your bedroom. “I could go get it ready now?” 

Spencer smiles, thinking about it momentarily before he decides that he might not be home for Christmas. He mutters a soft “Yeah, okay.” 

You stand up quickly, an excited look in your eyes when you tell him, “Okay, stay here!” And then you’re gone. 

Spencer’s watching your bedroom door close with a faint smile. He stretches as he waits, his tea finished, when he hears you call out for him, “You can come in now!” 

He stepped into your room with nothing but good intentions, that is, until he saw you lying on your bed in lingerie. Maroon satin material lays smooth against your skin, and the shape of a tantalizing bow teases him at the center of your chest and your underwear— barely there. 

He clears his throat in a vain attempt to appear calm and collected, though he’s sure you can see his blushing cheeks and growing arousal. He opens his mouth to speak, but the words die in the back of his throat when you sit up on your elbows, pushing your breast out toward him a little more with an innocent tilt of your head. “You don’t like it?” 

His voice cracks when he says, “No! I mean— that is to say, I do like it! I mean, I’m sure you can see how much I–” He nervously adjusts his sweater, shaky hands pulling at the collar. 

You let out a soft hum, relaxing a little. " Are you going to stand by the door the whole time, or?” You tease him with a low laugh. 

He quickly walks closer, shaking his head as he gets closer to the edge of the bed. The bed dips as he climbs onto the edge of the bed. He watches as you roll on your side to adjust for him, waiting until he is lying beside you before you whisper, “If you don’t want to, it’s okay–” 

“I do! I do. It’s just we’ve only–” He motions between the two of you slowly, replacing the word. “A few times, and I wasn’t expecting,” His eyes trail down to your chest, his fingers twitching– itching to feel the material against his palm.  

When he looks back into your eyes, you smile at him with a little sigh, “I know. I just saw it, and I thought of you.” 

Spencer feels like his entire body is on fire when you say that. His pants become increasingly uncomfortable as he croaks softly, “That made you think of me?” 

You hum a sweet-sounding “Mhm,” you lick your lips, “Cognitive association, right?” 

Spencer thinks you’ll break him with the way you’re talking to him; your voice is low and quiet, clearly amused. He holds back a sound when he feels your hand take his and guide it to your barely clothed hip. For some reason, he wants to spew some facts about cognitive association, but in a rare moment, his mind goes blank. 

His mind slows, and the only thing he can process is the feeling of satin material against your body. He drags his hand along your side, higher and higher, until his fingers trace the bra’s underwire. His eyes flicker over to yours as he leans in, pressing a slow kiss to your lips. 

Kissing Spencer always starts soft, tender, and languid. It then slowly devolves into something passionate, heated, rough– something you adore. And you’re starting to feel the shift in this kiss, his tongue slightly grazing your bottom lip– a silent plea you happily fulfill, parting your lips to let his tongue tentatively enter the kiss. 

You’re smiling into the kiss, shifting with him so you’re under him before grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him deeper into the kiss. Spencer lets out a tiny sound of surprise against your lips at the rough movement, and he pulls away slightly, his lips barely touching yours when he says, “So aggressive,” His tone teasing as he captures your lips in another giddy kiss. 

With your eyes closed and mouth occupied, your hands get to work. Blindly, you pull the bottom of his sweater, your lips only leaving his to help him pull the piece of clothing off his body. He’s eager to get his lips back on yours, his tongue resuming its work against yours, a kiss that makes your head spin and thoughts go hazy with how intense it feels. 

You move your legs up and around his hips, pushing his hips down to yours with ease. Spencer whines into the kiss, his lips moving slowly against yours until he pulls away to kiss your jawline. His hips grind down onto yours, your breath hitching at the feeling. 

Feeling his hardness through his pants makes you realize just how badly you need him, and it seems it does the same for him. His lips latch onto the lower side of your neck, sucking and licking softly at the sensitive area as his hips grind against yours harder. 

The feeling makes your core squeeze around nothing; the new desire to get something, anything, inside you plants a seed in your lower abdomen. You feel shamefully needy as Spencer continues leaving light red and purple marks on the sensitive skin of your neck, his breathing heavy as he decorates you with marks. 

You’re surprised to see that he’s actually moving lower, his markings getting closer to your collarbone when he pulls away, looking up at you with those lust-filled honey eyes, “May I?” The tips of his fingers tug lightly at the satin red bow covering your breasts. 

Your legs leave his hips as he pulls the bow apart with a simple flick of his wrist. His eyes stay trained on your breast as he takes one into his hand and gently rubs at your nipple, eliciting a soft, quiet moan from you, “So pretty,” Then he dips his head lower to bring your left nipple into his mouth, licking at the sensitive bud with precision. 

A sound— embarrassingly loud— escapes your lips at the feeling, your body squirming against his. You’re sure you can feel him smiling against your breast, his right hand moving to your right nipple, pinching it lightly. 

Your fingers latch onto his hair, gently running them through his hair and occasionally pulling when his tongue does something particularly amazing against the bud of your nipple. You can feel electric arousal coursing through you, soft moans and sighs leaving you with every touch. 

However, he’s pulling his lips away from your breast soon after, his cheeks red as he mutters a low, “Need to make sure you cum,” And you find yourself nodding in agreement as his hands leave your breast, pulling the lingerie’s satin thong to the side as he swipes two fingers along your entrance. 

You let out a little sigh, feeling incredibly needy as his fingers brush against your clit teasingly. “Did dressing up like this make you this wet, or did I?” He asks, his fingers curiously leading back down to your entrance. 

Shifting under him, you let out a breathless chuckle, “A bit of both,” 

He grins at that, his head now to the side of yours, his thumb pressing against your clit slowly as he slides a finger inside you. You tense for a second with pleasure before relaxing as the feelings, his finger gently curling inside of you as his thumb presses down harder on your swollen bundle of nerves. “You’ve been fantasizing about this for weeks, haven’t you?” 

His voice against your ear isn’t something you expect, but you aren’t surprised for long as he slides a second finger into you— your thoughts turning to mush, “Yes,” You whisper, your back arching slightly at his fingers move faster inside you, curling and pleasing you at a medium pace. 

Spencer lets out a low hum, his eyes watching you as you get lost in pleasure, his thumb pressing against your clit a little harder as he finds that sweet little spot inside of you. He can feel the way your walls tighten around his fingers, and he’s envious of his own hand, wishing it was his cock instead. 

Your moans only add to personal envy, his fingers moving and caressing your G-spot with greater precision. He tries not to groan, watching you arch your back off the bed. A cry followed by a string of heightened gasps from you has him wholly enraptured. 

When his fingers start to get rough inside you, you’re already seeing stars, your left hand reaching over to grab onto Spencer’s bicep at the feelings, fingers gently digging into his skin as your body shakes. “Love watching you get close,” Spencer groans softly against your ear. 

His lips slowly resume their markings on your neck, and the added stimulation sends you falling over the edge with a loud cry of pleasure. Your body shakes against him, and your high-pitched moans, accompanied by heavy panting, have pride swelling in his chest as his fingers help you ride out your orgasm. 

His fingers only stop when your body goes slack, his lips leaving your neck to gently kiss at your lips— a gesture you return lazily. The feeling of his fingers leaving you has you feeling empty, but you’re quickly distracted as Spencer drags his soaked fingers to his lips. Your eyes widen for a second as you watch your boyfriend lick off every bit of you on them, “Let me get a taste,” Your voice is soft as Spencer leans in, kissing you fast and rough. Your tongue drags along his to get a second-hand taste of yourself in his mouth. 

You’re quick to pull away, your hands hooking into the belt loop of his pants, gently yanking at the loop. Spencer laughs at the feeling, and he looks into your eyes with a shameful look— lustful and pleading. You know how badly he wants to dive straight in, but his determination to make you cum too many times to count usually gets in the way of his cock. 

“Haven’t seen you in three weeks. You can make it up to me later.” You joke softly, your fingers undoing the top button with ease. 

Spencer grins as he slides his pants down his legs, kicking them off. He finds himself blushing at how your eyes shamefully stare at the outline of his cock in his boxers, precum already wetting some of the fabric. He finds himself doing the same with you, though, his eyes taking in the undone ribbon of the lingerie at your sides, the way your legs are parted to give him a delicious view of your dripping sensitive folds. 

Your fingers slip into the waistband of his boxers, gently tracing his cock with your fingers, a soft, pleasured sigh leaving his lips at the feeling. “So hard,” You mutter, leaning up to kiss a part of Spencer’s jaw. 

Spencer lets out a low hum of agreement. Being as busy as he has been, he hasn’t found time for any kind of sexual release as of late. “It’s been a little while since I’ve–” 

“That’s okay,” You sigh sensually, your hands wrapping around his dick slowly, “Take off your boxers.” 

Spencer’s more than happy to comply, hurriedly discarding his boxers at your request. He watches as you pull your hand off him to take off your underwear, and Spencer squeaks out a nervous, “Leave it on?” 

Grinning, you nod, your fingers pushing the thong back to the side of him. He groans at the action, looming over you now, his hands on either side of you. “Flip over,” 

A jolt of excitement runs through you at the request, quickly flipping over on your stomach for him. A pleased sound leaves your lips as his hand moves to pull your hips up, forcing your back to arch for him. He slides his thumb and index inside the sting on your thong as he slowly rubs his cock in between your folds– the head of his cock gently kissing your clit. 

The worst part about being in an established relationship and having just started having sex with your partner is the anxiety that follows you after you say something risky. Your lips part nonetheless, your hips pushing back against him quickly, “That’s right, get that cock wet with my pussy.” 

You were never dull during sex, but Spencer was not expecting something so vulgar to fall from your lips. His hips stutter against yours before he finds himself incredibly turned on by the sudden confidence and vulgarity in your words. His hands yank your hips back roughly, lining himself up to inch himself inside of you slowly. 

About halfway inside you, he pulls out till it is just the tip and then repeats the motion— it’s infuriatingly hot. You let out a soft whine at his toying with you and start to move your hips back against him, but that is met with a surprising spank to your ass. 

A sharp gasp leaves your lips at the feelings before you blink, lifting your head to peer at him over your shoulder and whisper a little, “Harder,” 

Seeing your half-lidded eyes looking over at him, your soft lips begging him to spank you harder, Spencer feels a shiver shoot down his spine. He’s sure he can feel himself grow harder as he pushes deeper into your pussy and delivers a solid smack to your ass with the flat of his palm. 

He then follows the motion with a comforting rub of his hand against the swell of your ass. For a second, he’s worried about hurting you or making you uncomfortable–  unexplored territory. The feeling of your walls tightening around him for a second, fluttering in a way that has him bottoming out inside you without hesitation, reassures him. 

“God,” He huffs as he sets a pace, his hand occasionally delivering a hard spank to your ass whenever he feels your hips moving with his. You feel terrific; the feel of your reddening ass under his hand, the soft skin of your hip in his other, he’s surprised that he isn’t drooling. 

You, however, are starting to feel yourself beginning to drool. Moans and groans coming from the two of you has your head spinning, the rough feeling of Spencer’s hips against yours making your legs feel weak. 

Spencer pulls all the way out as he feels himself getting close, his soaked cock resting against your ass– the sight is something has him letting out a shaky sigh. He doesn’t need to say anything before you’re flipping over on your back again, legs spread and lips wet as you mutter a needy sounding, “More.” 

Spencer can’t find it in himself to deny you or himself, moving closer to you and lining himself up with your entrance again. As he sinks into you, you move your legs up, your hands holding the back of your knee. The new position lets him sink in deeper, and Spencer’s sure you’re an angel. 

You’re practically sucking him in, his breathing getting heavier as he moves against you, His eyes dipping between your face and between your legs– intelligent eyes watching the way his cock disappears deep inside of you. “You take it so well.” 

His hands reach up slowly, tracing the back of your thighs before replacing your hands at the back of your knee, bending your legs back further. He places a chaste kiss on your forehead, the gentle gesture leaving your head reeling when accompanied by this immense pleasure. 

You gasp out at the slight burn of your thighs, toes curling slightly, when Spencer starts to roll his hips in fast, tight circles. The roll of his hips makes his cock hit your G-spot, your eyes rolling back at the feeling as a guttural-sounding groan joins the lewd sounds leaving your lips. 

Spencer takes that as his sign to snap his hips into yours, his forehead pressing against yours as he moans and whines. “You feel so fucking good. I’ll never leave again.” 

You can feel your lower abdomen tighten quickly at the rough movements. A shaky laugh leaves you at his mention of never leaving, but words fail you as you cry out. The past few times the two of you have had sex, he was never this rough. You aren’t complaining, but his frantic, rapid thrusts are leaving you with the feeling that you’ll beg for a repeat sometime in the future. 

A long whine leaves you as you feel yourself getting closer, your hands holding tight on Spencer’s shoulders, your body jolting slightly with his rough thrusts. “So good! You’re fucking me so good. Please, don’t stop.” You beg without shame, “Need to cum, make me cum again.” You beg through moans. 

Spencer almost cums inside you upon hearing your begging, but he holds off— a new mission in focus. He slows for a second, moving one of your hands off his shoulder and under your knee before he slides his hand down to your aching clit. His thumb makes quick, tight, hard circles without warning— the scream that leaves your chest has him worried for your neighbors. 

“That’s it, tighten around me like that.” He pants out from above you, his eyes locking onto yours as he speaks. He watches the way your eyebrows raise in pleasure, and your mouth starts to let out a mix of silent screams and loud groans. “You look pretty when you cum around my cock, my pretty girl.” 

Your legs are shaking with that, the coil in your abdomen snapping with force as you bite your bottom lip to try and silence the sound of your orgasm– a groan that almost sounds inhuman. Spencer’s quick to follow, his hips roughly snapping into yours with his thumb continuing its torment on your sensitive clit. 

The feeling of overstimulation has you letting out a weak-sounding whine, almost a sob. You’re gasping hard as he keeps going, frenzied thrusts that have your free hand gripping the sheet tight until he bottoms out in you with a shaking groan. His hips thrust into you a few more times as he empties himself into you, shaking hard. 

A moment passes with neither of you moving, your legs moving down to the bed, and the realization sets in. Spencer looks at you with wild eyes, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking–” 

You laughed weakly and held up a hand, “Spencer, it’s okay.” Your voice sounds a little raw as you relax into your bed slightly, with him still hovering over you. “I’m on the pill, remember?” 

“Well, when taken correctly, it’s 99% effective, but if you’ve forgotten a day lately, it’s only 93%.” He pouts lightly when a giggle leaves your lips, but he smiles against his better judgment. “I’m serious, what if…” 

“I doubt it will, but if it does come to that, we’ll deal with it.” You mutter, slowly reaching a hand up to rake your fingers through his messy brown hair. “Clean me up?” 

Spencer notes how your voice sounds: shy and a little desperate. He tilts his head, a playful smile on his face as his eyes trail down to your parted thighs, “Insatiable this evening, I see,” He jokes as he begins to lower himself, soft fingers rubbing against your inner thighs.  

You groan in faux annoyance before you feel his breath fanning against your inner thighs, “Merry Christmas,” You tease softly.

[aizshallnotbefound]

Dress Zipper

Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon) x Reader a/n: okay so after some of my amazing friends encouraging me to start writing i decided to post this silly lil one shot i wrote. my first time writing after a longgg time so pretty nervous- and english is not my first language so there might be some errors. i hope you guys enjoy! (i will still be doing smau. this is just a random oneshot i wanted to share and il see if i have the confidence to write more in the future :D ) synopsis: your getting ready for an event. but alas, your dress zipper is stuck warnings: nothing, just pure fluff word count: 834

The city stretched endlessly below, glittering like a sea of scattered stars. From the penthouse glass windows , perched high above the thrum of Seoul, everything looked distant—softened by the midnight haze. The air was crisp, brushed with the faint scent of rain clinging to the wind, 

Jiyong decided to crash the night before and has been at your place ever since, Now, was seated on your bed, waiting patiently for you to emerge from your walk-in closet.

You had an event tonight, which needed a nice outfit of course. But it was a private event, thankfully, so a simple but elegant dress would do. Even though jiyong insisted on helping you. But you knew too well how much time that would take so you made him sit on your bed. his job reduced to judge and admirer.

He loved these moments with you, it was his favorite. even if it meant you’d be leaving him here for a few hours. He sat on the edge on your bed with his phone on his hand scrolling endlessly waiting for you. Resisting to just walk in your closet and help you get ready, unleashing his inner fashion designer. 

you walked out of your closet, The click of your heels echoed first, catching his attention before you even came into view You picked out a cream white dress, an off-shoulder, full-length ivory lace gown that clings elegantly to your body, showing off every curve. With sheer long sleeves accessorised with a vivienne westwood pearl necklace. Your hair was styled to perfection. Every detail was just right

The only problem? You couldn’t reach the zipper on the back of your dress and It was partially zipped from the bottom, enough to hold the dress on, but you couldn’t quite reach it to fasten it all the way.

When he heard the faint clicks of your heels he put his phone down waiting to see his girl.

Jiyong’s mouth was slightly agape , his eyes widened. You looked unfairly gorgeous and it was killing him. He came home to you everyday and he himself couldn't believe it. His eyes never leaving your figure.

“So.. how do I look?” You say, a bit nervous under his gaze. smoothing out your dress to avoid his everlasting gaze which still made your stomach flip

“How do you look? You look absolutely gorgeous jagiya and I'm the luckiest man alive to see you like this.” He says, his eyes still admiring you with an awestruck expression on his face. 

You chuckled from his enthusiastic reply brushing some of the hair from your face. “Thank you ji. Oh also, i'm not able to reach the zipper in the back. Could you help me with it?” You say before turning around, sweeping your hair aside to reveal the open back

He got up from the bed, walking towards you with a growing smirk on his face. “Of course aegiya” 

You smelt his cologne now that he was close which made you giddy even today. You could feel his hand gently being placed on your waist. The other moving towards your lower back. fingers reaching for the zipper at the base of your spine brushing against your exposed back. 

He leaned over to you, feeling his slight breath and you heard a hum from him. 

“How is it that a dress can be lucky?” You heard him say softly behind you. “Lucky?” You said Getting caught off guard. 

He began to zip it up slowly. Agonisingly slow. Like he wished the zipper never had an end to it. his voice low, near her ear. “Because it gets to hold you this close, and i dont”

You bit back a smile, warmth rushing to your cheeks. He was always throwing pick up lines when he had a chance. As bad as it was it always gets you. “That’s a terrible line.” 

“Maybe. But it worked.” He said. You could almost here the smirk plastered on his lips. Jiyong met your gaze in the mirror— steady , amused, fond. You looked away trying not to grin. 

After zipping the dress up finally. He held your waist with both of his hands, now snaking towards your stomach to hug you. His body pressed towards your back. 

“There it is” he said

 “What?” Your voice now slightly above a whisper 

“That smile you only make when you’re trying not to.” He himself giving you a gentle smile. “Its cute. like you” he said before leaving a gentle kiss to the side of your head and then towards the beginning of your jawline.lingering just long enough to leave you wanting more the rest of the night you'd be gone. “Your good at convincing me to stay you know?” you said, placing your hands over his.

He gave out a chuckle. “Guilty as charged aein. Is it working?” You gave a laugh 

Now you definitely knew who to go to when you cant reach your zipper, even when you didn’t need the help.

thank you so much @flymetothexmoon , @mashtatosworld , @gdinthehouseee , @loveesiren for encouraging me to post this ily guys 😭💗💗

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https://www.tumblr.com/gothicfied/784292304227827712/the-devil-in-your-eyes-wont-deny-the-lies

of course we want a part two omg

I DON'T WANNA GET UNDRESSED FOR A NEW PERSON ALL OVER AGAIN

(read part 1 here)

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x fem!reader

Summary: After the awful summer you had because of a certain Jude Bellingham, you were more than hesitant to accept the invite to go to the first El Clasico of the season. You were seeing someone and you honestly didn't have the time to spare for Jude, but you felt like you had to go anyways to get things straight.

Word Count: ~4.9k

Reading Time: ~20 Minutes

Warnings: Slight swearing, Reader is still struggling with her feelings most of the time, Jude is thankfully not an asshole anymore, probably an unsatisfying ending, still hopeful ending, much more fluff than angst, not proof read (english isn't my first language)

Tag(s): @jsprien213

A/N: I'm really having fun with this little series and I'm planning on resolving everything in a third part, don't worry. I wrote this in like a day, so don't mind any spelling mistakes and sorry if something doesn't make sense. I'm personally sorry to Jude for writing him this way lolololol Inspiration was this song👇

Love is an intense feeling of deep affection. It is what builds up the world, creates new life and makes life worth living. Or, in your case, it'll completely destroy your emotions and friendships you didn't think you could lose.

That night where Jude absolutely did not want to leave your side and actually did wait for you outside the guest room until almost 3:00 in the morning was when you were sure you'd never want to see that man ever again. Eventually, though, you did open the door for him, because... well, you felt bad. Jude wasn't even asleep or on his phone and it was clear that he had shed a tear or two. He wasn't an overly emotional man and wouldn't let himself cry, even if it meant it would save his life.

You were kind of ready to talk or at least give him the time to explain himself. But, it all got out of hand really fast: You couldn't controll your emotions either and just started screaming at him about nothing and everything all at once. Jude felt overwhelmed with the amount of information leaving your mouth and wasn't able to process everything to give you a good answer. Everything he said sounded wrong to your ears, which just made you more agitated. It was late, you had been crying and you had gotten no sleep the days before, ergo: You were tired. Tired and not in the right headspace.

Jude wouldn't ever yell at you. He did raise his voice a couple of times, but never got closer to you than three or four meters. His head was pounding and frankly, he did not have a good reason why he'd rather go for someone like Amy and not you, who he treated like his girlfriend basically all his life. Since he'd known you.

You threw him out of the room. And that was that. In the morning, you didn't go downstairs for a while, fearing you'd meet Jude there. The next day you left Spain anyway. He helped you get your luggage downstairs, but wouldn't look you in the eyes. Jude wasn't mad, he was more so disappointed in himself and very ashamed of what he did to you or made you feel.

He didn't go to the airport with you.

He didn't say a proper goodbye.

He didn't call you to check up on you after you landed back in England.

And you wouldn't either.

...

Sunmer's almost over and you felt like you've wasted all your time. Back home, you didn't have the energy to get out of the bed most days. It's not like your parents or your sister cared anyway and your brother wouldn't really understand what was going on. He was only six and to him Jude Bellingham was the best football player on earth. He adored him and was always so excited to see his big sister with his idol, hand in hand and what not. Poor kid, you'd have to tell him some time that things aren't like they were before.

Thankfully, your friends were there to occasionally drag you out of bed. Your best friend Alicia was definitely ready to swing at him if he ever dared to enter the UK again. You thought it was funny how protective she was and she was just glad she got you to smile for the first time in days. At home, you didn't quite know what to do with your time. You opted for finally taking school a bit more seriously and the whole preparing for the new semester did help you clear your head from all that's happened back in Spain.

Jude still wouldn't call you. You wouldn't text him or try to say sorry, because you thought you didn't have anything to be sorry for. Sure, you kind of felt bad for yelling at him and not giving him the chance to speak, but he was still the one who messed up and should contact you to straighten it out. You banished all his football jerseys he gave you to the back of your closet. At first, you just wanted to light them on fire and throw all the gifts he gave you right into it, but Alicia thankfully made you overthink your decision.

"I hate him! Who does he think he is, huh? What the fuck—" This went on and on for a few minutes while you paced around your room. This was just two days after you came back from Jude's and your best friend, who sat on your bed, didn't know how to console you in this situation. She watched in disbelief while you picked out every single on of his shirts, didn't matter if it was a Dortmund or England or Real Madrid kit, and threw it on the ground, swearing up and down you'd tear them into shreds and burn them until they were unrecognizable. "Okay, look," Alicia stopped you, "I get what you're going through. Really. He's an asshole and I know how much it must've hurt but... come on, burning this shit won't solve the problem." You stopped dead in your tracks and slowly turned around to her, looking like you're about to cry again. "What do you mean?" Alicia sighed, "Maybe you guys make up. What then? Do you really wanna explain what happened to all of those." She pointed at the pile of shirts on your floor, to which you sighed this time. "I don't know, girl. Maybe you're right."

Your life felt weird without the most important person in it. Jude was out of the picture and that allowed you to finally peruse other people for once. While the first two weeks felt like torture, where summer dragged itself out without reason and you just wanted to go back to your normal life style again, September felt like a fresh new start.

Alicia had made it her objective to set you up with as many people as possible. Drunken nights out have gotten you nowhere the past few years, because you always wanted to stay loyal to the man who has your heart. Well, who gives a shit now? Definitely not Jude.

And, you thought you were over with that chapter for now, until your phone rang: "Hey, can we talk?" You picked up without looking at the phone screen, so hearing a voice so similar to Jude's made you jump. It was Jobe. "Oh my god, hey! Yes of course we can, how are you?" Jobe was always like a little brother to you and truth be told, you had missed him greatly. "Yeah.. yeah no, I'm doing fine. Are you, though?"

"Uhhh..." You paused for a moment, "Yeah. Yes I'm good. School's been okay, not too many assignments yet. Haven't thought about dropping out yet, I think that's the important part." Jobe chuckled at the other end of line. "You know that's not what I'm really asking you, right?" Oh great. Of course he'd tell his brother. Jude and Jobe were each others best friends and their brotherly bond allowed them to to talk about everything, even the most private stuff. "Ugh, okay. What did he tell you?"

"Not much until now. Just that you two had this huge fight. I knew he was an idiot, but I would've never thought he'd throw you away like that."

"He didn't... throw me away, Jobe. Now that I'm thinking about it, he can't control who he likes. If it's not me then.. well, you know."

"Don't lie to me like that. I can hear you lying."

It sometimes bothered you a lot how Jobe was able to read you like a book. You sighed and nodded, even though he wasn't able to see it. For a few minutes, you told Jude's brother what really bothered you and what actually happened. By the sound of his voice, he would've flown down there and strangled his brother, if he had the chance.

"Mom's been asking for you. But Jude kinda told her all that and she's too afraid she'll step over any boundaries if she called you." You sighed again. It was like family drama back home.. back with your family.

"I'll talk to her, I promise." You knew Denise would want things to be straightened out between Jude and you, but you didn't know if you could ever do that. At least not in the next few months.

"Okay. Thanks. I'll talk to you later. Love you."

"Love you too." And Jobe hung up

Now you were able to sit with your thoughts for a moment. After a few minutes, you decided against calling Denise right away and just focused on getting ready for another night out with Alicia and your uni friends.

...

It's October. The end of October and it was the most perfect time of the year. Halloween was in sight and attending a University in England seemed to be the most aesthetic thing one could do. A few days ago, Denise had called you a second time after Jobe had told you about her conflict.

The topic was — sadly for you — the first El Clasico of the season that was right around the corner. You hadn't been into football these past couple of weeks, but you did notice that Real Madrid had an unusually weak start. Gossip pages on both TikTok and Instagram had already touched on the story around Jude: He wasn't meeting with Amy anymore and you were also not seen in a while. Intern sources claim there was a fight and now you wonder which one of those new friends you made in Madrid gave the intel. You weren't mad.

What gossip pages also talked about was you. You, without being linked to a footballer. For a month or so, you've been hanging out with a new guy — Joseph — a lot. He was nice, caring, fit and you did like him a lot. On the Internet, it's already being speculated if he's your new boyfriend.. as if Jude was your last. Amy, of course, also couldn't keep her dirty little fingers out of the situation and had to post 'cryptic' insta stories seemingly making fun of you. You chose your peace and ignored them. She was pathetic, you knew that now and you wouldn't let yourself be bothered by someone like her.

"I just want you to think about it, sweetheart. You don't have to do anything you don't want to, okay?" Denise voice rang out of your phone while you were slumped over a few books for your mandatory statistics course. She asked you to come down to Spain and be there for the match and well... Jude. More so for her, if she was being really honest, because she had missed you. "I don't know if that's such a good idea." You couldn't just outright say to her that you currently hated her son, right? "I don't know if I wanna see him— Or if he even wants to see me." Denise huffed, but showed herself to be understanding. "Believe me, Jude wants to see you. He doesn't say it directly, but I can tell. A mother can always tell. He's been upset lately because of your new.. who is he?" You froze. "What? You mean Joseph? Oh, he's not my boyfriend if that's what you're asking." Later Denise told you that Jude had no right to be mad at you or Joseph, because of everything he had done with Amy and such. You were grateful that she understood that completely right. Thinking about Jude so often wasn't something you had planned, but emotions kept bubbling up. You missed him. Terribly and you didn't want to admit it. "You know what? Yes, fine, I'll be there."

"Ohhhh my god, why did I agree to this? What is wrong with me?" You were talking to yourself while you packed a small suitcase for the few days you'd be staying in Madrid. Maybe you thought this was an opportunity to patch things up.. but things needed a lot of patching. Were you ready to forgive him yet? No. No, most definitely not.

Alicia also told you it was a bad idea, but you did want to see Denise again, so whatever. If not for her son, then for her. The whole flight over you painted out different scenarios on how this thing would go. Would Jude be happy to see you? Glad even? Or brush it off and still be mad at whatever he thought he had a right to be mad at? How were you supposed to act? Congratulate him if he won? Comfort him if he lost? Celebrate if he scored a goal? Talk to him at all or just be there?

Denise had offered you to stay at their place, but you had politely declined. Not even the devil could make you go back there after the wound was still so fresh. Or maybe you're just exaggerating a lot. You couldn't really tell if you were too paranoid or if you should actually be feeling like this. At least some people were on your side.

"Look, you don't have to worry, you can go." Joseph said in his deep voice, turning the steering wheel left in the direction google maps was telling him to. "Yeah, I just. Man, I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I really like you and.. I wanna keep seeing you." He could tell your indecisiveness in your voice. Joseph was, of course, also a huge fan of Jude, if he was being honest. He didn't start going out with you just because you were associated with him, but he didn't mind hearing all the drama first hand. Ultimately, he understood he took on some kind of 'rebound' character, even though he also understood that Jude and you had never been in a relationship. "I like you too," Your date laughed, "But I think, like personally, you should go. Carrying all that weight of unresolved feelings and stuff won't be good for you." He was very mature and you definitely needed someone like that right now. You can't believe you were on your way to a very nice restaurant — a date — and you were still talking about Jude. "I'm sorry that I'm bothering you with all of this." You said after a few minutes of silence. "You're not bothering. I think it's nice that you trust me enough to tell me all of this."

On the other side, Jude, the man himself, was slightly mad at his mom that she even thought about inviting you. And he was mad that you accepted. Truthfully, he wished for nothing more than to see you again, since his feelings for you grew over the months. He kept cursing himself for realizing all of that now and not the years before. At the start of the season, he missed you being there for his first game. He missed seeing you in the crowd, he missed seeing you with his mother, he missed seeing you happy and celebrating when Real won. He missed seeing your absolutely beautiful face. He missed your hugs, your warmth, the smell of your favorite perfume. He missed your voice and talking to you the most.

He realized he wasn't playing his best, regardless of giving his everything on the pitch. It was emotional distress and he brushed it off to his friends and team mates as 'having too much stress'. Jude still woke up everyday excited to play football, but it was still a lot more fun when he knew you were watching — Doesn't matter if that was from home or right there in the stadium.

The feeling he felt deep in his bones had something to do with jealousy, longing and sadness. A mix between every negative thing in his life and he couldn't seem to get rid of it. Jude thought that maybe, if you were there after the El Clasico, it would resolve itself. All he needed is you and for you to forgive him. He also knew that he had to prove himself for it to work.

He hated that he had to prove himself against Barcelona and have you watch him. Judge him. Hate him. At least Jude thought you hated him — Why you accepted to come to his game was a mystery.

While he was busy sorting out his thoughts during the last hour before the game, you've been picked up by Denise, per her request. She gave you a little side hug in the car: "Aww, good to see you, sweetheart!" She exclaimed full with excitement. You actually were excited as well, to see her and be able to watch the game. It's not like you always only attended because of Jude. No, you've become good friends, or at least acquaintances, with most players and slash or their partners. "Good to see you, too. It's been a while, I've missed you."

You gapped about everything in your life, mostly about school and your family. Honestly, you haven't really talked to them in a hot minute since you immediately moved out when you graduated. Mark and Denise were a big help, because your parents wouldn't step up. Sometimes they'd try to call you and most of the times you wouldn't pick up. They had ignored you most of your life, what makes this specific day so special that they'd call? You didn't owe them anything. But, during these times, you wished you had a mom you could actually call and talk about it.

"Look. Jude's been.. down lately. And I know what he did and all that jazz. I just want you to know I'm on your side." Denise whispered to you while you took your seat once you were in the breathtaking stadium the Santiago Bernabéu is. On the big screen you, suprisingly, sae your face. You, who looked up and smiled slightly when noticing the camera on you. You kind of forgot this feeling, but you didn't really miss it.

"I appreciate that." You whispered back to Jude's mom, who started to laugh next to you. "I know what an idiot he can be. Oh, you have no idea how hard his early teenage years were with him."

"I do. I was there." Denise chuckled and nodded. She'd always call you soulmates, two people who couldn't be torn apart. You knew Jude better than anyone, since he'd always run to you with his problems rather than his mom or his dad. Later, Denise would bribe you with sweets or your favorite snack to go tattle on him to her. Of course, you'd never tell her Jude's big secrets or one's that could literally get him grounded for the next ten years, but it was entertaining to watch him get in trouble for small things like a failed test or for missing curfew.

"Different jersey?" You turned your head over your shoulder to check the back, as if you didn't know what kind of jersey you wore. It was blank, didn't have a name on it. "Sorry," You sighed when thinking back at the hassle that was picking out the right one, "didn't think.. I just thought this one was more appropriate."

You knew if fans photgraphed you with this one on, rumors would arise in literal seconds.

"Oh my god! She isn't wearing Jude's jersey!"

"Look, it doesn't say 'Bellingham' on it.."

"They really had a fight!"

Trying to clear your thoughts was hard here, under the eyes of everyone, so you excused yourself to the bathroom for a minute.

...

Well, this really didn't seem like the greatest season for Real Madrid. The game started off okay, with many offside goals and groaning from your side of the stadium. You tried your best not to have your eyes glued to Jude, but rather watch Vini, Kylian, Fede... anyone!

You'd tune out all the cheering and clapping once Barca had scored their third goal of the game. Jude didn't play his best, absolutely not. You wondered why that was, why this specific game? He probably knew you were coming, maybe he was under pressure because of you. Maybe he was scared to mess up in front of you. Maybe—

Wait.

This isn't about you. Is it?

You tried avoiding sounding so selfish and narcissistic in your own head, even though you didn't have to prove it to anyone. No one was there to read your thoughts, why were you so self critical? It probably was because of you. No. Or.. maybe? You definitely wished you were messing with his head right now, as somw kind of revenge. You didn't like losing though... he could've done more!

During Half Time a little before, you had spoken to Joseph over the phone:

"Dude, this is going terribly for you guys." The man quipped on the other end of the line, apparently not all that mad about it. "Ugh, tell me about it." Joseph had told you he wasn't the biggest fan of Real and you accepted that, but these kind of talks were getting really annoying. "I'm hiding in the bathroom. Like.. I don't even want to continue. He probably doesn't even want to talk to me after if they keep going like this." Joseph audibly laughed, not trying to hide his amusement. "Noooo.. come on. You have to try! Even if things don't work out.. I'm right here, baby." Hearing a term of endearment out if anyone's mouth but Jude's was cringe. "Haha.. yeah. I gotta go. I'll talk to you later." After you hung up, you stormed out of the bathroom stall, coming to a straight halt when seeing a woman at the sink fixing her makeup. Oh no, she heard all of that? How embarrassing.

To say your mood was ruined is an understatement. This sucks, the game, the opposing team, Jude Bellingham who's still not giving his all... You slumped back in your seat, hearing Denise sigh. Yeah, this was going to be a looooong evening.

...

There were no smiles, no laughing, no nothing. Losing 4-0 against your biggest rivals was also a thing of its own. You were standing at the end of the tunnel with Denise and basically everyone else who was here to see one of the players. You heart was racing, your palms were sweaty — You had sworn to yourself that you wouldn't get so worked up about this but you still did.

When Jude's eyes met you, it was like everything around him froze. He was happy to see you, happy to have you in his arms just a second and—

His last name wasn't on the back of your shirt. So it's true? The guy everyone's been seeing you with is your boyfriend? To be fair, Jude thought, he brought it upon himself. When you finally did lock eyes, you couldn't look away. He looked so sad and disappointed, in the loss of course. The tiny twinkle in his eyes told you that he was actually glad to see you.

It's like you two were connected even in a time like this. Just like you, he couldn't look away. Just like you, he wiped his sweaty hands on his shirt. Just like you, his heart was pounding. Jude was confused on what to do and just greeted his mom first, while you stood next to them, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

You had awkward eye contact with some other people around you, who apparently knew what was going on and just gave you a look of pity. Wow, why is everyone here so invested in your private life? It's not even that exciting, everyone has drama once in a whi—

"Hey," Jude greeted you rather breathlessly and stared down at you. "Hey." You couldn't do it. You couldn't look his way. That was quickly resolved anyway when he took the liberty and hugged you. Jude wrapped his arms around your torso, tightly, like you'd disappear if he let go. Because of muscle memory, you rested your head against his chest, not knowing how to reciprocate this act of affection. "I'm.. I'm," He whispered, "I'm glad you're here."

It sounded like he really needed you. Out of courtesy, and not because you wanted to, you hugged him back. After it lastet a moment to long, you tried to pry yourself from his grip, to which Jude immediately let go. Shit, he obviously overstepped a line.

Jude's eyes lingered on you, on your clothes, your hair, your slightly trembling hands. It was like the world around you two didn't exist anymore, but rather only this moment you two shared. You couldn't wait to get away from here. "Okay, let's drive you back, honey." Denise said after a few moments of pure silence.

...

The car ride back to your hotel was excruciatingly long. You kept biting your nails while Jude was busy, or at least pretending to be busy, with his phone. You saw him swipe around the weather app multiple times. Denise didn't even try to make small talk, mostly because she couldn't even really talk about the match without annoying her son with the outcome.

"We're here," She eventually said, and you thanked god for that. "It was really great seeing you again, Denise!" The woman turned around to see your face one last time and lightly pinch your cheek, before turning to Jude and trying silently urge him to say something.

"I'll take you to your room—"

"Oh! Oh no, that's really not necessary, Jude, I can—"

"Come on." The footballer stepped out of the car.

Denise mouthed a quick and honest "I'm so sorry" after you sighed. Why would he want to prolong this absolutely awkward meeting again. Oh god, if he wants to 'talk it out' you're done with him.

Silently, you followed the young man through the lobby and past the reception, where he pressed the button for the elevator. It's glass doors mirrored the two of you and how you were standing nect to each other quite uncomfortably. Jude had his hands stowed away in his pockets and you were clutching your bag to you as if he'd snatch it any minute. Thankfully, it was really late and there weren't any other guests going in or out of the hotel. The stupid hotel lobby music was the only thing that filled the silence between you two and it was starting to get on your nerves.

Finally, the elevator arrived with a little 'Ding!'. "Ladies first." Jude muttered and let you go in before him. You didn't say thank you.

"So," Oh no, what an uncomfortable start already. "You and.. that guy, huh?" Jude asked while the elevator was going up. "What guy?" You asked back, just as dryly. "You know who I mean." This made you think back to the call you had with Joseph during the game and it made you cringe all over again. "Uh.. no. No, nothing's going on between me and.. that guy."

Jude sniffled. He turned his head to you and mustered you for a good minute, before the elevator doors opened and he let you step outside first. "Are you sure?" Were you? That was a good question. But being in Jude's vicinity made you sure again. "Yes I'm sure."

"You're not.. That's.. The jersey's blank."

"Yes, I know."

"I thought, maybe it was because you're with that guy now."

"No. I just didn't feel like it. You understand, right?"

After a quick stroll through the hallway, you came to a halt at your room's door. Jude sighed, since there were obviously still things he wanted to talk about.

"Why did you come? I thought you.. you wouldn't want to see me for a while?"

"I don't know myself, okay? Jesus, I don't know anything right now! I wish people would just leave me alone with all of this bullshit, okay? It has consumed my whole life for the last weeks. I just need some peace and quiet."

"Was the hug too much?"

You paused, leaning your hand on the door handle. "No, it wasn't." In reality, you had wished Jude would've just swept you up your feet, hugged you, said a proper sorry and kissed you. A kiss would make you fold, that's for sure. You both were so sickly in love and it wss obvious.

"I really want to fix this."

"Oh yeah? And you're doing that by how? By ignoring me? By not texting or calling me?"

"You didn't call either."

"You know damn well why I didn't reach out first, Jude! You fucking hurt my feelings! You made me cry! You said you'd never..."

Jude held his breath at your words, suddenly feeling like an alien standing in front of you. "I'm sorry. I'm a coward. Please let me fix this." He begged one more time and just watched you dig around your bag for the card key to your room.

"I think you should go, Jude Bellingham."

"I don't want to go! Please just, talk to me! Communicate! We can make this work, I'll be better. I promise."

"I'm really sorry for your 4-0 loss today."

Before you were able to completely go through the door, Jude grabbed you by your arm and slightly dragged you back to make you look at him.

"I'm being serious. Because I have serious feelings for you."

"I was serious, too."

"I'll prove myself. I promise."

You removed your arm from his grip, glaring at him through your eyelashes. "You better not fucking break it."

And you were gone. In your room. And he was left all alone again in front of it.

[hearts4sammonroe]

could you write a little fluff of raising two daughters with james, him being the best husband and girl dad despite his past maybe some super cute moments between him and the kids and him and reader. only if you’re comfortable with that of course!

pairing: dad!james kelly x mom!reader

contains: fluff, girl dad James, typical kid behavior.

a/n: thank you izzy!! I’ve never wrote anything like this before, and I don’t have a good relationship w my dad so I pray this is accurate girl dad stuff 💀 i hope it’s okay 😭🫶 also I got the names off of Google lmao.

divider credit: @kodaswrld

James Kelly was trying his best to do his daughter’s hair. You tasked him with getting your daughters ready for the park while you packed lunch. James was miserably failing. Of course, he’d done their hair a million times, but your oldest daughter suggested pigtails. He only knew how to do a ponytail.

“Ah, shit I’ve— I mean shoot I’ve messed it up again.” He sighs.

“Mommy, daddy said a bad word!” Your three year old, Charlotte says.

“Nooo, I said shoot.” James rolls his eyes playfully. After ten minutes, he finished your 7 year old Amelia’s hair. “All done.”

Amelia skipped over to the mirror just to look horrified. “Daddy…”

Thankfully you walked in. “James, what in the world did you do?” You ask, the big grin on your face trying to suppress a laugh.

“I did pigtails!” James shrugs, a smile creeping onto his face.

“Oh, my goodness.” You sigh. For the next twenty minutes, you spent showing him how to do pigtails on your daughter.

Finally, you made it to the park. You had a small picnic lunch which surprisingly wasn’t messy then headed to the playground.

“Mommy, can you push me on the swing? Pleaaaaaase?” Charlotte asks with that gap toothed smile. Of course you oblige.

As you were swinging, James was helping Amelia on the monkey bars. “You can let go now!”

“Are you sure?” James asks.

“Yes, daddy. Promise.” Amelia smiles.

James hesitantly lets go. The poor kid lasted five seconds before falling down onto the mulch, letting out a cry.

“James…” you call out, already knowing the incident happened with him. He was a great dad, the best dad even! But one of those kids always got hurt with him.

“She said to let go.” James shrugs helplessly before picking up his crying daughter. “You okay, doll?”

“Yeah.” Amelia sniffles. “My knee hurts.”

“All right, let me see.” James says, setting her down on the bench and taking his backpack off. Yes. James is a backpack dad.

You walk over, Charlotte on your hip. “It’s okay, baby, see it’s just a little scratch.” You console.

“Yeah, daddy has these magic bandaids. Gonna make it all better.” James says, putting the bandaid onto the girl’s knee.

You, James, and your daughters were now at the grocery store. You were pushing Charlotte in the shopping cart, while James walks hand in hand with Amelia.

“And goldfish, and pudding, and cookies, and ice cream, and…” Charlotte was going on and on with her own requests for snacks. You were just smiling and nodding.

“My knee is all better so I think—“ Amelia stopped to gasp, pointing to the box of cake mix. “Daddy, daddy, daddy, can we pleeeaaaase make a cake?”

James looks over at you, like he’s asking permission. Last time you all tried to make a cake it was a disaster, but you always had to give it a second chance. “… all right.”

“Yay!” Amelia cheers. James grabbed two different cake mixes, mainly because he knew the first one would probably fail.

As you guys were heading into the house, the girls were walking together hand in hand. Just happy to be there. In their own innocent little world.

You look over at James, to see him with a big grin and fishing his phone out. That phone he’s had for years, barely works. But he was taking a picture of the girls, proudly, even with his bad angles.

“Look at our sweet girls.” He smiles.

Surprisingly the baking was going really well! The girls were doing great! But then James messed it up…

“Babe, can you open the bag of flour?”

“Uh-huh.”

He didn’t open it. He ripped it. The flour went flying everywhere. Everywhere. Not just the counter. It was the floor, the wall, the stove, and all over your daughters.

You look up to see your two little girls covered in flour. You didn’t even know how to react until they bursted into a fit of giggles.

“Daddy messed it up this time.” Amelia giggles.

“Yeah, I did.” James nods with a sheepish smile before getting a puff of flour blown at him by Charlotte. He got her back by tickling her, sending puffs of flour giggles everywhere.

You laughed, rolling your eyes playfully and trying to clean up the kitchen counter. And those three menaces… they saw their opportunity. They all threw flour at you.

“James! I just washed my hair!” You squeal, trying to be mad but you couldn’t with the way he was laughing and the girls were giggling.

“Now we all look like that pillsbury doughboy, huh?” James laughed, wiping flour from his eyebrow.

You all indeed looked like the pillsbury doughboy. It was like if he came in extra small, small, medium, and large. Crazy.

Bath time was rough. Getting flour out of two little girl’s hair was hard but you and James worked together. Then had to clean yourselves up for the second time.

You were all snuggled on the couch, in pajamas, freshly clean bodies, all cozy in James’ arms. James had one arm around you, one arm around Amelia, and Charlotte in his lap.

You were watching sleeping beauty. James claimed that he wasn’t interested but he definitely was. He was so invested.

Once the movie ended, he realized you were all asleep and he had been watching it by himself for thirty whole minutes.

He shook his head, chuckling quietly at himself before pulling a big blanket over you all. He glanced down at you with loving eyes, a small smile on his face.

“My favorite girls.”

@anakinstwinklebunny @haydenismyman @anisangeldust

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ashes – day 144 (1)

author's note: uhhh i wrote and posted this before the actual game... so this is winner!jack, i also have another version posted here..... sorry and bye

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you knew jack was a good hockey player. you knew he was capable of doing great things; you knew he could win any game he wanted to if he played as well as he could.

and yet, you were surprised to get the call from him inviting you to come watch him play the final game of the four nations tournament.

not that you were surprised he was in the finals, per se. you knew most of the hockey experts, and jack himself, had called the us team as the favorites for the tournament. but you and jack hadn't even discussed beforehand if you wanted to, or could, come watch him play.

i need you there, he had whispered into your phone after his win against sweden on monday. knowing you're in the stands cheering for me always makes me feel much better.

so, thursday morning, you got on the plane to boston. you were only able to see jack for a few moments after his morning skate – just enough time to hug and kiss his cheek and wish him luck – before he had to leave for media duties and whatnot before the finals. the time off gave you time to check into your hotel and get ready for the long night ahead.

and possibly try to calm your nerves a little, too.

not only were you nervous about the game itself, but mostly everything going on around it. jack had made sure that your name was written on some list to a special box in the arena for the players' families, and just the thought of interacting with so many new people left you a little nauseous. you'd just gotten used to being around the wives and girlfriends of the devils, but jack had no teammates with him in the national team.

it didn't help that your first interaction with anyone in the box was colliding with a woman about a minute after walking inside.

"i'm so sorry-" you said instantly, even though it was mostly her own fault for walking backwards without looking where she was going.

"no worries, dear!" she exclaimed, lifting her glass of champagne to her lips as she gazed over you. "well, aren't you just a doll! so sweet i think i could eat you up." she sent you a wink. "i see why jack would fall for you."

this caught your attention. "oh, you know jack?" you asked, eyebrows raising slightly. how did she know you were here with him?

"of course! we used to date. almost a year, but who counts, right?" the laugh she lets out felt strangely forced, yet you accepted the hand that she held out to you. "i'm stacy, i'm sure he's told you about me."

not once, actually. was it because she didn't mean much to him, or because he was hiding something? if they were together for that long, surely it had to mean something to him?

just like she hadn't left you room to introduce yourself earlier, she now started talking again before you could answer her question. "how are you enjoying being with jack, dear? it must be exhausting being with someone so obsessive!"

obsessive?

"he used to be glued to my side, he wanted me with him everywhere," she said, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "he used to call me the day before his games, all 'i need you to come to seattle tomorrow and watch me play'. so cute but so…" she paused to search her brain for a specific word. "tiring."

if you had to use a thousand words to describe your relationship with jack, not one would even be something close to the word tiring.

"and, obviously, the sex was explosive. but i'm sure i don't need to tell you that, darling," she laughed, adding a little wink in there for good measure.

when jack called you this morning, you never could've guessed that you'd be standing here discussing your sex life with his ex girlfriend.

there was something so… uncanny about her. you found yourself wondering how in the world jack could have gone out with someone so shallow and flaky – and why he was so different with you than her? was it because of him, or because of you?

the only good thing about this new "friend" of yours (one you hoped you never had to see again after today) was the fact that she had no issues dragging you around with her and showing you around. when the game finally started, she helped you find where to sit and watch; and during the breaks, she brought you with her to get drinks and snacks to refill your energy.

when the game finally ended, after longer than the other games you'd attended, you stood up in the box to watch jack and his teammates receive their gold medals. you had assumed you'd just get to see him later, when he was done celebrating with his team – but yet again, stacy had grabbed your wrist and dragged you along with her down to the ice, despite your initial refusal.

you and stacy were far from the only people who had made their way down to the ice to celebrate with their loved ones. stacy ran off to find her boyfriend, brody or brady or brock or zach, and left you all alone by the door leading out to the ice. you couldn't see jack anywhere between the pile of crying wives and excited children – maybe this was a bad idea? maybe he'd already left the ice and returned to his changing room, since you hadn't made any plans to meet here? maybe he was chatting to someone he found more interesting than you? maybe he was hoping you wouldn't be there?

just as you were about to turn around and hurry away before anyone noticed you, a familiar voice called your name, and it was like everything else quieted down; the whole world around you disappeared, and the only important thing to ever exist was now skating towards you.

"hello, champion," you said when he stood before you, unable to stop a smile from breaking free on your face.

he offered you a hand, helping you step onto the ice with him, and then he pulled you into his arms and swept you off your feet. your arms draped around his neck, sweet laughter slipping from your lips as he spun around in a circle. "i didn't know you'd come down here!" he exclaimed, giving you one final squeeze before setting you back on the ice.

"i wanted to surprise you." your hands slid down to rest atop his shoulder guards as you took him in. the massive grin on his lips, his cheeks still flushed from the game, the tips of his curls sticking out from under his winner's cap – and the gold medal around his neck.

there has never been a more perfect sight, you decided.

"was that stacy you came down with?" jack's hands found your waist, his eyebrows raised as he looked down at you. you had almost been worried that he would be upset or mad about you meeting her – as if he had something to hide, perhaps – but he was still smiling. probably the high of the win still present in him.

"we can talk about that later," you told him. "now, i want to talk about how good you were. and how good you look in your gold medal."

"no need to boost my ego," he said, swatting a dismissive hand in the air.

"i'll boost your ego as much as i want to!"

he tugged you a little closer, your hips brushing up against his. "you'll come celebrate with me tonight, though, right?"

you silently studied his expression for a while – for someone so sure of himself, someone who had just won a tournament this big, he looked almost scared that you'd say no.

like you'd ever find it in yourself to say no to his pretty, brown eyes.

"of course. there's nothing i'd rather do."

[haruchx]

HONESTLY I LOVE BOTH IDEAS SO MUCH, but I'm a huge fan of fanfics where the character is always flirting (and teasing 🥴) the reader LOL but whichever one you post I'll love it for sure 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

"Yes Ma'am." ༄.° ⌗ One.

ᯓ★- pairing: Bonten!Sanzu Haruchiyo x Fem!Reader

ᯓ★- synopsis: Sanzu had never left your side since the first day you joined Bonten. This ruthless man who was tough on everyone was completely different towards you. He felt a feeling in his heart that he had never felt before. He was ready to do anything to see the reciprocation of this feeling from you, to feel your love and to possess it.

ᯓ★- w.c: 3.2k

ᯓ★- warnings: drug use, alcohol use, implied possessiveness/jealousy, vomiting, emotional manipulation (light), toxic attachment, delusional behavior, mild suggestive content, obsessive behavior, emotional vulnerability, unhealthy relationship dynamics.

ᯓ★- h/n: I wrote this at 2 am and the editing is just now finished so I don't know if it's good or not. As i said I'm thinking of adding a few more chapters to this but i don't know when I'll post it. Don't hesitate to point out any mistakes you see or parts you don't like, enjoy reading!

You are in bed, the window is open and the cool breeze of the summer night is coming in, you are about to fall asleep. It's a very quiet night for a Bonten member. Everyone had gone to the usual club except you, you didn't go tonight because you wanted to rest.

Until that damn phone rang. You were already suspicious of the fact that your peace lasted for too long. It was Ran. Ran wouldn't usually call you at this hour unless there was something important, he would be busy flirting at the club.

You groaned as you reached for the phone in anger. When you answered the call, there was loud music in the background and Ran spoke immediately.

"There's a problem. It's Sanzu again."

"There's no one else who's a pain in my ass anyway. What happened this time?"

Just as Ran was about to start talking, you heard Sanzu yelling from behind, probably yelling at Rindou.

"Get the fuck out of my way! I said I want {Y/N} to come!"

"She said she would rest!"

"And why do you know this and not me?! Why did she tell you and not me?! Are you trying to get close with her or something?! Don't you dare!"

You pinched the bridge of your nose when you heard the argument between Rindou and Sanzu. Sanzu was acting jealous as usual, even though there was nothing in the name of love between you two. Ran spoke on the phone as he walked a little further away from them.

"I warned Sanzu but he took too many of those pills and also drank too much alcohol before and after. So right now he's both drunk and high, it's a mixed thing. He does stupid things, he doesn't even listen to Mikey. He says he wants you, he also tried to beat Rindou a few times."

You sighed and got up from your bed and quickly walked towards your wardrobe to put on some clothes while answering Ran.

"Tell him I'll be there in a minute. And why the hell did he try to beat up Rindou?"

"She thinks Rindou is flirting with you or has a crush on you or something. Hurry up or I'll lose my patience and shoot him with my gun."

"Keep that fucking gun on your belt, I'm coming."

You hung up the phone and threw it on the bed, then you got a few things from the closet and quickly put them on. Sanzu was always like this, every night you weren't with him he would cause trouble and somehow bring you to him. What about his jealousy? It had been there since the first day you came to Bonten, in a way you didn't understand. He would never let you go, he wouldn't let anyone else besides him follow you either.

After getting ready quickly, you grabbed your phone and car keys and started walking towards the garage. Your phone started beeping in your hand with messages one after another. When you looked at it, it was Sanzu. Of course, who else could it be anyway? He was sending you ridiculous but cute photos that he wouldn't send to anyone else and bombard you with messages.

- where are you?

- when are you coming????

- Ran said you'd be coming soon.

- i miss you so much girrllll ♡♡♡

These were exactly the messages that high Sanzu would send to you. You couldn't help but let a short laugh escape your lips as you rolled your eyes.

- I'm coming, don't get into trouble.

- sit on your ass and wait for me.

- yes ma'am.

You got into the driver's seat of the car and quickly started it up, stepping on the gas. Sanzu would usually listen to you, but this time you weren't so sure because he was both high and drunk right now. Because it was late, the roads were generally empty. The radio was playing a few of the songs Sanzu had previously added to your playlist.

When you arrived at the club, you planned to take Sanzu directly and go back to Bonten base, so you parked the car near the garage exit. You entered the club from the back door. Sanzu was sitting on a couch with his legs spread apart and his head leaning back a bit. His eyes were half closed. There was another woman next to him and she was trying to get closer to Sanzu, while Sanzu was trying to ignore her.

"Come on.. we can have some fun tonight."

"I don't want to, you're not {Y/N}."

"Oh fuck {Y/N}! You've been saying her name all night long."

"Don't you ever mention her name like that again!"

Even though Sanzu couldn't move properly, he frowned and tried to push the woman away, not realizing that you were watching all of this. When you saw that the woman was still trying to get close to Sanzu, you cleared your throat and approached them both. Both of their gazes turned to you. While Sanzu was happy as if he had seen his favorite toy, the woman raised an eyebrow.

"What's the problem?"

The woman's tone of voice bothered you, she was acting too cocky.

"The problem is you. Can you get up?"

"Excuse me? Who do you think you are, telling me to get up?"

Sanzu wasn't even listening to the woman, his eyes were only on you and he was muttering in an exaggerated sappy tone.

"Hmm.. my woman has come for me again.."

When the woman heard this, she realized who you were and cleared her throat, quickly stood up, mumbled a fake apology and walked away.

As you stood in front of Sanzu, he placed his hands on your hips and smirked as he looked up at you, mumbling. His hands had trouble finding the right places to hold on to, and his eyes had trouble looking in the right places.

"Did you miss me that much? You came too fast."

"Miss you? Tch, that would be the last thing I'd do even if I were to die. And... who is that woman?"

"I don't know, she's nobody for me. I think she wanted to undress me. I told her I'm married. She asked me where my ring is and said a bunch of other nonsense."

What Sanzu said seemed ridiculous and funny to you right now, considering how his gaze was wandering every five seconds and how he was having a hard time keeping his head up. Still, you tried not to laugh.

"Did you say you're married? Who's your wife then?"

"What do you mean who's my wife? Of course it's you. We got married, remember?"

That stupid but somehow attractive smirk was always on his face. With all the pills he took and all the alcohol he drank, he was starting to make up ridiculous memories again. Still, it was amusing to tease him in moments like this

"Mhmm, yes we got married Haru. But shame on you! You forgot our wedding anniversary!"

A worried expression appeared on Sanzu's face and he quickly stood up but he almost fell on you because he was so dizzy. He barely held on to your shoulders at the last moment.

"Our wedding anniversary?! But wasn't that in the winter?! In February, actually! And we're in June."

"No, it was in June! I can't believe you!"

Sanzu whined and laid his forehead on your shoulder, closing his eyes. It was starting to get a little harder for him to get the words out.

"Okaaaaay, I'm sorry... I'll make it up to you, I promise. But let's not break up, okay? We haven't even had kids yet.."

Your heart skipped a beat for a moment, even though you were only joking at first. Sanzu's vulnerable state... was driving you crazy. Sighing, you put one hand on the back of his hair, patted it, and spoke into his ear.

"Okay, we won't broke up. But come on, we need to go back and you need to rest, okay?"

Sanzu made some whining noises but nodded and held onto you, putting his arm around your shoulders for support. As you walked him towards the exit, you saw Rindou watching the two of you from the sidelines. When you made eye contact with Rindou for a second, Sanzu immediately frowned and spoke angrily, although it was difficult.

"What the fuck is going on?! Why are you staring at each other?! There's something going on between you two, right???"

Rindou just rolled his eyes and walked away and you sighed as you looked at Sanzu, he had to stay calm since it was a sign of doom for him to get angry when he was high.

"No, Haru, there's nothing going on between us. We just made eye contact, that's all."

"No, that bastard is trying to take you away from me! I can tell by his looks!"

Because Sanzu thought you two were married right now, telling him that you are not even together would put him on edge. So you just continued to lead him to your car.

"You know I don't even give a fuck about him, right?"

"But what if he takes you away from me? Then I won't even listen to Mikey, I'll shoot him and his brother."

Sanzu was talking like a stubborn child as he stumbled, you had to admit that he was quite cute and charming even now. You opened the backseat door as you leaned him against the car, carefully helping him to get inside and laying him on his side.

"No shooting at anyone."

You took off your jacket and placed it under Sanzu's head as a pillow. You got into the driver's seat, fastened your seat belt and started the car after closing the backseat door. As you were driving towards the garage exit, you saw Rindou looking at your car from the garage entrance. You didn't understand what he was trying to do and every move he made made Sanzu even crazier.

Sanzu lay quietly in the backseat with his eyes closed. You spoke with a tone of voice that contained a bit of concern as you looked at him through the rearview mirror.

"Haru, are you sleeping? Wait a little longer, when we return to base I'll take you to your room and then you can sleep."

"I'm tireeeed..."

Sanzu didn't open his eyes while whining, normally if he was sober he would be ashamed of his own actions right now. You continued to drive silently while smiling involuntarily, occasionally checking his condition by looking at him through the rearview mirror.

When you arrived at the Bonten base, you parked the car in the garage in its usual spot and got out. You opened the backseat door and saw that Sanzu's eyes were closed, but thankfully he wasn't fast asleep yet.

"Haruchiyo, come on, open your eyes. We're here. I'll take you to your room."

"Can't I stay here a little longer..? Your jacket smells exactly like you. What was your perfume? YSL Libre? I'll buy all the stocks of this perfume."

You had a hard time not bursting out laughing at Sanzu's words.

"This is a women's perfume, what are you going to do with all the stock?"

"If I spray it on myself, no woman will come near me because I will smell like women's perfume. Besides, I will smell the perfume when you are not around."

Sanzu gave you a tired smirk as he opened his eyes.

"You're unbelievable.."

There wasn't a single trace of anger in your voice, just fondness. Sanzu got out of the car, first holding on to the backseat door and then to you, but he stumbled. You left your jacket behind, closed the door and locked the car. You started to walk Sanzu towards the entrance while he was still leaning on you and he started to whimper.

"I think I'm gonna throw up.."

"What?! Wait, don't throw up right away. The toilet is right over there. Hang on a little longer."

Sanzu leaned his head back as he huffed but listened to you and tried to hold on until the two of you got inside and went to the first bathroom in front of you. But when he entered the bathroom, he couldn't hold it in and fell down directly in front of the toilet and threw up in the toilet bowl. You quickly knelt down next to him and pulled his hair back from his face over his shoulder, trying to comfort him.

"Shh, okay relax. Let it all out."

Sanzu closed his eyes while throwing up and took deep breaths when he finally stopped for a while. His voice was hoarse from throwing up.

"Why are you talking to me like I'm a baby?"

"What, would you rather I scold you while you're throwing up?"

"Would you scold Rindou?"

You couldn’t help but huff and roll your eyes when you heard that question. You knew it was Rindou’s fault that Sanzu kept bringing this up.

"Stop with this Rindou bullshit anyway."

Sanzu frowned and coughed a few times but still managed to look at you.

"No, answer me. Would you scold him in a situation like this or treat him like you're treating me right now?"

"I wouldn't even be around when Rindou threw up, Ran would have been there. Why should I care about Rindou anyway? You're talking nonsense."

"Rindou speaks differently, though."

"Because he wants to provoke you, don't you understand? He tries to drive you crazy by trying to flirt with me, and you fall into his trap every time."

"Because I'm scared that I'll lose you because of that bastard!"

After Sanzu said that, he coughed and threw up again while turning his head. As you watched Sanzu, you felt your heart ache for a moment with his words, even though there was no romantic connection between you two.

"Haven't you figured out yet that I wouldn't be interested in someone like Rindou?"

"What if one day you change your... mind?"

"Come on, I've been with you since day one. If I haven't given up on hanging out with a maniac like you, I won't give up on it from now on either."

You said this with a slight smile to lighten the mood, but Sanzu's facial expression still looked serious and a little scared.

"I don't feel like throwing up anymore, let's go to my room."

You nodded and Sanzu stood up with support from you. You flushed the toilet, brought him closer to the sink first and turned on the cold water, wetting your hand and wetting his face and neck with the cold water. Sanzu was just watching you, he still looked angry but he couldn't stay angry while you were taking care of him like this. While you were wetting his neck, he suddenly leaned over and kissed the tip of your nose. You froze and looked at him, he looked like a little child.

"What, why are you looking at me like that? Can't I kiss you?"

"No, you can-- I mean, of course but it was.. so sudden, y'know?"

"I'm sorry I couldn't send you a letter just to let you know before kissing you."

While you were frowning at his joke, he suddenly started laughing, but you couldn't stay serious for too long and laughed along with him.

"Anyway, please leave the 'very funny' jokes for later."

You gently dried his face and neck with a towel as you turned the water off again and began to walk upstairs to his room. No one had returned from the club yet. Sanzu had gone completely silent.

When the two of you entered his room he let out a sigh and was finally able to sit on his bed while still leaning against you. He scratched the back of his neck and tried to lie down directly but you stopped him.

"No, change your clothes first. You should wear something comfortable."

"Pfft, c'moooon!"

"Nuh-uh."

Sanzu huffed but still listened to you and while you brought his pajamas, he took off his jacket, started unbuttoning his shirt. You had to hold yourself back from staring at his muscular, toned upper body, past scars showing. but Sanzu was aware of this and flexed his muscles while smirking just to tease you.

"You're impressed, huh?"

Your cheeks turned red on their own and you smiled involuntarily while rolling your eyes. You slapped his cheek lightly, playfully.

"Shut up, I don't care about your muscles right now."

"Tch, I'm hurt."

Sanzu dramatically put his hand over his heart and smirked at you. You helped him put his t-shirt on gently.

"You need to take your pants off now."

"Oh my, are you a pervert?!"

Sanzu was still making fun of you, when he saw that you were getting more and more angry and embarrassed, he started laughing. He unbuttoned his pants, unzipped them and lowered them. You looked away just to avoid seeing that.

"Don't look away, one day you'll see this every night."

"Oh shut the hell up, Sanzu!"

Sanzu was still laughing and when he took off his pants he put them aside. He staggered to his feet to put on his pajamas. While you were still not looking at him he approached you from behind. His warm breath was touching your neck and he placed a small kiss on your neck. This time he brought his lips to your ear and whispered.

"Don't try to silence me. I'm telling the truth. One day you will be mine, and the day you become my woman I will have the honor of holding you in my arms every night."

You couldn't answer Sanzu because you didn't know how to respond to those words. You turned your head to the side, and Sanzu smiled at that while still standing behind you, placed a gentle kiss on your hair.

He put on his pajamas and carefully got into bed, putting his head on the pillow. You folded the clothes he had taken off and opened the window a little to let in some fresh air.

While you were doing all these things, he was laying quietly on the bed. Just when you went to look at him, you saw that his eyes were closed and he was fast asleep. His current facial expression looked much more innocent than usual. An involuntary smile appeared on your face.

You covered him up a little so he wouldn't get cold, and even though he had already vomited everything he needed to vomit, you decided to stay with him because you thought there was a possibility he would vomit again at night, in his sleep. You were worried about him.

You sighed and leaned your head back as you sat on a couch in the room. Sanzu's words were still running through your mind. You wondered what it would feel like to.. be his woman. The feeling of being in his arms every night. These words were confusing your mind and heart even more, as you still didn’t understand how you managed to attract Bonten’s number 2.

[runningincircl3s]

Blood Sport

Noah Sebastian x Reader

Chapter Seven

masterlist

chapter warnings: none?? (but shit goes down lmao)(also i know tdopom and the ost were already released in this story, as andy mentions it in nothing ever after, but for the sake of the story let's pretend the songs mentioned in this chapter weren't on it!)

okayyy i know i say it on almost every chapter but i had so much fun writing this :) i've said before how i try not to take writing too seriously, but i still do put a lot of time and effort into my stories and i hope you like them as much as i do :) anyways happy friday!!

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It had been quite a few days, you weren't even sure which day of the week it was anymore, and you were still processing what you had read. The lyrics Noah had written.

You would sit in bed at night and read over them, like you were trying to find a hidden message in it. But the message wasn’t hidden, it was right there in your face. 

“You never loved the thought of us, you’re too good to be true”

“You don’t want me the way I want you”

“Fooled me and you did it well, thought you were somebody else”

Folio had noticed you weren’t your usual self, that something had been bothering you for the past few days, but he gave you your space. He assumed you’d come to him when you were ready, but you never did, and he was starting to worry.

So, now, on the morning of Nicole’s party- which he assumed you’ve forgotten all about- he cornered you in the kitchen. You were getting a drink when he came up behind you, crossing his arms as he gave you a look. 

“You gonna tell me what’s up?” He asked. 

You sighed, setting your mug back down on the counter. You paused for a moment, debating whether to tell a lie, but that wouldn’t get you anywhere, you knew he’d catch you out. 

“I found something in the hoodie Noah gave me.” 

“Oh… Like a condom-”

“No!” You laughed, before taking a deep breath, “I think it's song lyrics, I… I think it might be about me…”

“What did it say?” He asked, his arms dropping back down to his side. 

You reached into the pocket of your shorts, because of course you kept it on you at all times, and handed it over to him. 

He unfolded the paper, his tongue dancing around his lips as he read, and he gave you a look before handing it back to you. 

He sighed, and with a soft shake of his head, said,

“Do you remember the night of your birthday? When he left and nobody could get hold of him?”

"As if I'd ever forget."

“Well, turns out he got on the first flight back home. That’s why none of us could call him, or text him. He spent the entire flight writing that song, when we all came back home and found him in the studio, he was quiet, but he said he’d been writing a lot of lyrics… And, let's just say that wasn’t the only song he wrote for you.” 

“There’s more?”

Folio nodded. 

“If you really meant nothing to him, do you think he would’ve put so much time and effort into a song about you? This one,” he motioned to the paper in your hand, “He called Somebody else, once things cooled down a bit he wrote Take Me First and… Well I can’t remember the other ones.” 

“What?”

Folio pulled his phone out, finding a picture Matt had sent him of a similar sheet of paper with lyrics scribbled onto them.

I lie to myself like it’s not too late

Convinced the past can still be changed

We know it’s gone, but I can’t move on

I wanna rewind, but it just replays

Jumping on a hand grenade

But it won't go off, no it won't go off

But it's too late to turn back now...

You felt your heart sink.

But you couldn’t show Folio how it made you feel.

“...So is he putting these songs on the next album?” You asked, crossing your arms, but Folio shook his head. 

“No, after all the shit you got online after the fans found out what happened, he decided not to make things worse.”

You scoffed. 

“You saw all that, huh?” 

“Yeah… We all did. It really pissed Noah off seeing how they spoke about you-”

“As if he’s any better.” You shook your head, “Look, I want to move on. I don’t want to keep…”

Your voice caught in your throat. You swallowed hard, shaking your head like that might somehow shift the ache in your chest.

Folio leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching your face carefully.

“You don’t want to keep what?” He asked, his voice softer now.

You let out a sharp breath. 

“I don’t want to keep feeling like this. Like I’m stuck in the past. I came here for a fresh start, I knew it’d be hard but I didn’t ever think it’d be like this. Like no matter how hard I try, I’m always going to be tied to him in some way.” Your fingers tightened around the crumpled paper. “And it’s like he’s still tied to me, too. But I don’t know if that’s a good thing or just…” You exhaled shakily. “A curse.”

Folio let that sit for a moment before answering. 

“Maybe it’s neither.” He said simply.

Your eyes flicked up to him. 

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… maybe that’s just what happens when you really love someone. You can't just forget them overnight, and the universe has it’s ways of bringing you back together. Cause let’s be real, you and Noah, you were never just casual. Not to him.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” You scoffed. 

“C’mon, y/n. He left that night, yeah. He shut you out. But he never stopped caring.” He motioned to the lyrics still clutched in your hand. “You think someone writes all these songs about a girl they don’t care about? Other people have hurt him in the past, all they got was a ‘fuck you’ and their number blocked. But not you.”

Your chest felt unbearably tight as your eyes dropped to the words, reading them again even though they were already burned into your brain.

Your voice was small when you finally spoke again.

“Then why didn’t he fight for me? And in all those months, why didn’t he reach out? If he still cared?”

Folio hesitated. 

“I think, in his own way, he thought leaving was the safest thing to do. He was protecting himself in that moment, but I don't think he thought this far ahead… And c’mon, we all know he’s stubborn as fuck. I think he was waiting for you to reach out first.”

You blinked, caught off guard by that, but Folio continued.

“Look, I’m not saying he handled things right, neither of you did. But I think he was confused and hurting, just like you. And when you’re hurt, sometimes you run. That’s just what he did.”

Silence stretched between you.

“But he seemed to move on pretty quick.” Your voice was quieter now, but Folio still heard the bitterness laced in it.

“You mean him and Amy?”

You looked away. You didn’t need to say anything.

“I don’t know what to tell you,” he admitted, “I think, at first, she was just a distraction. Something that stopped him thinking about you.”

You let out a sharp breath. 

“Well, that’s not what Ruffilo told me. He said they were inseparable until I came back.”

Folio exhaled sharply, shaking his head. 

“You really believe he could ever love somebody who isn’t you, y/n? We all knew different. We knew what they had wasn’t real- which is why she hated us, because she knew that we were right. That’s why she followed him everywhere, she had to be by his side at all times, trying to make him love her, and he allowed it, he played into it becuase he was trying to... Well, let's just say they were never inseparable because they were in love.”

You took a deep breath, letting his words sink in, feeling even more sorry for her having to be dragged into this mess.

“I can’t do this, Nick.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, and you hated the way it wavered. “I made a mistake moving here. I thought it’d be okay. I thought we were done with each other. But I can’t keep messing up people's lives.”

“Hey,” Folio’s face softened, “You’re not! Did you even listen to me? Or anyone in the last few weeks? He isn’t happy with her.”

Your breath hitched, and you forced yourself to shake your head. 

“Then he should let her down gently and should find someone else.” Your voice was tight as you were barely holding it together. “Because I can’t go back there. Not even if I wanted to. Not after what I did to him.”

Folio opened his mouth to argue, but you cut him off.

“No!” Your voice cracked as you raised it, the tears finally spilling over, blurring your vision. “If he can still care about me after everything I put him through… I don’t deserve him.”

Folio’s face fell, his own throat bobbing as he swallowed. He didn’t try to argue with you this time. Because what could he say to someone who truly believed they weren’t worthy of love?

…

A couple hour passed, Folio gave you some time to cool off before knocking on your bedroom door.

“Y/n?”

There was a moment of silence before he heard your bed creak.

“Yeah?”

“…It’s Nicole’s party tonight, remember?”

“Oh, shit!” You groaned.

Your mind had been elsewhere for so long, you had forgotten about everything else. You hadn’t even bought her a gift.

You shot out of bed, swinging thr door open.

“Fuck, I forgot all about that, I've had so much else going on… Have you got her a gift?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it we can say it’s a joint gift.”

“Folio, I fucking love you.” You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding, before wrapping your arms around him, a hug you didn't know you needed.

You just about had time to hop in the shower, get dressed and get ready before Folio said it was time to go.

You were not looking forward to seeing Noah this evening, with all the conflict in your mind right now that was the last thing you needed, so you thought you’d turn up to Nicole’s party, stay for a little while before complaining of a headache and go home, hopefully before he even made it there. 

So you cursed yourself when you both turned up at the same time. 

As Folio pulled up to Jolly’s driveway, Noah and Amy were already there, getting out of his car. 

Your breath caught the second you spotted them.

Noah slammed his car door shut, his expression flat as he walked towards the front door. Amy was at his side in an instant, her hand wrapping possessively around his arm, her eyes flicking toward you briefly, acknowledging you with a small smile.

You swallowed hard, willing yourself to stay composed.

Folio glanced at you as he put the car in park. 

“We can wait a minute if you want.”

You shook your head quickly. 

“No. Let’s just go in.” The sooner you got inside, the sooner you could find Nicole, say your hellos, and disappear before things got messy.

Folio hesitated but nodded, unbuckling his seatbelt.

You opened the door and stepped out, feeling the weight of Noah’s gaze before you even looked up. And when you did, you regretted it instantly.

His eyes lingered on you, but before either of you could say anything, Amy’s grip on his arm tightened. She turned to him with a sickeningly sweet smile.

“Come on, baby. Let’s go say hi to your friends.”

Your stomach turned at the sound of it.

"Baby."

You ignored the way your fingers curled into fists at your sides and forced yourself to turn away, shutting the car door harder than necessary. You weren’t going to do this. Not here. Not tonight.

But as you followed Folio toward the house, you heard Amy murmur something to Noah, her voice just low enough that you couldn’t make out the words, but whatever she said made his shoulders stiffen.

Your mind screamed at you, telling you to go back. Go home. This was a bad idea.

But instead, you kept putting one foot in front of the other, fighting the urge to steal Folio's keys and dart back to the car.

You felt Folio’s arm wrap around your shoulders, comfortingly as you both walked to the door, letting Amy and Noah pass before stepping inside, Nicole’s face instantly lighting up as she spotted you. 

“Finally! I’ve been waiting ages for you to turn up!” She grinned, pulling you into a hug. 

“Yeah, sorry… Got caught in traffic.” You said with a small smile, “But happy birthday! We got you a joint gift.”

Folio handed the gift bag over to her, and she took it with a grin. 

“Thank you so much! Can I get you guys a drink?”

“Sure, I’ll have beer!” Folio smiled, but you were more hesitant. 

“I'll just have a coke, please. I kinda want to keep a clear head tonight.” 

“Good thinking,” she chuckled, walking the two of you towards the kitchen, before motioning to the back yard, “Look, Jolly decorated whilst I was at work today, doesn’t it look beautiful?”

You looked out into the garden, string lights were hung on the fence, there was a bonfire, a bar, a makeshift dance floor and of course the best speakers Matt would allow him to borrow. 

“He really put a lot of thought into this, huh?” You smiled, watching how her face lit up as she watched her boyfriend talk with his friends by the fire. 

“I know,” she smiled, “What did I do to deserve him?”

You noticed the way her bottom lip quivered as she spoke, making you frown. 

“Hey, hey! No tears, it’s your birthday party!” You pulled her into a hug, and she nodded against your shoulder. 

“I know, I know…" She sniffled, "I just really love him.” 

“And he loves you too…”

She nodded, and you carefully wiped away the tears that had spilled from her eyes. 

“Now… I love this song, and if you don’t dance with me I don’t know who else will.” You smirked, hearing the intro to First Date by blink 182. 

“Uh… Me of course!” You heard Alyson call out, walking into the kitchen to greet you, and complaining about how Amy was already making comments about the setup outside.

So you, Nicole, and Alyson naturally made your way to the makeshift dance floor outside. The cool evening air wrapped around you, but the warmth of the string lights and the giddy energy between you and your girls made it easy to ignore.

The three of you sang along as you moved to the beat, carefree and lighthearted for the first time in what felt like forever. It felt good, just having fun, just being here with your friends, just living in the moment without thinking too much.

But, of course, it never lasted.

You turned mid-spin, breathless and smiling, and your gaze caught on something...

Or someone.

Noah was standing near the bonfire, hands stuffed in his pockets, eyes trained on you. His expression was neutral, but the intensity of his stare made your heart stutter. He looked away the second your eyes met, but the damage was already done.

And Nicole noticed. Of course she did.

“Uh-uh, nope,” she grabbed your wrist, tugging you back towards her. “No looking at him tonight, honey. It’s my birthday, and I refuse to let you spend it stuck in your head over him.”

You blinked, heat rushing to your face. 

“I wasn’t-”

“You were,” she interrupted, grinning. “But you’re not anymore.”

You huffed a laugh, shaking your head. 

“Fine, fine.”

You let her pull you back into the moment, pushing everything else aside. You’d deal with your feelings and Noah another day.

For now, this was Nicole’s night, and Alyson had just put her favourite Pitbull song on, so you knew you weren't leaving the dancefloor any time soon.

…

Hours passed, yet in the right company it only felt like minutes. Some of Nicole's other friends arrived a little later, yet they seemed to keep to themselves. As the sun began to set, the sky turned into shades of warm oranges and deep purples, casting a soft glow over the party. The air turned cooler, a crisp breeze settling in, making you shiver slightly.

Folio, ever observant, caught it immediately.

“Here.” He took off his jacket and draped it around your shoulders without a second thought.

You glanced up at him, a grateful smile tugging at your lips. 

“You didn’t have to-”

“Yeah, yeah,” he rolled his eyes but grinned. “Just take it.”

You did, pulling it tighter around yourself as you exhaled, watching the flames of the bonfire flicker against the night.

Everyone had started to settle down, some grouped around the fire, others stood by the bar or swaying to whatever song was playing now.

And then Jolly cleared his throat.

The chatter died down as he rose to his feet near the fire, shifting slightly before speaking.

“I, uh…” He glanced around, swallowing hard before his gaze landed on Nicole. His whole face softened. “I just wanted to say something, to Nicole.”

Nicole blinked, her brows knitting together slightly. 

“Jol…?”

He let out a breath, then smiled. The most genuine smile you had ever seen.

“Babe, when I met you, six years, four months and twenty days ago, I never thought a beautiful, intelligent, kind woman like you would ever look my way… But you did, and every single day I wonder what the hell I did to deserve you.”

Your heart stopped. You knew exactly what was happening here, and so did the guys- besides Matt and Noah, who both looked a little puzzled.

Nicole’s eyes widened, her hands flying to her mouth as Jolly reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black box, dropping down onto one knee.

Nicole’s hands were trembling, her lips parted in shock as he opened the box, revealing a delicate, stunning ring that caught the light of the fire.

“I want to keep this short, I did plan a little speech but...” Jolly let out a breathy chuckle, “I want it to come straight from the heart. I love you.” Jolly said simply, his voice steady, sure. “And there is nobody else I want to spend the rest of this life with. So, Nicole Rodriguez… Will you marry me?”

For a moment, everything, and everyone was completely still, silenced.

Then,

“Yes!” Nicole practically launched herself at him.

Jolly laughed as he caught her, holding her tightly before pulling back just enough to slip the ring onto her finger and kiss her.

You smiled, clapping along with everyone else, warmth spreading through you as you watched Matt wipe the tears from Alyson’s eyes. The whole moment made you feel warm inside, the amount of love in the air, between Matt and Alyson, Nicole and Jolly. Sure, it did made your heart hurt, but right in this moment you felt nothing but pure joy.

But you couldn’t help but wonder if you would ever feel something like this...

You thought back to last time, last year, when Matt had proposed to Alyson. It was during the tour on a day off, a day spent at the beach. Back when you were conflicted over what you wanted.

“Hey,” Noah’s voice broke your focus as he sat down beside you on the sand, his shadow long in the light of the fire. He offered you a skewer of roasted marshmallows, the edges golden and soft, before smirking. “You look like you could use something sweet... Oh, and some marshmallows.”

“Thanks." You chuckled, taking it. Your fingers brushed his briefly, and for a moment, neither of you moved.

Noah leaned back, taking in the sight of the sea as the moon reflected off it. 

“This is the kind of night that sticks with you forever.” He said.

You nodded, turning your head around to look back at Matt and Alyson, who were wrapped up in their own little bubble of love and laughter by the fire. 

“I'm so happy for them, they're perfect for each other.”

“It’s what everyone’s chasing, I guess,” Noah said quietly. “That kind of connection. That kind of bond.”

You glanced at him, his profile softened by the moonlight. There was something wistful in his voice, like he was trying to reach for something he couldn’t quite touch. There was so much he wanted to say, to confess, but now wasn’t the time. The time would come soon, though, he was sure of it. 

“It makes you wonder, doesn’t it?” He asked suddenly, turning to look at you.

“Wonder what?”

“What it’s like to have something so... unshakable. What it’s like to have something that strong.” 

You thought back to that night more than you'd care to admit, wondering what he truly meant, whether there was something he was going to say to you if you weren't interrupted.

“Do you believe in soulmates, Noah?” You asked, your eyes meeting his as you waited for his answer.

“I, uh… I like to think everyone has someone out there,” he nods, “I know I’ve met mine already.” 

“You have…?” You swallow hard. 

“Ruffilo.” He said proudly with a smile, “I know he’s my platonic soulmate, at least. I can’t imagine my life without him, we’ve been there for each other through everything, through the depths of hell but also the happiest moments of our lives. I know some people think soulmates are a romantic thing but… I don’t believe that.”

“Noah,” you pout, “I’m glad you have him.” You say with a smile, resting your head on his shoulder. 

“What about you?”

“Hm?”

“Do you believe in soulmates?”

“I don’t know.” You admit, looking out at the sea, “I’ve always believed there’s someone out there for me, maybe I’ve already met them, maybe I haven’t. Growing up I always imagined meeting them, getting married, having kids… But I don’t know if that’s what I want anymore…”

“Why not?” He asked, curiously. 

“I just can’t imagine being the love of somebody’s life. Sure, I might love them, but how would I know they’re telling me the truth? How would I know I’m not being lied to?”

Noah frowned, tilting his head down to look at you.

He thought about how he could put it into words. Should he just spit it out, "I love you!"... No, you deserve more than that. "You're the love of my life"... No, too cheesy.

But before he had the chance to make the confession that could possibly change your life forever, Vinny appeared, dropping into the sand on your other side, already diverting the conversation.  

Noah was going to tell you then. Everything could've been so much different if he had just said it, if he had told you the truth that night, and not wait until it was too late.

Because if he had, then the two of you would be sat together now, your head resting on his shoulder, holding hands, stealing kisses by the fire.

But instead, he was sat several feet away from you, his girlfriend by his side, resting her head on his shoulder, playing with the rings on his fingers.

You didn't even realise you were staring, until you felt him staring back.

But you didn’t look away, not straight away. The music faded, and everyone around you seemed to disappear, your heart fluttered under his gaze. Instinct told you to look away, but you hesitated. Because you wanted to know...

Was he thinking the same as you right now? Did he regret anything? Did he also wish he didn’t leave that night? Did he also wish the two of you could’ve talked it out back then, instead of spending months in pain. 

Did he also wish you had never even met?

Before you could figure it out, movement in your peripheral vision- Amy kissing his cheek- snapped you back to reality. You shook your head, shaking off the feeling that was lingering in your chest, and got up, walking away.

Amy loved him, you told yourself, she deserves him more than you. She'd never hurt him the way you did. She'd treat him the way he deserved.

But she had felt the way his body tensed.

She had seen the way his breathing changed.

And in that moment, she knew.

The realisation hit her like a punch to the gut. Her fingers tightened around Noah’s arm, grounding herself. Grounding him.

“Noah...” she murmured, so soft it almost got lost under the noise of celebration, the sound of Jolly popping open a bottle of champagne.

He blinked, as if surfacing from a trance. 

“Yeah?”

Amy forced a small laugh, tilting her head up at him. 

“Could you imagine it?”

His brows furrowed. 

“Imagine what?”

She gestured subtly toward Jolly and Nicole.

“Us. Getting married someday. I know we’ve only been together five months but… Do you think about the future too?”

Something passed over Noah’s face, so quick that if Amy hadn’t already been looking for it, she might have missed it.

But she was looking.

And she did see it.

The hesitation, the uncertainty, the lie he wanted to tell but couldn’t bring himself to say.

Because he had only ever imagined his future with one person, and it wasn't Amy.

Noah’s lips parted slightly, as if he were going to speak.

Just say yes. Just say yes.

But no words came.

Amy exhaled sharply through her nose, nodding to herself like she had just confirmed the inevitable.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything." She murmured, her voice quieter than before.

“Amy-”

“No.” She shook her head, forcing a smile, as if she could will herself into believing this didn’t hurt. “It’s okay.”

But it wasn’t okay.

Because now she knew for sure. She had been right since the beginning. 

Noah hadn’t fully been hers from the start.

She had felt it in the way he kissed her. The way he held her. How he always seemed present, but never completely there. She had tried to ignore it, tried to believe that maybe, just maybe, if she loved him enough, he would love her the same way in return.

But love shouldn’t have to be earned.

And she refused to be that girl again. The one who waited around, hoping one day, she’d finally be enough.

Amy swallowed against the lump in her throat and let go of his arm.

“I think I should go.”

Noah’s head snapped toward her, jaw tightening. 

“Amy, no, don’t-”

She smiled, but it didn’t reach her tear filled eyes. 

“It’s okay, Noah. Really.”

She took a step back, arms crossing over her stomach, as if holding herself together. She wanted to scream at him, she wanted to cry, tell him she hated him, but she couldn't. Where would that get her?

Because she did love him, and she wanted him to be happy. She wished and hoped and prayed every night that it would be her, that she could give him what he wanted, but no. It was clear now.

“Just… do me a favour, okay?”

His throat bobbed as he nodded.

Amy let out a slow breath, shaking her head, her voice breaking as she whispered,

“Don’t lie to yourself anymore.”

And then she turned and walked away, disappearing into the house, leaving Noah sitting there, surrounded by laughter and love. 

Yet feeling completely alone.

…

You were stood by the fridge, talking with Bryan, when Amy stormed past, sobbing her heart out.

You and Bryan exhanged a glance, before you backed away, rushing to follow her.

"Amy?" You called out, catching her just before she made it to the front door.

You barely had time to register her tear-streaked face before she spoke.

“I was wrong again.” She whispered, laughing bitterly.

Your heart sank. 

“What do you mean?”

Amy sniffled, shaking her head. 

“I thought Noah was the one. I really thought…” She trailed off, blinking rapidly.

“What happened?”

She hesitated. Then, in a small, broken voice, she said,

“It’s you.”

You froze.

“He’s yours, y/n. He was always yours.” She let out a shaky breath, like she was on the verge of hyperventilating. “I can’t compete. I can’t do this anymore. I won't sit around and wait for the inevitable. Not again! I won’t!”

Guilt hit you like a ton of bricks.

“Amy, I-”

“No.” She shook her head. “It’s not your fault. It’s his. If he loved me, even the slightest bit, he would’ve… He would’ve ended things sooner, and not put me through all this shit when he could see what it's been doing to me!” Her voice cracked, and for the first time, she looked truly exhausted. “I deserve more than this. And you…” she swallowed, eyes glassy, "You need to figure out what the hell you want. You say you're over him, that you don't want him, but does he know that? Because the way you look at him says otherwise."

You opened your mouth to speak, but you physically couldn't get any words out.

You felt sick.

You wanted to argue, to tell her she was wrong, but you couldn’t. Because a part of you knew she wasn’t. If you were truly over Noah, you wouldn't think about him every night, your pulse wouldn't race when he looked your way, you woouldn't wonder if you could've ever made things work.

She nodded once, more to herself than to you, before reaching for the doorknob. But before she could leave, you grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

"Amy... I never wanted this." You said softly, guilt threading through every syllable.

She gave you a sad smile.

"I know. Neither did I."

And then she was gone, slipping out the door and leaving you standing there, feeling like the worst person in the world.

The party continued outside, like nothing had happened. This was Nicole's night, it was supposed to be full of friendship, love and fun memories, and you weren't about to let Noah ruin it. You took a shaky breath, running a hand through your hair, before turning back toward the kitchen, only to find yourself face to face with Matt.

His expression was unreadable, but his arms were crossed, his stance firm.

"She’s right, you know," he said quietly. Fuck, did he hear all of that? "You need to figure this out."

Your heart sank.

"Matt, I-"

"No," he cut you off gently, but firmly. "I’m not saying this to make you feel worse. I’m saying it because I care about both of you. And if you don’t do something about this... You’re both just gonna keep hurting each other, and the people around you. forever"

You looked away, staring at the floor as his words settled into your bones.

"Do you still love him?" He asked, voice softer now.

Your lips parted, but no words came. Because even though the answer was right there, just waiting to be spoken, you couldn’t bring yourself to say it.

And Matt saw it.

He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face.

"That’s what I thought."

Silence stretched between you. You wanted to run, to bury this all deep down and pretend it didn’t exist. But that wasn’t an option anymore, was it?

"Come on. Let’s get you some air." Matt smiled softly.

He didn’t wait for a response before guiding you toward the back door. You followed, your mind spinning, your chest tight. The cool night air hit you as you stepped outside, but it did little to calm the storm raging inside you.

And then, just as you were trying to steady your breathing, trying to make sense of the chaos in your head, you saw him, sitting there, laughing with his friends like nothing happened. Like he hadn't just broken Amy's heart.

Hands curling into fists, you exhaled sharply, the fire outside flickering as if it, too, shared your frustration.

And then, without thinking, you moved.

“NOAH!!”

His head lifted slightly at the sharpness in your voice.

Before he could react, you grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him inside.

His brows shot up, stunned. 

“What the fu-”

You shoved him against the wall, fire burning in your chest.

“What the fuck are you playing at? Your girlfriend just left in tears and you didn’t think to go after her? Haven’t you learnt from the past?!” You were seeing red. 

“She asked if I’d marry her, I didn’t know what to say.” He shrugged, trying to defend himself. 

“Then you’d say yes!” You shouted.

“And be miserable forever? Lie to her every single day for the rest of our lives?” He scoffed, “Y/n, it’s not that simple.” 

You let out a sharp, humourless laugh, stepping back just enough to glare at him. 

“Not that simple? Not that simple?” Your voice was incredulous, barely containing the rage inside you. “She loves you, Noah. She spent the last five months giving you everything! She wanted a future with you. And you couldn’t even pretend to consider it? This was supposed to be Nicole’s night, and as usual, you fucked it up!”

Noah glared at you.

“I fucked it up?” He scoffed, “Oh, now that’s rich coming from you.” 

“Don’t you dare.” You spat, through gritted teeth, pointing a finger at him. “Noah Sebastian. We are in the past. You said it yourself. We were a… a mistake.” You swallowed hard, forcing the words out.

“Don’t you dare give me that bullshit.” 

“What-”

“C’mon. It’s fucking obvious, how many times have I caught you looking at me like that tonight?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

Noah raised an eyebrow, stepping closer, closing the distance between you. 

“C’mon, don’t play dumb… I saw it, she saw it.”

Your heart hammered in your chest. He was too close- too close for comfort. But you couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, because deep down, you knew he was right.

“You’re out of your damn mind, Noah.” You muttered, trying to step back, but he followed, stalking forward until your back hit the wall.

“Oh, am I?” His voice was lower now, rough, taunting. His breath was warm against your cheek, his presence suffocating in the best and worst ways. “Tell me, then. Tell me you feel nothing when I’m this close.”

Your jaw clenched. You refused to give him the satisfaction, but the way your pulse betrayed you, the way your breath hitched at his proximity, it was humiliating.

And he knew it.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, his fingers twitching at his sides, like he wanted to reach for you but was holding himself back.

Or maybe he wasn’t.

Because a second later, his hand found your hip.

You tensed, every nerve ending in your body screaming at you to pull away... no, to pull him closer. To cave. To feel him again, to pretend that nothing had changed.

But everything had.

“Fuck you, Noah.” Your voice was steel, even as your hands shook. You shoved him back, putting space between you. “You broke that poor girl’s heart. Whether you ever really loved her or not, she deserves to know the truth, she needs closure, don’t you think?”

Noah exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down his face. For a second, you thought he might argue, that he might say something selfish, something you wanted to hear but couldn’t allow yourself to.

Instead, he just stared at you.

And God, you hated the way he looked at you. Like he was searching for something. Like he was waiting for you to say the words first.

“Noah.” You swallowed, forcing down the lump in your throat. “Go after her. She never deserved to be sucked into our mess. If Amy ever meant anything to you, you’d go after her right now. You'd go after her and you’d apologise. For everything. Please, Noah."

But he didn’t move.

And then Amy’s voice echoed in your head, full of heartbreak.

“He’s yours, y/n. He was always yours.”

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[fangirlmermaid]

You never fail to make me feel special

Summary: Hugh couldn't make it to your concert tonight but there's a surprise

Pairing: Hugh Jackman x Singer!reader (female)

(Some grammar and punctuation mistakes)

(some sexy dances)

(Kinda Long)

(I'm sorry that the lyrics are bad I just threw them together)

Ever since you were young you knew you wanted to be a singer. You dreamt about selling out stadiums on your world tour, being nominated or winning some awards wouldn’t be bad either.

You worked hard to achieve your dream. No matter how many setbacks you had, it didn’t stop you from achieving your goal.

All that hard work paid off, as you are now on a sold-out world tour for your third album, Memory. You were the Pop princess of the year, everyone was talking about you, your tour, and even deciphering some of your songs that your fans believe to be about your boyfriend Hugh Jackman.

Yes, you were dating the Marvel Daddy Hugh Jackman. You two met on the set of Deadpool and Wolverine, you were recording a song when he and Ryan came into the recording studio to see if they liked the song you wrote. You thought he was a cutie, you would’ve asked him out but you remembered that he was in the middle of a divorce and you didn’t know if Hugh would be into dating a 26-year-old. So you backed off.

But Hugh kept liking and commenting on your Instagram.

It was Ryan’s idea to have Hugh invite you to the small wrap party that the crew had. With Ryan as his wingman, you two hit it off and started your relationship. You two kept it a secret from the public, till you two announced your relationship at the Deadpool and Wolverine premiere.

You both are each other's biggest supporters. The day the movie was released to the public you wore a sequin Wolverine suit at your concert to show how your love and support for Hugh. He will take every opportunity to talk about you during those interviews.

It broke Hugh’s heart that he couldn’t attend one of your shows since you got together. Hugh was busy with his press tour for this movie. Of course, you understood this movie is a big deal to him and his fans but he promised that once the press tour was over he would be at every single concert.

You stood in your dressing room at SoFI Stadium, doing vocal warm-ups and practicing your dance moves. Before heading to Canada, Los Angeles was your last show on your United States tour.

Touring across the country was an amazing experience. Seeing your friends, family, and fans coming to your shows always brings a smile to your face, you can’t wait to share it with Hugh.

It was an hour before show time. You started to get ready. The Butterfly necklace was from Hugh as a just-because gift.

Your final touch was drawing your wing eyeliner, you leaned back in your chair. You’ve done this thousands of times and yet your heart still races. The nerves…the excitement. What if you missed your cue, what if the fans hate the concert, what if someone from your crew gets hurt, what if something happens to one of your fans and security is too late to do something?

Ding Ding

You looked at your phone and smiled, always coming to the rescue.

Hugh<3 Break a leg tonight Darling. You’re going to be amazing as always.

You

I wish you were here );

Hugh<3 Me too. I promise after this interview then I’m all yours<3

Knock Knock You looked over your shoulder to see your manager Daisy poking her into the dressing room “You ready?” she asked giving you an encouraging smile, you nodded your head trying to save your voice.

You I have to go! I love you! Good luck with your interview! Remember you are doing this interview to get people to watch your movie not to talk about me!

Not that you mind but You didn’t want another text from Ryan complaining about how his pants were talking Hugh<3 But how else are the people supposed to know that you’re my girl?

Your face heat up You OMG Stoooop!

Daisy knocked on the door once more as a warning. You set your phone back down on the makeup station. Before you left you silently prayed to the poster of your (F/S) for the show to run smoothly.

You stop before stepping onto your platform which brings you to the main stage, Theo from the crew places your mic pack on your dress, your earpiece, and hands you a silver rhinestone microphone. Theo gave you a thumbs up and you stepped on the mini platform.

The platform rose and on cue, your back was to the audience; you thought it was hilarious. Realization hit your face and you turned to face the screaming audience.

The band started to play an energetic beat and you placed the mic close to your lips.

If we weren’t best friends we would strangle each other We get in trouble together She saw me at my worst and she still loves me She’s my ride-or-die

This song was on your first-ever album. It was amazing to see people on TikTok use this song, you were glad people could relate to it. Your best friend always supported you on your journey to fame.

Near the end of the song the band had a solo (they deserve to shine) You were on the runway with your dancers, shimming to the right side of the stage. This was your time to look at the audience, all those smiling faces get you so energetic.

You shimmed to the left, looking at the crowd, and that's when you saw him. Butterflies flew in your stomach, Hugh was here in the VIP tent, singing along. His smile was so big, and his eyes were full of love. Forgetting you were performing, you jumped in your spot while excitedly waving to him. Then you remembered that you were performing. You stopped, covering your face behind your hands, silently laughing along with everyone else.

When you pulled your hands away you saw Hugh wave back with the same amount of enthusiasm and blew a kiss. You blew a kiss before walking to the center of the runway and bringing the mic back near your lips.

She’ll kill for me and I’ll kill for her She’s my ride or die-ie-ie

The music stopped and you smiled as the crowd applauded. You placed your mic on its stand “Hi!” The crowd screamed “Welcome to the Memory tour!” The crowd cheered “Who’s ready to have a good time LA?” The crowd cheered

You took a deep breath trying to prepare for the next song. Your eyes found Hugh, he was cheering and blowing kisses at you, even showing his wrists full of friendship bracelets. You silently laughed.

The band played a slow beat.

You call me up on a Saturday night Asking if I had plans

“And I said bitch not with you”

You called me every name in the book And that’s fine It is just a reminder That I’m happier by myself The beat picked up.

You knew it was ironic that you were singing about how happy you are by yourself while you're in a happy committed relationship.

You ran to the front of the stage and dropped on your knee with your back facing the audience.

You called me an insecure little girl But how could I ever be insecure

You bring your chest down to the floor, arching your back and flashing everyone your underwear. The audience screamed, and the platform lifted you. Your eyes landed back on Hugh who was red as a tomato that he had to fan himself. You grinned, and you sent him a wink.

An hour passed and a wardrobe change later, your show was close to wrapping up. You had to save one of the best songs for last.

You walked back onto the center stage and placed your mic into its matching stand.

“LA are you having fun tonight?!” The crowd cheered

“Can I ask you something, LA?”

The crowd cheered

Your eyes gazed back to Hugh.

“Has anyone here ever been head over heels in love with someone that it drives you…Crazy?”

The crowd screamed their heads off as the acoustic guitar played.

The platform lifted you as your backup dancers grabbed their partners and began to waltz around you.

It drives me crazy How well you read my mind It’s like we share the same one

Some fans near the VIP tent were pointing at Hugh, hyping him up. You wrote this song after the first time you said I love you to each other.

You never fail to make me feel special

Your hand slid from your neck to your lower abdomen.

You gave me an Aussie Kiss And I was under your spell It drives me wild

The fans were losing their minds while Hugh stood there grinning ear to ear not ashamed or embarrassed. He did put your exes to shame.

You took my broken heart You made me believe in love again I never knew a man could have so much love in his heart

You drew a heart in the air.

Waiting for the next chorus you mumbled I love you before blowing a kiss at him. Hugh caught it and sealed it on his lips causing your cheeks to heat up.

Once the show was over, security walked you down the path that led to your dressing room. You walked outside waving to the fans who were still there. You were really happy that this tour was a success and you got to do what you love and share it with the people you love.

You turned a corner and saw Hugh smiling in front of you making your heart skip a beat. Without wasting another second you ran towards him; you could hear the fans screaming.

You wrapped your arms around his neck “I thought you had an interview” you mumbled into his chest. Hugh wrapped his arms around your waist not caring that you were covered in sweat “They had to cancel, so I decided to come and surprise you” Hugh stated. You placed your hand on the back of his neck pulling him into a sweet kiss, Hugh pulled you closer as if you’d slipped away.

You broke the kiss “I’m so glad you did” You smiled, giving him a quick peck on his lips. Hugh tucked a strand of hair behind your ear “I would’ve brought flowers but there wasn’t enough time” Hugh admitted cupping your jaw, this man! You gave a small smile “Next time! I’m just really happy you’re here” you mumbled, this was the best surprise.

Wait until the next show, where you were going to sing Come Alive from The Greatest Showman. Hugh was pulling some confetti out of your hair “You did amazing, Love! I am so proud of you” Hugh praised, you smiled feeling pride and love.

Hugh took your hand lacing them together, you both were about to walk past the fans side by side. They were of course cheering, Hugh let go of your hand and sped a few feet ahead of you, he threw his arms towards you announcing your arrival. You stopped in your tracks trying to look annoyed at him but your small smile gave you away.

Hugh placed a kiss on your knuckles as an apology as you kept walking, “I love you” Hugh mumbled into your ear causing butterflies in your stomach “I love you more” You mumbled before stealing another kiss from him.

[dollyhao]

Can we bring back Loser Ellie x Bully reader? Please and thank you ❤️ but take your time and take care 🫶

cw; smut, tribbing i got y’all :) yall i ain’t never wrote about tribbing before (or tried it lol)

you anxiously look down at your phone while biting your nail. your stressing over the fact that ellie isn’t texting you back. by now you would be at her place banging on her door but… you might’ve taken it too far.

you took your anger out on ellie when she didn’t deserve it at all and she was understanding at first, you were having a bad day and you were pent up, so she gave you a chance to apologize. but you refused and decided ignoring her was the better option.

ellie looked really hurt before she grabbed her things and left your place. that was 5 days ago and ellie never goes this long without talking to you. shes been avoiding you, declining your calls, and ignoring your texts.

which is understandable given you still haven’t apologized in any of your messages, just a bunch of “let’s meet.” and “where are you?” texts. but when day 7 hits, your ready to get on your knees and beg for forgiveness. so that’s what you do.

“i’m sorry baby, i didn’t mean what i said.” your on your knees in front of ellie’s desk chair that she’s sitting in, grasping her hands, tears welling up in your eyes as you ask for her forgiveness.

ellie is staring at you wide eyed, she’s never seen you act like this. you never apologize or beg for anything, from anyone. but ellie can’t help but feel kinda… good when she sees the tears in your eyes. this obviously means you care and that you missed her.

she already ready to kiss your pout away before you start rambling about how you would do ‘anything’ for her to talk to you again. and who is she to pass up such a opportunity, “what are you gonna do? you really hurt my feelings…” ellie mumbles putting on a soft, sad tone as she looks down at the hands that are holding yours.

“what do you want me to do?”

‧₊˚✩彡

“i love you so so much ellie!” you are panting as you grind against your gf, bodies sweaty, pussies making the most lewd sounds as they rub against each other. you have her cute little nipples in between your fingers, twisting them and pulling as ellie holds on to your hips grinding against yours.

ellie has been wanting to try tribbing with you forever now but never had the confidence to ask but you seemed happy at the idea and more than willing to do it with her. but of course you can’t do this for long because your truly a pillow princess at heart so you collapse backwards on the bed, panting as ellie has to put in all the work.

ellie is not complaining as she lifts one of your legs next to your head as she frantically fucks herself against you causing sweet mewls to fall past your lips. ellie grips and slaps on your tits, “you sorry baby?” ellie asks you throwing her head back in ecstasy.

“i’m so so sorry els. i love you. you forgive me?” you trail your fingers in between your bodies rubbing at ellie’s clit. “a-always baby, always.”

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"OF COURSE, DOLL"

I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH BUCKY

Pov: Bucky takes care of you when you're feeling under the weather

I hope you like it! 😌🖤☝

WARNING: EXPLICIT SMUT UNDER THE CUT

Life didn't make sense to you.

You thought maybe the best thing to do was disappear for a while, throw your phone in the trash, and go to some town with no internet connection at the North Pole or some place like that where the only life you'd encounter were native animals.

Then, as if fate hadn't wanted you to carry out your plan, a couple of knocks sounded at your front door.

"Who's there?" you asked from inside the bathtub, wiping the tears from your face with the back of your hand.

"Bucky," he answered from the other side of the door, "I came to see if you were okay. You weren't answering your texts."

"Are you so good with your phone now that you know I haven't returned your calls?"

"Funny," he blurted out. "I took the key from behind the flowerpot Hawkeye's kids gave you," he explained. "I'm going in."

"No!" "You almost squealed," I don't want you to see me like this… I… I'm embarrassed.

"We've known each other for a long time, baby," he whispered gently. "I know what you're going through, and whether you like it or not, I'm going to help you because right now you need someone to take care of you." He paused. "And that's exactly what I'm going to do."

When Bucky walked into the apartment and saw you naked in the bathtub with your legs pressed up to your chest and your head down, he felt his heart sink.

He walked over to you and gently brushed your wet hair away from your face, lifting your head so you were looking at him.

"Buck…" you murmured, stifling his name with a sob.

"Oh, doll," he whispered. "Come here."

He held you tightly in his arms, with no intention of letting you go.

"Shh, it's over," he said in your ear, stroking your hair with his metal arm. "I'm here, you're safe," he whispered. "You're safe," he repeated. "I'm going to get you out of here."

"But I'm…" you began. He shook his head. "I won't look, I promise," he murmured. "Where's your bathrobe?"

"It's that one." You pointed to an orange one. He nodded and opened it in front of you, looking away to give you some privacy.

"Put it on, please," he asked. "I don't want you to get sick."

So you did.

With great effort, you got out of the bathtub after putting on the bathrobe.

Silently, Bucky dried your hair and body and put you in your pajamas, all in record time.

The gentleness of his actions and the fact that he was being so kind and understanding with you made you want to cry more than before.

"You're ready, now go to bed," he ordered kindly. "You need to rest."

"Will you stay with me?" you asked, and Bucky couldn't help but smile.

"Of course, doll." He smiled, sitting next to you on the bed as you crawled in, the covers up to your nose.

Bucky watched you for a moment, checking that you were positioned correctly so that your neck wasn't in a bad position, when you started to cry again.

"Hey, hey, baby. What's wrong?" he whispered, lying down beside you, looking at you intently.

"I… I don't know if… I think…" you sobbed hurriedly.

"Look at me, doll. Breathe when I breathe, okay?" you nodded, staring at his chest as it swelled and contracted.

You followed that rhythm, and after a few seconds, your breathing had evened out, and your crying had subsided a little.

"That's it, baby. I knew you could do it," he smiled. "Please tell me why you're crying," he begged. "I can't stand seeing you like this."

"I know. I'm sorry, it's just that…" You swallowed hard before staring into his blue eyes. "Are you mad at me?"

He frowned in surprise.

"Why would I be mad at you?" the soldier wanted to know.

"I haven't ruined any of your dates or anything, have I?" you asked, putting your hands to your head in embarrassment. "Oh my God, I hope not."

"And even if I had, nothing is more important than being here, now, with you," he whispered, making your heart skip a beat in your chest. "When was the last time you slept through the night?"

"Three days ago," you confessed, making his eyes widen.

"Okay, you need to sleep, and this isn't a suggestion," he murmured, halfway between delicate and serious. "And I'm going to stay here to make sure you do," he said so you knew he was completely serious.

"Now close those beautiful, big eyes and go to sleep." "Are you really going to stay?" you asked for confirmation. He nodded. "Yes, I'll make you breakfast in the morning." He smiled. "Now go to sleep."

"I can't."

"Why?"

"I don't know. You… I… we…" you cursed under your breath. "Can you hold me?"

"Do you want me to be the big spoon?" he asked. You nodded.

He wrapped you in his strong arms and pulled you against him, so that your back was almost pressed against his chest.

"Bucky?"

"Hhmm?" –he murmured-

“I want you to touch me,” you whispered, “please.”

He was silent for a few moments before speaking.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of you or anything…”

“I am, Bucky, please,” you begged, making him smile.

You felt his fingers slowly slip under your shirt and he brushed his fingertips along the underside of your breasts.

You arched your back, making his smile widen.

"Can I touch you?" he asked, seeking one last confirmation.

When you nodded, he moved his hands up to cup your breasts from behind, making you gasp.

The combination of the cold of his metal arm and the warmth of his flesh one made your head spin.

"Doll… you are…" he murmured, watching you press against him, seeking more friction. "So perfect," he whispered, nibbling at your earlobe. "I could worship you all night long."

"Do it, Buck, please," you begged desperately. "I need you."

"Oh baby, you don't know what you're asking of me," he murmured, making his way to your center with exasperating slowness. "Once I start, I won't be able to stop"

That night, Bucky made you cum twice in a row, causing you to sleep through the night for the first time in a long time

And suddenly, life did make sense.

[b00tyliciousbabe]

gingerbread

himbo bf x male reader

summary: spending time with your boyfriend and his family for the holidays. some fluff, lil angst, bad jokes (i apologise in advance), and minimal smut of course.

notes: merry chrysler! hope y’all pretty people are doing amazing. notoriously indecisive in true bootylicious fashion, i settled on one of my fave typa men - gentle giant himbos. think danny wheeler from baby daddy. now, i would never call my men dumb, but always be saying real stupid things. there’s a specific kind of wonder that you can see in their eyes…i’m whipped.

disclaimer: i also tried to keep it as open to as many tastes as possible, so a lot of who he is, you can do create yourself. but i had to make him a bit of a redhead, they too fine.

y’all better gass me because the way i wrote this 3 hours before the end of xmas day, enjoy babies <3

saved in his phone as gingerbread - he’s a ginger, and you get bred xx

you always loved spending time with your boyfriend’s family, almost as much as they loved you. his mother was the first to catch Y/N fever, mostly because you reminded her of herself and it was a relief to know that someone could handle her son’s antics . then it was his brothers, they loved how mellow you made him, as if all of his struggles melted away when you waltzed into his life. they felt like your guardians, wanting to protect you because they knew how much you meant to their baby brother. and his sisters…they’re lowkey your best friends. when you first met, y’all got on so well with one another bonding over fashion, pop culture, and weirdly philosophy.

his dad liked you as a person, believing you were a kind soul, but not the person for his son, because of how different you two were. they were a quiet luxury kinda family, which didn’t necessarily coincide with how connected you were with celebrities. this was until he saw how well you worked together. whilst working on a huge project for the family business, your boyfriend was stressed in the office. you walked in, ready to go on a date after he’d finished. ‘hey baby, you look hot, where you going?’ he’d forgotten, but you never held it against him. you loved to see the cogs turn in his head as he came to a realisation. ‘shit. it’s date night.’ he groaned head in hands. ‘I’m so sorry Y/N, work’s just been so busy, the clients wanted to move the order forward, the contractors needed more data on the financial markets, and…’ you sat down on his desk, holding his chin so you guys exchanged eye contact. ‘babe, it’s all good, i know it’s a really busy time for you.’ you stroked his face reassuringly, a sigh of relief emitted from his lips. ‘i ain’t leaving your side, we’re in this together,’ you said as you went in for a kiss. it was deep and sensual, and if you didn’t stop when you did, you would’ve left that room walking side to side. ‘so, what can i help with?’ you responded, looking at the documents on the desk. he stared up lovingly, ‘i don’t deserve you,’ he admitted ‘too good to me.’ which garnered a little chuckle from you. his dad saw how supportive you were, pulling an all-nighter for the benefit of your man. you were so tired that the two of you spooned on the couch in his office, and slept there. early the next morning, the two of you were met with a breakfast course on the coffee table and your respective starbucks orders. you kissed your bf goodbye, so he could work, and just as you were about to leave, his father stopped you. ‘good morning Y/N, did you enjoy the food?’ he questioned as you entered the elevator together. ‘it was lovely sir, thank you.’ you replied hesitantly. ‘the only thanks due is to you, i appreciate how you’re always there for my son.’ you smiled inside, longing to prove yourself to him. ‘I love him sir, he needs to know that any problem he has, automatically becomes our problem to solve together.’ he knew at that moment, you were the perfect fit.

one of the core memories of your relationship was the weekend in the alps. your boyfriend thought this would’ve been the perfect opportunity to have some alone time with you before the new year. with award season coming up, many celebrities needed to be styled, you legit had no time to see him, it was going to be amazing. you stayed in the chalet his parents owned, but neither of you knew that it’d be an entire sibling getaway. the two of you snuggled under the blankets, drinking hot chocolate, whilst listening to some quiet smooth jazz in the background. revelling in how cozy and warm it was, he was dozing off whilst cuddling and you decided to follow suit, but not before a quick kiss on your bf’s nose - he’s so cute. unfortunately, like most precious things, this didn’t last long. there was a huge clatter at the door, awakening you two. ‘what the fuck are you guys doing here?’ your man blasted at them. ‘oh hey lil bro,’ one of them said as the others made themselves feel at home. ‘we heard you lovebirds were here and wanted to see Y/N again, we missed him.’ they all waved at you. you blushed and immediately got up greet them all with hugs and squeals. ‘omds, i haven’t see you guys in ages, we have so much to catch up on.’ you blurted out in an excited frenzy. your love, on the other hand, didn’t share the same energy. whilst you had walked to his sisters, his brothers playfully punched your bf to cheer up. ‘you idiots, have the worst timing, he said as they got ready to get some wood for the chimney.

it was just you and the girls, as you gossiped about the drama that went down during fashion week as they ate up every word. you mostly had done a lot of listening to their relationship dramas and work lives, as you shared a couple giggles. you has made gingerbread men, as his sisters watched the master at work. ‘Y/N, these are delicious, how are you so good at everything?’ they praised which made you blush. the boys had returned, with your man wincing with pain as his brothers carried him in. ‘the dummy tripped on the snow’ they said snickering as you walked to help him. ‘how many times have i told you to be careful out there?’ you said, concerningly staring at the bruise on his hip. you touched it gently earning a wince from him as he pushed away your hand. ‘sorry babe.’ he stared dead in your eye and looked away, giving you the silent treatment. ‘what do you need?’ he continued airing. ‘i’m gonna get some bandages’ you said, unsure of what you did to hurt him emotionally.

‘the fuck is wrong with you?’ his sisters protested, thumping his head. ‘ow! what do you mean?’ ‘that boy loves you, so much so that he puts up with all of your shit and stupidity.’ they come to your defence. he looks to his brothers for help, but to no avail. ‘dude, I’ll be real, you fucked up.’ one says. ‘he was just trying to help’ another adds. like the youngest, he continues to deflect ‘well, if you guys hadn’t come, i wouldn’t have gotten hurt, and me and Y/N would have been happier. he finally admitted. ‘oh damn.’ their faces became gentler as they circled in on him. ‘I just never get to see him now, with work and everything, and i don’t want him to get used to not seeing me’ he started to get teary but hid it behind a scowl. ‘bro, you are meant to be with Y/N, i see it in your eyes every time he walks into a room, like he’s the only one there.’ your bf smiles at the mere thought of your face. ‘see, he ain’t even here and you’re cheesing so bad rn.’ they all laugh. ‘i don’t know how to tell him, he’s so good at communicating his feelings, i just, i just can’t do it the way he does.’ his heart begins to beat faster. ‘that’s the thing though, he knows you better than you know yourself.’ the eldest brother says ‘there’s nothing that he won’t be able to understand because the two of are so connected.’

you enter with the bandages and medical supplies. ‘here’s a chance to fix that’ his twin sister says as they leave and move to the other side of the mansion, locking the door behind them as they wave you bye for now. you sit beside him on the sofa, placing a hot compress on his bruise. ‘Y/N, we need to talk.’ you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine by being stand-offish ‘speak then.’ you say glaring into his eyes that made you melt every time but now. ‘i am so sorry for my rude behaviour, i know you were just tryna help my stubborn ass.’ you continued tending to his wounds, with an apathy rivalled only by the unconditional love you have for him. ‘whatever.’ you muttered. ‘aw, come on baby, don’t be like that.’ he grimaced. ‘like what,’ your voice growing in confidence ‘like someone who, as hard as they try, can never get their boyfriend to fully open up?’ you admitted. ‘you know that’s not the whole story.’ he looks down. ‘mkay’ you say, tired of arguin, he just needed to cool off. he takes a deep breath. ‘Y/N, you know i love you more than anything ’ your boyfriend boldly states, deepening your eye contact. ‘and you know i love you the same, but sometimes love is not enough,’ you struggle to get the words out, getting choked up as you hold his cheek for stability. he turns to kiss you, it’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. he caresses your thigh, as your tongues dance for dominance in the warmth of your mouth. you pulled back. ‘here goes nothing, babe, I’m afraid, afraid of losing you.’ he admitted desperately. ‘we barely ever see each other and I’m scared that it has, um, like, maybe, um’ he failed to articulate his thoughts, angering him further. ‘calm down love, i hear what you’re saying. you’re worried about the possibility of us being comfortable with rarely seeing one another and what that means for us.’ you always knew how to soothe his heart. ‘exactly, you’re just so good at letting me know what we need to do to make this relationship work that I’m clueless at asking for help.’ he smiled earning a chuckle from you. ‘we’re in this together boo, you won’t ever lose me.’ as he sneers into another smooch. ‘fuck.’ he moaned into your mouth as a tent forms in his boxers. ‘your voice always gets me going.’ you looked down and immediately dropped to your knees.

you hadn’t sucked your boyfriend’s cock in what seemed like forever. you pulled his boxers to his ankles as his thick cock sprung up, throbbing in the cool air of the room. you grabbed his pole, gaslighting him into thinking you were going to start at the tip. instead you began to massage his beefy, low-hanging balls in your mouth. ‘Y/N, fuck, that’s where the spunk is stored, not where you drink it from’ he snickered, removing them from your mouth. ‘you’ve got to st-UGHHHH’ you deepthroated with ease, loving how his dumb, naive nature was still translated to your time in the sheets. ‘that’s it baby, good boy’ he praises, looking at the slobber that made his dick glisten. ‘shit.’ he cums without warning, giving you an impromptu facial. ‘sorry darling, i came as soon as i saw you slap my dick on your thick lips.’ your boyfriend helped you to clean up, pushing his hand all over your face and fingering your mouth with his nut.

you moved to undressing, as you straddled your man. ‘i know you wanna pound me into tomorrow, but you can’t,’ gesturing to his bruise. he whined and cooed. ‘however…’ you whispered into his ear, jerking him of with a mix of his cum and your spit ‘imma help my man out tonight.’ as you sank onto his schlong with ease. his hands immediately grabbed your globes, as he licked his lips salaciousy, enjoying your physique. ‘so fucking hot.’ your bf mumbled. you started bouncing on his cock as he slowly rutted in you from beneath, your hole was already sore.

it was gonna be a long night…

@gayaristocrat imma save your fantasy for dacre, that man is 90s fine fr

[lovetaroandtaemin]

Firsts

Lee Seokmin x Reader

Word Count: 1,506

Genre: Pure fluff

Rating: PG, however I still ask that minors DNI with my blog.

Summary: You and Seokmin celebrate your fifth anniversary with old memories and new surprises.

Content warnings: A tiny bit of anxiety over finding the perfect gift. If you think there's something else that needs a warning, let me know!

A/N: This fic is a birthday gift for the absolutely wonderful @miniseokminnies. Happy birthday, Bennie!!! Your friendship means so much to me. I hope your day is as special as you are!!!!

Taglist: @xomakara, @notyourjaem, @heechwe, @shadowkoo

Fic is under the cut.

You always sort of hated your anniversary. Not because you didn’t enjoy celebrating another year with Seokmin, of course. You loved every moment with him. But, if you were completely honest, you always struggled to pick the right gift for him. It didn’t exactly help that your boyfriend was so good at choosing gifts, either. Every anniversary, Christmas, and birthday left you amazed by how well he knew you, and every celebration ended with you wondering how the hell you got lucky enough to be loved by someone like him. That’s why you were determined to find the perfect gift for your five-year anniversary. After all, five years was a big deal to both of you, and you wanted Seokmin to know just how much you loved and appreciated him.

Of course, finding the perfect anniversary gift was easier said than done. You’d spent countless hours wandering through various stores in your city, looking for something that Seokmin would actually like. Every store that you looked in had the same boring stuffed animals and cheesy cards that both you and Seokmin hated. After leaving your fifth store, you were starting to lose hope that you’d figure something out.

When the idea for Seokmin’s gift finally came, you weren’t expecting it at all. You had a rare day off from work, and you were sitting on your couch scrolling through your photos, since there was nothing productive that you needed to do. You’d made it far enough back into your phone gallery to find photos like the one you’d taken of him on your first date, various pictures that you both had taken of each other on your first anniversary, and countless others that captured your favorite moments in your time with Seokmin. That was when you had the idea to print some of your favorite photos and put them in an album for him. It was different from the other gifts you’d bought or made for him in the past, but that was exactly why you were so sure that he would love it.

Since you had quite a bit of time before Seokmin would be back home from work, you went to your local craft store and bought a photo album. When you got home, you checked to see if your boyfriend was back at your shared apartment yet. When you couldn’t find him anywhere, you went to your home office and started printing the photos you’d selected. Once you had all of the photos printed, you started to arrange them in the album. After all of the photos were arranged the way you wanted, you wrote the following note on the inside of the album’s cover:

“My darling Seokmin,

Thank you for the best five years of my life. Every moment that I’ve had the pleasure of being loved by you has made every heartbreak before you worth it. I hope that you enjoy looking back at all the memories currently stored in this album as much as I have, and I hope that we get to continue to fill it with even more memories of us.

Happy anniversary, my love.”

Once you were done writing, you signed your name, and the gift was ready. As you admired the album, you couldn’t help but feel proud of yourself for choosing a gift that was both beautiful and sentimental, just like Seokmin’s always were.

About a week later, your anniversary finally arrived, and you woke up to Seokmin’s voice whispering, “Happy anniversary, baby. I love you so much.”

With a gentle smile on your face, you hugged your boyfriend tighter and said, “I love you too. Happy anniversary.”

Not wanting to let go of each other and start your morning routines, the two of you held each other close while a comfortable silence took over the room. One of the many things that you loved about Seokmin was that you didn’t feel pressured to fill the space with words when you were with him. His presence was all you needed.

You almost started to fall asleep before Seokmin asked, “Hey, what time do you have to be at work?”

That was when you sat up and grinned, answering, “I don’t. I took today off since you told me you had a day off too. We get to spend the whole day together.”

Seokmin almost knocked you over with the force of the hug that he gave you as he said, “God, you have no idea how happy that makes me. I’ve missed lazy days with you.”

“I have too.”

For a long time after that, the two of you stayed in bed together, enjoying each other’s company while the world around you seemed to stand still. Every time you looked into Seokmin’s eyes, you couldn’t help but think about how grateful you were that his eyes were almost always the first thing you saw in the morning and how badly you wanted that to be the case forever.

As much as you loved just staying in bed with Seokmin, after a while, you started to get a little bit restless. You tried to just relax and enjoy the moment, but you were so excited about the album that you’d put together, you felt like you were going to explode if you didn’t get to give it to him soon.

Seokmin noticed that you were getting restless and asked, “How about we get up, baby?” You happily agreed, and you both got out of bed and went about your typical morning routines, minus getting ready for work.

Once you were both out of bed and felt like functioning humans again, the first thing you asked was, “Can I give you your gift now?”

With a soft laugh, Seokmin answered, “Sure, baby.”

That was when you ran back to your room to pull the album out of its hiding place in your purse. When you got back to where Seokmin sat in your living room, you grinned and handed it to him, asking, “What do you think?”

Seokmin opened the album and read your note, and with tears starting to form in his eyes, he said, “I love it. Thank you, baby.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

As Seokmin started to flip through the album, he noticed a specific picture and asked, “Hey, isn’t this one from the day you moved in with me?”

“Yeah, it is. We’d just gotten all of my stuff inside, and you insisted on taking a picture of me to celebrate that I was officially moved in.”

“I was so excited.”

“Wow. ‘Was?’ I’m hurt, Seokmin,” you said with a laugh.

“Oh, shush. You know that I love you.”

“Yes I do.”

You continued to watch Seokmin flip through the book, and when he stopped on a specific picture, he turned to you and asked, “When did you take this?”

“Our first date. You asked me to take the photo before we went into the restaurant because you were proud of yourself for actually putting together a nice outfit instead of panicking and throwing on whatever you found in your closet,” you answered with a laugh.

“Oh my god, I forgot about that! I can’t believe you kept that photo.”

“I was going to delete it after I sent it to you, but I forgot. Then, we started to get more serious, and I didn’t want to delete it anymore. It’s the only time I’ve ever been happy that I forgot to do something.”

You and Seokmin continued to flip through your album together and reminisce about your relationship. You remembered every moment, from your first kiss to his first time meeting your family and the first time you spent the night at his apartment prior to moving in together, and all you could think about was how happy you were that you got to have all of those precious moments with him. As you laughed with him about falling out of bed the night after you moved in, you couldn’t help but think that you wanted to spend every moment with him for the rest of your life.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed before you finished looking through the album and Seokmin asked, “Can I give you your gift now?” You nodded, and he stood in front of you before getting down on one knee, opening a small box that he’d tucked into his pocket when you weren’t looking, and saying, “(Y/N), the past five years have been the best of my life. Every moment I’ve had with you so far has made me happier than words could ever say, and all I’ve been able to think about today is how badly I want to spend every moment of my life by your side. Will you marry me?”

You nodded again, tears filling your eyes as you said, “Yes!”

Seokmin immediately stood up and placed the delicate ring on your finger before pulling you close and saying, “I can’t wait to celebrate more firsts with you.”

Thank you everyone for reading! I hope that you all liked the fic. If you did, please make sure to like and reblog! If you wanna check out my other works, my masterlist can be found here. If you wanna see what I'm working on, my upcoming works list is here. If you'd like to be tagged whenever I upload a new fic, my taglist form is here!

Thank you again for reading, and happy birthday, Bennie!!!

[benzendrine-nosebleed]

"Sing Me To Sleep."

Guys!! I wrote a one shot based on Schlatt's most recent Drunk Driving stream after hearing him sing bits and pieces. I haven't proof read this (mostly because I'm not in any sober editing mood to) but I wanted to share this quick little bit.

1111 Words, Fluff, Schlatt X Reader

“I love hearing you sing like that,” I spoke softly. Jay was taking a quick break from his drunk driving stream, moving from his office to the kitchen. He has been streaming for a few hours now, and I could smell herbal liqueur on his breath. He grazed past, marching straight to the refrigerator with padded “thuds” from his socked feet.

“Do ya?” Schlatt asked, plucking a snacking cheese from the drawer inside. “Was it on stream?” He asked, unwrapping and popping creamy gouda snack cheese between his lips.

“Yeah, your mic picked it up, and I do, I love hearing you sing Jay, I wish you’d do it when you were sober. You have a wonderful voice,” I smiled, “I mean, your fans loved the album right? That should be enough motivation for you to sing like a canary,” I reached out to hold him for a second before he went back into his office. His mustache shifted on his upper lip as he chewed away. “Have fun with your stream Handsome, I’ve got to go to bed soon. I’m gonna get ready to crawl in. I’ll turn your side of the blanket on so when you make it back it’ll be warm for you too.”

Schlatt smiled and reached out, setting the wrapper on the counter beside me and wrapping his arms around me in a soft embrace. “Of course toots, I don’t know when I’ll end the stream, but I’ll be ready to climb into bed wit-cha.” He pulled me close into his arms, and planted a kiss on my cheek. “If I’m not back in there before you fall asleep, I hope you get some good rest in, I love ya,” he chirped. He pulled away, striding with a confidence he put up as a front for his audience. He entered the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

As he moved back into his room, I strolled across our home to the master bathroom and began drawing up a shower. I had a long enough day working at my own conventional job, that a Friday night was the night to relax. It was winter though, which meant I was in the busy season. I had to help shovel snow across the city, while in New York was enough of a task on its own, and brainstorm funding for public park systems and come up with plans for new designs. I climbed in, letting the hot water warm my bones, and I listened to Schlatt scornfully yell at his computer screen. As I continued, I could hear his agitation and laughs come in waves. He was thoroughly enjoying streaming again, and I was more than happy to let him enjoy it.

I climbed out of the shower and threw on some pajamas, in “Jay’s” style as I had begun to call it. I had taken one of his sweatshirts, which was baggy on myself, and threw it over a pair of my shorts. Once I finished brushing my teeth, I walked to the bedroom, careful as to not disturb Schlatt in his element on Twitch. His cats, Jambo and Soup, were sitting on the preheated bed, leaving me to shuffle in between them as not to disturb their own slumber. I plugged my phone in, and scrolled through TikTok until I began to drift off. I could feel myself nodding in between videos, so I made the choice to set my phone down, and sleep until I felt my lovely drunk boyfriend slam into bed.

This was somewhat of a common occurrence, since he used to film Chuckle Sandwich late into the evenings, we held this dynamic. I would end up in bed early, and sometimes I would wake up to him crawling in, or cuddling up to me. Sometimes I wouldn’t wake up at all and I’d hear my alarm, and feel Schlatt’s arm wrapped around my stomach anchoring me down. After the week that I had though, I was too tired to try and stay up until he was done streaming. I set my phone down on the bed next to me, and nodded off.

I woke up to Schlatt crawling into bed gently, not to disturb me. I didn’t know how much time had passed, but the room was still dark, and the lamp on my side of the bed was still on. He reached over me softly and shut it off, slowly letting the room fill in with a darkness. I didn’t move too much, it was more of my subconscious running my body at this point more than my own mental state. My eyes fluttered closed again, only squinting shut as soon as I felt his hand wrap around my shoulders. He shuffled closer to me, pulling the blanket from between us, and spooning into me.

“Sleep Warm, sleep tight, once you turn off the light,”

He softly lulled. His fingers slowly drifted into my hair, stroking through the strands softly. I recognized the song, being one Schlatt would throw on sometimes in the evening as the night came to a close. He slurred softly, his tone was indicative that he had been drinking most of the evening, but reached his most inebriated state before climbing into bed. He softly sang more, my mind came to life realizing he wasn’t just singing along to a song, he was singing to me.

“Let dreams within you dwell, sweet dreams of me my love,”

He continued softly, his fingernails tracing softly on my scalp. A smile had formed on my face hearing him singing so sweetly, softly into my ears as his lips pressed to the back of my neck with each verse. I still hadn’t moved an inch, hoping to not spook him out of continuing his warbling.

“Close your eyes now, and kiss me, and whisper you miss me,”

He pressed his lips to my neck with a soft kiss. His soft mustache tickled my neck, his fluffed brown hair pressed to mine, it was almost overwhelming how much I adored him like this. I scooted backwards into his body, pressing myself against him as his singing ended a moment later. His hand wandered under my sweatshirt, gently cupping my bare torso. I would normally feel a tad self conscious whenever he would do this, but tonight I basked in the feeling. His hand slid itself between the mattress and my skin, securing his place next to me.

“G’night sweetheart, I love you,” He whispered softly between another set of kisses on my neck.

“Good night Jay, I love you too,” I mumbled back, still flush from his lull.