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Xuebing Du
$LAYYYTER
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@mollymargiela
hii im molly! this is my introduction, i will write fancfics for streamers/youtubers! (i main core tho)
Streamers i write for:
- stableronaldo / laiys
- jasontheween / jawhn
- adapt / gilbert
- lacy / drew
- marlon / rocket
- silky
- all of OSCS
- clix
- yourrage
- plaqueboymax
- brucedropemoff
- nueg
- jynxzi
- braeden
- mooda
what i will not write:
-piss kink
-incest
-rape
and if you’re looking for another streamer/youtuber message me and ask!
send requests and ill get on it!
request: heheha crazy req but can u write fluff/smut w laiys in the theater room at the core house :o
laiys/dylan = green
reader = pink
LAIYS X READER - HERE? / SMUT
warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), risky/public sex, praise, dirty talk, semi-public setting, friends nearby, possessive behavior, established relationship
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the private theater in the core house is completely empty except for you and dylan. the big screen is playing a random playlist of music videos, the volume turned up loud enough to fill the room. the rest of the guys ron, lacy, silky, adapt, jason — are all in the living room like twenty feet down the hall. you can faintly hear their voices and laughter every now and then.
you’ve been cuddled up against dylan’s side for almost an hour, but you’re getting bored.
not of him, just sitting there.
you slowly slide off the couch and settle between his spread legs on the floor. dylan looks down at you, eyebrows raised.
“y/n… what are you doing?”
you don’t answer with words. you just reach up and start undoing his jeans, tugging the zipper down slowly. his eyes widen.
“baby—no. they’re literally right there,” he whispers, glancing toward the open doorway.
you pull his jeans and boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free. he’s already half-hard. you wrap your hand around him and look up at him with soft, needy eyes.
“wanna taste you,” you whisper.
dylan’s breath catches. “you’re actually crazy. ron is like twenty feet away. if anyone walks in here we’re fucked.”
you lean in and press a slow, wet kiss to the head of his cock, making him hiss.
“please… just for a little bit. i’ll be quick. i promise.”
he looks torn, eyes flicking between you and the hallway again. but when you take him into your mouth, sucking gently on the head, he groans quietly and his hand finds the back of your head.
“fuck… okay—okay, just be fast.”
you don’t waste time. you take him deeper, sucking him with wet, sloppy sounds that are mostly covered by the loud music. dylan’s breathing gets heavier, his thighs tensing as you bob your head faster, tongue swirling around him.
“shit—y/n… your mouth is so fucking good,” he whispers, voice strained. his hips twitch up every few seconds, but he’s still nervous, constantly glancing at the doorway.
you moan around him, taking him as deep as you can, spit dripping down your chin. you can feel him throbbing against your tongue, getting closer.
“baby—slow down, i’m gonna cum—”
you don’t slow down. you suck him harder, looking up at him with watery eyes. that’s all it takes.
dylan’s head falls back against the couch, a choked groan slipping out as he cums hard down your throat. thick, hot pulses fill your mouth and you swallow every drop, milking him gently until he’s trembling and panting.
you pull off slowly, licking your lips as you look up at him. he’s flushed, chest heaving, looking completely wrecked.
but you’re not done.
you stand up, push your shorts and panties down your legs, and climb back onto his lap, straddling him.
dylan’s eyes widen again.
“y/n—wait, i just came—”
you line him up and sink down onto him anyway, taking his sensitive cock all the way inside your soaked pussy. he groans loudly, hands flying to your hips.
“fuck—too much—i’m sensitive—”
you start rolling your hips slowly, grinding down on him deep.
“i want more,” you whisper, voice needy. “please… just a little more.”
dylan curses under his breath, but his grip on your hips tightens. after a moment he suddenly moves, laying back fully across the wide theater couch so he’s flat on his back. he pulls you with him, keeping you on top.
“like this,” he breathes, voice wrecked. “ride me. but stay low so we’re not too obvious.”
you brace your hands on his chest and start bouncing on him deep, needy rolls of your hips. dylan fucks up into you from below, gripping your ass tight as he thrusts hard, the wet sounds mixing with the loud music.
“you’re so fucking greedy,” he groans, eyes half-lidded. “made me cum down your throat and you still want more… so fuckin’ needy”
you moan softly, riding him faster, the angle perfect. every thrust hits deep inside you, making your eyes flutter.
“dylan—feels so good—”
he suddenly sits up slightly, wrapping one arm around your waist and fucking you harder, the other hand covering your mouth as your moans get louder.
“shh, baby—quiet. you wanted this, remember?”
you nod frantically, grinding down on him desperately. the risk of the guys being so close makes everything feel ten times hotter.
“gonna cum… fuck—,” you whimper against his palm.
“me too—fuck—cum on me, baby.”
you shatter first — clenching hard around him, shaking as you cum with a muffled cry. dylan follows right after, burying himself deep and filling you up again with a low, broken groan, his body trembling underneath you.
you both stay like that for a moment — breathing hard, sweaty, still connected.
then he suddenly panics.
“shit—get up, get up,” he whispers urgently, lifting you off him. “we gotta fix ourselves before someone comes looking.”
he quickly helps you pull your shorts back up, then tucks himself away and fixes his jeans. his face is flushed, hair messy, looking thoroughly used.
he grabs your hand and pulls you toward the door.
“come on. let’s get out of here before ron or lacy decides they wanna watch something.”
he practically drags you out of the theater room and down the hall, looking over his shoulder the whole time like you just committed a crime.
once you’re safely back near his corner of the house, he lets out a big exhale and looks at you, half disbelieving, half turned on.
“you’re actually dangerous,” he mutters, pulling you in for a quick, messy kiss. “i can’t believe you just did that.”
you smile against his lips, still feeling him drip down your thighs.
“worth it?”
he groans, forehead resting against yours.
“so fucking worth it… but we’re never doing that again.”
he pauses.
“…probably.”
he squeezes your hand tighter as he leads you to his guest house.
you’re both still buzzing.
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(NOT PROOFREAD!)
iceman was terrible im sorry, it sounded like the same song was replaying. i loved molly santana’s feature tho.
ron listening to michael jackson was the highlight of that night.
request: I love ur fics sm!! could u do a silky fluff where he has a secret crush on reader and doesn’t know how to express it <3
silky = purple
reader = pink
ron = blue
adapt = red
jason = orange
silky x reader - off his game / fluff
warnings: secret crush, fluff, awkward silky, slight tension, light teasing, friend group dynamics
—
silky was never the type to get nervous around girls.
that was what kept bothering him about the whole thing.
he talked easily, flirted easily, always knew what to say without thinking too hard about it. he was naturally confident, naturally loud, the type of person who could walk into a room and immediately start talking like he’d been there for hours already.
so the fact that you somehow made him overthink everything felt genuinely annoying.
because he couldn’t even explain it.
it started happening slowly too.
small things he normally wouldn’t notice.
you’d walk into the room and suddenly he’d become aware of the way he was sitting. or he’d be in the middle of saying something to ron and completely lose his train of thought the second he noticed you laughing nearby.
and the worst part was nobody even knew.
silky made sure of that.
one night everybody was downstairs spread around the living room while they played bo2 on the tv. ron and jason were arguing over something stupid near the kitchen island while adapt sat on the floor editing clips on his laptop.
you were on the other side of the couch from silky, curled up near the armrest while scrolling on your phone.
silky wasn’t even talking to you.
that was the problem.
he kept noticing you anyway.
the way you laughed quietly at your screen sometimes.
the way you kept pulling the sleeves of your hoodie over your hands without realizing it.
the way you looked tired but still stayed downstairs with everyone instead of going to bed.
“bro lock in,” ron said suddenly.
silky looked over. “what.”
“you died again.”
he glanced back at the screen and realized he’d completely stopped paying attention.
“oh shit.”
jason laughed from the other side of the couch. “this dudes mentally gone.”
“shut up,” silky muttered, grabbing the controller again.
you glanced up for a second at the conversation before looking back down at your phone, barely reacting.
which honestly made it worse somehow.
because you weren’t doing anything.
you were just existing near him and it was still enough to throw him off.
silky leaned back against the couch cushions, trying to focus again while ron kept talking over the game.
after a while you stood up quietly.
“i’m making ramen,” you said casually to nobody specific.
adapt looked up from his laptop immediately. “make me one.”
“lazy ass.”
“please.”
you laughed softly before disappearing into the kitchen.
silky’s eyes followed you for maybe half a second before he looked away again.
ron noticed anyway.
“bro,” he said. “focus.”
“i am focused.”
“clearly not.”
silky rolled his eyes but didn’t answer.
a few minutes later you came back struggling to hold three bowls, handing one to adapt before sitting back down again.
you glanced toward silky briefly. “you want some?”
he looked over too fast. “hm?”
“ramen,” you repeated, lifting the extra bowl slightly. “i made too much.”
“oh. yeah.”
his voice sounded calmer than he actually felt.
you handed it over casually before settling back into your spot on the couch like nothing happened.
“thanks,” he said.
“mhm.”
that was it. barely even a conversation.
still somehow enough to make him stare at the bowl for a second longer than necessary before ron nudged his arm.
“bro eat the damn ramen.”
silky looked over immediately. “shut up.”
ron laughed under his breath while going back to the game.
the rest of the night stayed normal after that.
everybody talking over each other, the tv too loud, adapt complaining about editing something, jason trying to argue with ron over nothing important.
and through all of it, silky kept catching himself glancing toward you without meaning to.
sometimes you’d already be looking at him for a split second before looking away again.
sometimes you wouldn’t notice at all.
either way, it kept messing with him.
later on, you ended up laying sideways against the couch cushions, half asleep now while scrolling slower and slower through your phone.
adapt eventually went upstairs first, then ron disappeared into the kitchen again with jason not long after.
silky stayed where he was.
so did you.
the room got quieter after a while, mostly just the sound of the tv still playing in the background.
then suddenly you looked over at him.
“you’ve been quiet today.”
silky glanced up. “have i?”
“kinda.”
he looked back toward the tv. “just tired.”
you nodded a little like you believed him. “mhm.”
he could feel you still looking at him for another second before you looked away again.
and for some reason that tiny interaction alone stayed stuck in his head way longer than it should’ve.
because that was the whole problem.
nothing huge was even happening between you.
no flirting. no obvious moments. no one calling him out.
he just liked being around you way more than he wanted to admit.
and it was starting to get harder for him to act normal because of it.
—
(NOT PROOFREAD!)
i cant stop listening to michael jackson
working on more requests since i graduated early :], but ill be more active next week.
request: hey, could you please write a reader x gilbert fluff where she's a member of core and they are in a established relationship?
reader = pink
gilbert = orange
ron = blue
marlon = green
silky = purple
gilbert x reader - for instagram? / fluff
warnings: fluff, established relationship, slight embarrassment, lots of pictures taken, playful dynamics, cute moments, light joking from friends
—
gilbert normally handled pictures for the core instagram every week, which basically meant walking around the house with a camera while everyone complained about it the entire time.
ron would move the second he noticed the lens pointed at him, silky would pull his hood over his face, and marlon would suddenly start posing like he was in a campaign shoot every time gilbert looked his way.
nobody ever acted normal around the camera.
except you.
you never really cared about it, which was probably why gilbert liked taking pictures of you so much in the first place. you never did too much, never changed how you acted the second the camera came out. half the time you didn’t even realize he was taking pictures until after.
so eventually everyone got used to it.
gilbert always somewhere nearby with the camera pointed at you for no reason.
you sitting on the kitchen counter drinking something while talking to adapt.
you laughing so hard at ron that you nearly fell sideways into the couch cushions.
you outside on the balcony late at night wearing one of gilbert’s hoodies while scrolling on your phone.
every single time someone said something about it, gilbert always gave the same answer.
“it’s for the instagram.”
even when it clearly wasn’t.
one afternoon the house was quieter than usual, most people still asleep while you stood alone in the kitchen making ramen, oversized hoodie hanging off one shoulder while you waited for the microwave to finish counting down.
you heard footsteps behind you before gilbert walked in already holding the camera.
you looked at him immediately. “gilbert.”
“what?”
“why do you have the camera out.”
“cause.”
you stared at him. “that’s not an answer.”
he shrugged slightly, already lifting the camera. “the lighting looks good.”
you looked down at yourself. “i literally look horrible right now.”
“no you don’t.”
click.
he took the picture before you could move.
you laughed immediately, turning your face away while he looked down at the screen.
“oh my god.”
“wait,” he said quietly. “this ones actually good.”
“you say that every time.”
“because it is every time.”
he said it so casually that it made you laugh again.
the microwave beeped, but he still had the camera pointed at you.
“gilbert,” you said, smiling now. “stop.”
“hold on.”
click.
you grabbed the ramen cup while shaking your head at him. “you’re actually annoying.”
“wow this one is even better.”
“none of these are going on instagram.”
he looked at you over the top of the camera. “you don’t know that.”
you laughed quietly. “yes i do.”
later that night everyone ended up downstairs, the living room loud again, people talking over each other while a movie played in the background that nobody was paying attention to.
you were sitting beside gilbert on the couch while he scrolled through pictures on the camera screen.
ron walked behind the couch and immediately noticed.
“lemme see.”
gilbert moved the camera away instantly. “no.”
that reaction alone made everyone look over.
“nahhhh,” ron laughed. “why you hiding it?”
“because you guys are annoying.”
ron still leaned over anyway, managing to catch the screen for a second while everyone nearby immediately tried looking too.
the pictures flipped by quickly.
you sitting outside with your hood up laughing at something off camera.
you in the passenger seat looking out the window while sunlight hit your face.
you laying across the couch editing on your laptop with your legs thrown over gilbert’s lap like you didn’t even realize they were there.
marlon started laughing immediately. “bro.”
“what?” gilbert asked.
“this is not for the instagram,” marlon said.
silky leaned over from the other couch. “this dude got a whole collection.”
you covered your face laughing while gilbert finally grabbed the camera back.
“it literally is.”
ron looked at him for a second. “one of these is her holding ramen.”
“okay?” gilbert replied.
“bro there’s one where she’s not even looking at the camera.”
“that’s the point,” gilbert said.
everyone started laughing again while gilbert tried not to smile, looking back down at the screen.
you leaned your head lightly against his shoulder, still laughing quietly to yourself.
he glanced down at you for a second, expression softening a little before he lifted the camera again.
“gilbert,” you warned immediately.
click.
he looked down at the picture for a second, smiling to himself.
“yeah,” he said quietly. “this ones getting posted.”
—
first gilly fic i think????? wooohoooo
jasons 22nd birthday smut!
reader = pink
jason = orange
jason x reader - after the party / smut
warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, kinda drunk sex, dirty talk, multiple rounds, creampie, rough sex, praise, overstimulation, & soft aftercare!
—
the core house was packed.
music thumped through every room, redbull cups scattered across tables, people laughing and shouting over the bass. it was jason’s birthday, and woj had gone all out. streamers, balloons, a makeshift bar in the kitchen, and way too much alcohol.
jason had been drinking since early evening, a constant grin on his face as he moved between groups, taking shots, laughing with the guys, and pulling you close every chance he got.
by 2 a.m. the party was still going strong, but jason was done.
his eyes had been on you the entire night dark, hungry, and getting more obvious with every drink. he finally grabbed your hand, tugging you through the crowd without a word.
“jason, where are we going?” you asked, laughing as he pulled you up the stairs.
“my room,” he said, voice low and rough. “i can’t wait anymore.”
he barely got the door shut before he was on you.
his mouth crashed into yours, tasting like alcohol and birthday cake, hands sliding under your dress to grip your ass. he was already hard, pressing against your stomach as he backed you toward the bed.
“been thinking about this all night,” he mumbled against your lips, voice thick from drinking. “watching you in this dress… fuck, i need you baby.”
you smiled, pushing him back until he sat on the edge of the bed.
“it’s your birthday,” you said softly, dropping to your knees between his legs. “so i’ll be extra nice tonight.”
jason’s eyes darkened as you tugged his jeans and boxers down, freeing his cock. he was already leaking at the tip, hard and flushed. you wrapped your hand around the base and leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to the head before taking him into your mouth.
“fuck…” he groaned loudly, head falling back. because he was drunk, he wasn’t holding back at all. his moans were shameless, low, breathy, and constant.
you sucked him slowly at first, tongue swirling around the head, tasting the salt of him. then you took him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, letting your lips slide down his length until he hit the back of your throat. you hummed softly, the vibration making his hips twitch.
“shit—baby, your mouth… so fucking good,” he panted, one hand gently threading through your hair. “you look so pretty like this. my pretty girl sucking my dick on my birthday.”
you pulled off for a second, stroking him with your hand while looking up at him.
“you like it?” you asked, voice sweet.
“fucking love it,” he groaned, eyes half-lidded. “love your mouth so much. best birthday present ever.”
you smiled and took him back in, sucking harder, faster, one hand stroking what you couldn’t fit while the other gently massaged his balls. jason’s moans got louder, breathier, his hips starting to twitch as he fought not to thrust into your throat.
“baby—i’m close—fuck, i’m so close—”
you didn’t pull off. you kept going until he came with a loud, broken moan, hips jerking as he spilled down your throat. you swallowed every drop, pulling off slowly and wiping your lips with the back of your hand.
jason was breathing hard, staring down at you with hazy, fucked-out eyes.
“holy shit… that was amazing.”
you climbed into his lap, kissing him deeply. he could taste himself on your tongue and groaned into your mouth, hands sliding under your dress to grip your ass.
“your turn,” he muttered, already tugging your dress up. “wanna fuck you so bad.”
he flipped you onto your back, pushing your dress up to your waist and pulling your panties to the side. he didn’t even bother taking them off. he pushed inside you in one smooth thrust, both of you moaning at the same time.
“fuck… you’re so wet,” he groaned, starting to move. “been thinking about this pussy all night.”
he fucked you deep and steady, hips rolling perfectly, one hand pinning your thigh open while the other braced beside your head. drunk jason was loud, moaning, cursing, whispering filthy things against your ear.
“so tight… so fucking good. this pussy is mine. only mine.”
you were moaning with every thrust, legs wrapped around him as he drove into you harder. the first round didn’t last long. he was too worked up from the blowjob and the alcohol. he came inside you with a loud groan, hips jerking as he spilled deep.
but he didn’t stop.
he stayed inside you, still hard, and kept fucking you through it, slow and deep.
“again,” he whispered, kissing your neck. “want you to cum on my cock.”
you did hard, shaking, moaning his name as your second orgasm hit you. jason followed right after, filling you up again with another deep groan.
he pulled out slowly, but instead of collapsing, he flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up so you were on your knees.
“one more,” he said, voice wrecked but determined. “i need one more.”
“fuck jason—”
he pushed back inside you from behind, the new angle making you moan loudly into the pillow. he fucked you slower this time, savoring it, hands gripping your hips as he thrust deep and steady.
“look at you,” he groaned, one hand sliding up your back to grip your hair gently. “ass up, taking my cock so well. you’re so fucking perfect.”
you were trembling, oversensitive but still desperate for him. every thrust dragged against that perfect spot inside you, making your legs shake.
“jason—i’m gonna cum again—”
“good,” he rasped, picking up the pace. “cum for me, baby. let me feel it.”
you came for the third time, crying out into the pillow as your body clenched around him.
jason groaned loudly, thrusting through your orgasm until he came again, spilling deep inside you with shaky hips.
only then did he finally collapse beside you, pulling you into his arms.
you were both exhausted, sweaty, and satisfied.
jason kissed your forehead, your cheeks, and your lips soft and gentle now.
“best birthday ever,” he murmured, voice hoarse. “thank you, baby. for everything.”
you smiled, curling into his chest, fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin.
“happy birthday, jason.”
he hugged you tighter, pressing one last kiss to the top of your head.
“i love you so much.”
you whispered it back, both of you drifting off tangled together, the party still faintly echoing downstairs.
—
GUYS WE GOT A BEPSY AND RAY SEGMENT OMG, the way ron was hinting at something tho🤫
he’s coming back soon i just know it
request: Hanging out with drew, laiys, jawhn, and gilly??? love ur fics btwww! <333
reader = pink
laiys/dylan = green
gilbert = orange
drew = purple
jawhn = BLUE (im sorry i just realized i put red instead of blue 8 days after.)
cameramen x reader - in calabasas / fluff
warnings: fluff, friendship, swearing, dumb decisions, chaotic energy (i hate using that corny ass word)
—
the house still felt unfinished in that quiet, messy way where everything was technically there but nothing actually looked put together. boxes were stacked in corners, some open, some just sitting there like people forgot about them halfway through unpacking, and there were random cables and clothes thrown across counters like nobody had the energy to deal with it yet.
you had been helping most of the morning, but at some point it turned into standing around while everyone else argued about where things should go like it actually mattered that much. you ended up in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, scrolling through your phone without really paying attention while laiys sat across from you messing with his keys, drew half laying back in a chair, and gilbert and jawhn nearby not doing anything at all.
“do you guys know anything around here?” you asked, glancing up.
“not really,” laiys said.
“no,” drew added. “i’ve seen like one place.”
“same,” jawhn said. “nothing useful.”
you looked at gilbert and he just shrugged slightly. “we can go find something.”
you stared at him for a second, then pushed yourself off the counter. “yeah let’s just leave before someone asks us to keep unpacking.”
that was enough to get everyone moving, and a few minutes later you were all in the car, music playing low while you pulled out of the neighborhood. it felt normal at first, quiet conversation, nothing too loud, but it didn’t take long before it was obvious nobody actually knew where you were going.
“you got directions?” you asked.
“yeah,” laiys said.
drew looked over at him. “you sure?”
“yes drew.” he repeated, a little too confidently.
you watched out the window for a bit, but after a few turns something felt off. the same buildings, the same corners, the same gas station coming back into view like you’d already passed it.
“did we already go this way?” you asked.
“no,” laiys said.
jawhn leaned forward slightly. “i think we did.”
“we didn’t,” laiys replied, then paused for a second. “…okay maybe once.”
you leaned back in your seat, smiling a little. “you don’t even know where you’re going.”
“i’ll figure it out,” he said.
drew let out a quiet laugh. “that’s not the same thing.”
laiys glanced at him. “why are you acting like you know the fucking way to go.”
“i don’t,” drew said. “but i know this isn’t it.”
gilbert looked up from his phone. “we looped already.”
“…we’re good,” laiys said, and you just shook your head, not even arguing because at least you were out of the house.
eventually you ended up somewhere that actually looked like something, a nicer shopping area with clean storefronts, people walking around dressed like they had plans, and restaurants that didn’t look cheap.
“this works,” you said as you got out.
“yeah,” jawhn nodded.
“see,” laiys said.
drew glanced at him. “you just got lucky.”
laiys just shrugged. “we’re here though.”
you walked around for a bit first, going into random stores, leaving almost as fast as you walked in, just looking at things you weren’t going to buy. it was easy, nobody rushing, just moving from place to place until you passed balenciaga and all of you slowed down at the same time.
“we’re going in,” jawhn said.
“we’re not buying shit,” you replied.
“i know,” he said. “still.”
you all went in anyway, and it was quiet inside, everything spaced out like it was way more serious than it needed to be. prices you didn’t even have to check to know they were ridiculous. laiys picked up a hoodie, looked at the tag for half a second, then set it back like nothing happened.
“yeah i’m getting this next check,” he said.
drew looked at him. “i guess you’re getting that.”
“i will,” laiys replied.
“you’re not spending that much on a hoodie,” drew said.
“watch me,” laiys said.
jawhn was looking at shoes, nodding slightly like he was convincing himself. “these are hard though.”
“how much?” gilbert asked.
jawhn showed him and gilbert just shook his head a little. “yeah… no.”
you laughed quietly, walking past them. “you guys are just actually larping at this point.”
“no i’m serious,” laiys said. “next check.”
drew nodded. “mentally, yeah.”
you smiled, shaking your head as you all walked out a few minutes later with nothing but opinions.
—
you ended up at a restaurant after that, one of the nicer ones nearby, the kind where everything felt a little too clean and the menus didn’t have pictures. you slid into your seat, looking around slightly.
“this is kinda nice,” you said.
“yeah,” gilbert nodded.
drew leaned back a little. “better than fast food.”
laiys rested his arm on the table. “we earned it.”
you looked at him. “for what.”
“unpacking and organizing duh.” he said.
drew let out a quiet breath. “yea cause you did a lot of work…”
you smiled slightly, opening the menu, and the conversation stayed easy from there, nothing forced, just random topics, small jokes, talking between bites once the food came. jawhn started saying something at one point and then paused halfway through.
“wait what was i saying,” he said.
“no idea,” you replied.
“you lost it,” drew added.
“nah it was something,” jawhn said.
“it wasn’t important,” gilbert said while covering his mouth full of food, and you just smiled, taking another bite.
when you finished eating, nobody really said anything about going back, you guys knew you weren’t done yet.
“we’re getting something sweet,” you said.
“yeah,” laiys nodded. “i’m not going home yet.”
“same,” drew added.
you ended up at an ice cream place nearby, walking in like it had already been decided. it was colder inside, brighter, simpler, and somehow that made it feel better after the restaurant. you stood there for a minute looking at flavors.
“omg i’ma get fat,” jawhn said.
“like you already aren’t?” drew replied.
“you eat candy and chipotle everyday,” he said. “shut the fuck up.”
you ordered first just to get it over with, stepping to the side while the others figured theirs out, still debating even while you were paying.
“you take forever,” laiys said.
“because i actually think about it,” jawhn replied.
“it’s fucking ice cream,” gilbert said. “it’s not that serious.”
“it is,” jawhn said, and you laughed quietly, taking your cup.
you all went outside after, sitting nearby, eating and talking like nothing really changed. the air was cooler now, the sky darker, but still nobody was in a rush to leave.
“this was better than staying at the house,” you said.
“way better,” drew agreed.
“we didn’t even do anything,” gilbert added.
“exactly,” you said.
laiys nodded slightly. “we still made something out of it.”
drew glanced at him. “don’t say it like that.”
“like what,” laiys said.
“like it means something,” drew replied.
you laughed, shaking your head. “he’s trying to make it deep.”
“i’m not,” laiys said.
“you are,” jawhn added.
gilbert laughed, “you’re actually a dork.”
laiys just exhaled a little, looking away. “whatever.”
—
getting back was quieter, everyone a little more relaxed, a little tired, but still talking here and there. you still took a wrong turn at some point.
“this isn’t right,” you said.
“it’s fine,” laiys replied.
drew looked at him. “you said that already.”
gilbert checked his phone. “we’re off again.”
laiys let out a small breath. “…alright.”
you leaned back, smiling a little. “i knew it.”
drew shook his head. “we’re not letting you drive next time.”
“you’re still getting in the car,” laiys said.
“we’ll see,” drew replied.
by the time you got back, it was later than you planned, but nobody really cared. you got out of the car, still talking as you walked back inside.
“i’m not going out with you if you’re driving again,” you said.
“you will though so it’s fine,” laiys replied.
you shook your head. “no.”
jawhn laughed quietly. “she will.”
you smiled a little, walking back into the house with them, the noise picking up again the second the door opened, but it didn’t feel as boring as it did before you left.
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sorry for late post, i was editing all day + busy. 😞
i wont be home to watch the stream tomorrow nooooo, hopefully the place im at will have good service tho hehe.
also pretend that jawhn is in the photo above i couldn’t find another picture:((
waitttt yall see those arms???? 🤤🫣
new fic tomorrow btw!
request: Can you do one where the reader and adapt film a sextape 🫰🫣🫣
reader = pink
alex = red
gilbert = orange
adapt x reader - kept on tape / smut
warnings: smut, filming during sex, praise kink, soft dom!alex, possessive language, pet names, & almost getting caught.
—
adapts guest house was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioning and the faint freeway noise outside. alex had been hinting at it for weeks, always bringing it up in that soft, careful way he did when he really wanted something.
“i want to film us,” he said one night, lying next to you in bed, fingers tracing slow circles on your bare hip. “just for us. no one else ever sees it. i just… i want to be able to watch you later. watch how pretty you look when you’re taking me. the faces you make when you cum. i want to keep that.”
you were nervous, but the way he asked, gentle, honest, eyes dark with want. which made it hard to say no.
“only if it stays between us,” you whispered. “promise?”
“i promise,” he said, kissing you slow and deep. “i already bought another camera. it’ll be safe.”
that was how you ended up in his bed with the camera set up on the dresser, red light blinking steadily.
alex was on top of you, moving slow and deep, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other gripped your thigh.
“look at the camera, baby,” he murmured, voice rough as he thrust into you. “let it see how good you look when i’m inside you.”
you tried to turn your face away at first, shy, but he gently turned your chin back.
“don’t hide,” he whispered, kissing you softly even as his hips kept rolling. “i want to watch this later and remember exactly how you sound when you cum for me.”
you moaned into his mouth, legs wrapping tighter around him as he fucked you deeper, the camera catching every gasp, every whimper, every time your back arched off the bed.
he made sure to talk you through it the whole time, low and intimate.
“that’s it… so fucking pretty. taking my cock so well. you feel so good, baby. so tight and warm.”
he kissed down your neck, then back up to your lips, still thrusting deep and steady.
“look at you,” he breathed against your mouth. “so wet for me. you love this, don’t you? love knowing the camera’s watching while i fuck you.”
you whimpered, nodding, nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure built fast.
“alex—i’m close—”
“good girl,” he groaned, picking up the pace just a little, hips snapping harder. “cum for me. let the camera see how pretty you look when you cum on my dick.”
you came hard, crying out his name, back arching as your walls clenched tight around him. alex followed right after, burying himself deep with a low, broken groan, spilling inside you while the camera kept recording every second.
after, he turned it off, kissed you slow and sweet, and held you close.
“you were perfect,” he whispered against your lips.
—
the next day alex was getting ready to stream.
gilbert walked in and started setting up like usual. he reached for the small camera on the shelf, the one that looked exactly like the streaming camera. he picked it up, already adjusting the angle.
alex’s eyes widened the second he saw which one gilbert had grabbed.
“not that one,” he said quickly, voice sharper than normal.
gilbert paused, confused, holding the camera in his hands.
“why? this is the one we always use.”
alex stepped forward and gently took the camera from gilbert’s hands, setting it back on the shelf. he reached for the correct streaming camera instead and handed it over.
“uh no… use this one,” he said, trying to sound casual but failing. his ears were turning red.
gilbert stared at him for a second, then at the other camera still sitting on the shelf. he opened his mouth like he was about to ask why there were two identical cameras, then closed it again.
he didn’t even want to know.
“whatever you say, dude,” gilbert muttered, shaking his head with a breathy laugh as he started setting up the right camera. “i’m not asking questions.”
alex rubbed the back of his neck, clearly relieved.
“good. thanks.”
gilbert just sighed and kept working, pretending he hadn’t seen anything.
some things were better left unknown.
—
short but good
hopefully… 😅
OMG NEW HOUSE SOOOOOO SOON, gotta adjust my fics to a new house layout anddddd laiys and drew are moving in 🥳
request: Can I request Jynxzi fluff, reader is also a streamer the plot can be anything you want:)
jynxzi = purple
reader = pink
jynxzi x streamer reader - teaching u R6 / fluff
warnings: gaming frustration, mild language, chaotic gameplay, light teasing, streaming/chat reactions, soft fluff
—
being in a ranked match with jynxzi while playing rainbow six siege with him sounded fun when he first brought it up, like something light you could just laugh through, but the second you actually queued into a real game and saw your name sitting on his team, with real teammates and real consequences for messing up, it started to feel a lot more serious than you expected.
you’re at your own setup, live yourself, chat open on one monitor, the game on the other, his stream pulled up off to the side, and his voice coming through discord like it always does when you guys play together.
your chat is already moving before the round even starts.
FOCUS Y/N don’t sell his shit good luck LMFAO
you try not to look at it too much, but it’s hard not to when you already know how this is probably gonna go.
he’s already locked in before the round even begins, you can hear it in his voice immediately. “okay just stay with me,” he says through the call. “don’t run off, don’t peek nothing by yourself, just listen and we’ll be fine.”
“i am listening,” you say, adjusting your grip on your controller, eyes flicking between your game and your chat for a second.
“no like actually listen,” he adds quickly. “don’t just start doing random shit because then we’re gonna lose and i’m gonna be tight.”
“i’m not gonna do random shit,” you reply, already moving your character forward as the round starts, trying to follow his callouts while everything on your screen starts happening at once. footsteps, distant gunshots, teammates talking, his voice cutting through all of it, and you’re just trying to stay close to where he says he is without getting lost.
it doesn’t last long before you do.
“where are you going,” he says almost immediately.
“i thought you went this way,” you reply, turning your character around quickly, trying to find him again based on his callouts.
“i literally said follow me,” he says, his tone starting to rise before he cuts himself off with a breath. “okay it’s fine, just come back, come back to me.”
you finally get back near him just as he starts getting into a fight, and your screen fills with movement so fast you don’t even know what you’re looking at anymore. you panic, pressing buttons too quickly, aiming at nothing, trying to help but not actually helping, and somehow you step directly into his line of sight.
“yo— move,” he says quickly, but you hesitate for a second, not sure which way to go, and that’s all it takes for him to get shot.
“…i’m dead,” he says a second later.
you wince slightly. “…my bad.”
you glance over at his stream for a second, his chat already going.
LMAO WHAT IS SHE DOING ACTUALLY 1v5
your own chat isn’t much better.
LOL YOU JUST STOOD THERE OMG Y/N LOCK IN
you look back at your screen quickly, trying not to laugh or cringe too hard at the same time.
he exhales through the mic. “you just stood there,” he says.
“i didn’t know where to go,” you reply.
there’s a small pause before he sighs again. “okay. it’s fine. it’s fine.”
the next couple rounds don’t go much better. you forget what buttons do what, you reload at the worst possible times, you move when he tells you not to and don’t move when he tells you to, and every time something goes wrong you can hear it in his voice when he starts to react, then stops himself halfway through like he’s forcing himself to stay calm.
“okay don’t move,” he says at one point, more controlled now.
“okay,” you reply.
a second later, “push up.”
you hesitate. “i thought you said don’t move.”
there’s a pause on the other end. “when i say push up, you move.”
“okay,” you say, finally stepping forward, and within seconds you get shot from an angle you didn’t even see. your screen fades out and you just sit there staring at it.
“…i got him weak though,” you add quietly.
he pauses for a second. “you didn’t even shoot” he says.
your chat moves again.
STOP not even one bullet i actually cant watch this omg
you press your lips together, trying not to smile. “i tried,” you say.
he exhales. “okay. it’s fine.”
then the worst one happens.
you’re actually alive for once, following his callouts properly, staying close to where he says he is, trying to do everything right. he’s holding an angle somewhere ahead of you, telling you where to stand, where to look, and you’re trying to copy everything exactly.
“okay don’t shoot,” he says. “just hold—”
you hear footsteps somewhere close, not even sure where exactly, and without really thinking you press the trigger too fast, your aim slightly off as you try to react.
the shot lands directly into him.
“yo what the fuck—” he says immediately, half laughing, half in disbelief. “you just shot me.”
you freeze for a second, then start laughing, like you can’t even help it. “i didn’t mean to—”
your chat explodes.
NO WAY TEAMKILL??? IM CRYING
“revive me,” he says quickly, his tone switching instantly. “revive me, revive me, revive me.”
you’re still laughing, trying to move your character toward him, your aim shaky. “i’m trying—”
“stop laughing and revive me,” he says, louder now, urgency creeping in. “there’s someone near, hurry up.”
you crouch, then stand back up by accident, still laughing under your breath.
“yo what are you doing?” he says, half yelling now. “just hold it, it’s one button.”
“wait—” you say, trying again, but you mess it up another time.
you hear gunshots nearby.
“he’s right there,” he says quickly. “revive me first, revive me first.”
you finally get it right, starting the revive, still smiling while he’s sitting there downed.
“focus,” he says. “focus please.”
“i am focusing,” you say, even though you’re still laughing a little.
he gets up just as the enemy pushes, and you hear his controller clicking faster through the mic as he locks back in, somehow winning the fight anyway.
there’s a second of silence after.
then he exhales. “you just team killed me mid round,” he says.
you’re still smiling. “i said i didn’t mean to.”
he lets out a small laugh. “you’re actually insane.”
you glance at both chats again without thinking.
his chat: LMAO nah she’s worse than max
your chat: I CANT HE STILL CLUTCHED
you cover your mouth slightly, trying not to laugh again.
“i’m never letting you stand behind me again,” he adds.
“you said stay behind you,” you point out.
“yea that was before you shot me.” he replies.
after that, something shifts a little. he’s still calling things out, still trying to win, but he’s not as tense anymore, not reacting as sharp when you mess up. if anything, he starts guiding you more, his voice calmer through the call, explaining things instead of snapping.
“okay go left,” he says.
you go left.
“hold that.”
you try.
“shoot.”
you shoot, your aim still not great, but somehow you actually get someone.
you freeze, staring at your screen. “…wait.”
your chat starts moving immediately.
YOU GOT ONE FINALLY WEDIDIT
there’s a small pause in the call before you hear it in his voice. “you got one,” he says.
you glance at his stream, then back at your screen, smiling without even thinking. “i did?”
“yeah,” he says.
you laugh softly. “oh my god.”
he lets out a small laugh too. “okay, i see it.”
“i’m actually getting better,” you say.
“don’t push it,” he replies, but there’s no bite to it anymore.
you lean back slightly in your chair, still holding your controller, glancing at both chats again as they keep moving. “you’re proud of me.”
“i’m not proud,” he says.
you stay quiet for a second.
he pauses, then adds, “…a little bit.”
you smile again, softer this time, turning your attention back to the game as the next round loads in, and even though you’re still messing up and still accidentally doing things you’re not supposed to, he stays in the call with you the whole time, talking you through everything, a lot more patient now like somewhere between you shooting him and laughing in his face, winning stopped mattering as much as just playing with you.
—
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okay ada fic next
request: sad angst with jason?
jason = orange
reader = pink
jason x reader - let me go / angst
warnings: heavy angst, breakup, crying, public hate, insecurity, moving away, no happy ending
—
for the past couple weeks, maybe even longer if you’re being honest with yourself, the idea had been sitting in the back of your mind in a way you couldn’t ignore anymore. it didn’t start all at once, it was gradual, something that built up over time without you realizing how bad it was getting until it already felt too heavy to carry.
at first it was just comments here and there, little things you’d scroll past and pretend didn’t bother you, people comparing you to sakura like it was normal, like it wasn’t weird to constantly bring up someone he used to be with every time your name came up. you told yourself it didn’t matter, that people would get over it eventually, that they’d stop holding onto something that was already over. but they didn’t. if anything, it got worse, and the more serious things got between you and jason, the more it started to feel like you were stepping into something that was never really yours to begin with.
it followed you everywhere, not just online but in your head, in the way you started second guessing everything, the way you’d catch yourself wondering if people were right, if maybe you didn’t compare, if maybe you were just filling a space that wasn’t meant for you. you never said any of this out loud to him because you already knew what he’d say, that it didn’t matter, that he chose you, that people would always talk.
and maybe that should’ve been enough, maybe it would’ve been if it wasn’t constant, if it didn’t feel like every time you opened your phone you were being reminded that people didn’t want you there. it made something that was supposed to feel good start to feel exhausting, like you were constantly trying to prove something to people who had already made up their minds about you.
leaving didn’t feel like something you wanted at first, it felt like something you were forcing yourself to consider because you didn’t know what else to do. you went back and forth with it for days, telling yourself you were overreacting, that breaking up over something like this didn’t make sense, that you should be stronger than that. but every time you tried to push it away, it came back worse, louder, harder to ignore. and eventually it stopped being a question and started feeling like the only option that made sense. not because you didn’t care about him, but because you cared too much and it was starting to hurt in a way you couldn’t fix.
so you made a plan. you packed your things slowly, taking your time like you were hoping something would stop you before you finished, folding clothes and putting them into your suitcase with hands that didn’t feel steady. you booked a flight to new york, somewhere far enough that people wouldn’t connect you to him the same way anymore, somewhere you could exist without being constantly compared to someone else.
you got a driver so you wouldn’t have to think too hard once it was time to leave, so there wouldn’t be a moment where you could sit there and change your mind. everything about it was intentional, set up in a way that forced you to follow through.
the only thing you couldn’t prepare for was telling him.
the drive to his house feels quiet in a way that makes everything louder in your head, your hands resting in your lap, fingers twisting together without you realizing it. your suitcase is already in the trunk, everything packed, everything ready, and it makes this feel real in a way you weren’t ready for.
when you pull up, you sit there for a second, staring at the house, your chest tight, your throat already starting to close up before you’ve even said anything. you tell the driver you’ll be quick before stepping out, the air feeling colder than it should as you walk up to the door.
you hesitate for a second before knocking, your hand hovering like you’re giving yourself one last chance to walk away from this. but you don’t. you knock anyway.
you hear movement inside, then the door opens, and there he is, looking at you like nothing’s wrong, like this is just another normal night. “hey,” he says, a small smile already forming when he sees you. “i didn’t know you were—”
you walk past him before he can finish, because if you stand there any longer you’re not gonna be able to say any of this. he notices immediately, the way you don’t greet him, the way you don’t look at him, and you can feel his attention shift as he closes the door behind you and follows.
“what’s wrong,” he asks, his voice already softer.
you don’t answer right away, walking up to his room like you’ve done a hundred times before, except this time it doesn’t feel the same. everything looks normal, his setup still on, the glow of his lights filling the room, his bed slightly messy, nothing out of place, and it makes your chest ache because this is the last time you’re gonna be here like this.
“what happened,” he asks again.
you turn to face him, and the second you do, you feel everything start to crack. “i can’t do this anymore,” you say, your voice quieter than you meant it to be.
he blinks, confused. “what?”
“i can’t do this,” you repeat, your voice shaking now.
“what are you talking about?” he asks, stepping closer.
“us,” you say.
there’s a pause, heavy and stretched out. “what do you mean us?”
you force the words out before you can stop yourself. “i can’t be with you anymore.”
his expression shifts slowly, confusion turning into something heavier, something that makes your chest tighten even more. “what are you saying?”
“i’m breaking up with you jason.”
the silence that follows feels suffocating. he just stares at you like he’s waiting for you to take it back, like maybe he heard you wrong. “no,” he says after a second, shaking his head. “no, you’re not serious.”
you nod, even though it hurts. “i am.”
“why?” the question comes out quick, almost desperate.
you let out a shaky breath, your eyes already stinging. “because i can’t handle it.”
“handle what?”
“everything,” you say, your voice breaking as the words start coming out faster. “the comments, the messages, the way people talk about me like i don’t even matter, like i’m just someone filling a spot that was never supposed to be mine.”
he steps closer, his expression softening. “what are you talking about?”
“you know what i’m talking about,” you say, looking at him. “everyone loved you and sakura, they still do, and i’m just the girl that came after. i can’t go a day without seeing it, without being compared to her like i’m supposed to live up to something i was never part of.”
“that’s not true,” he says immediately.
“it is,” you reply, your voice rising. “you don’t see what they say to me, jason. you don’t see how bad it actually is.”
“then you should’ve told me,” he says.
“what would that change?” you ask. “they’re not gonna stop just because you say something.”
he reaches for your hands, his grip gentle. “we can figure it out.”
you pull away. “there’s nothing to figure out.”
“yes there is,” he insists, his voice starting to shake.
“i’m leaving,” you say before he can say anything else.
“…what?”
“i’m moving to new york,” you say. “i already packed everything. i have a driver waiting outside.”
he just stares at you, like he can’t process what you’re saying. “you’re leaving tonight?”
you nod.
“without telling me?”
you don’t answer.
he runs a hand through his hair, his breathing uneven. “no, this is— this is crazy.”
“it’s not,” you say.
“it is,” he says, his voice breaking slightly. “you don’t just decide to leave like this.”
“i’ve been thinking about it,” you say.
“without me?”
“…yeah.”
that’s when it hits him fully, the way his expression drops, his eyes glossing over as he looks at you like he doesn’t recognize what’s happening anymore. “so you just planned all of this,” he says quietly, “and you were just gonna leave.”
“i had to,” you whisper.
“no you didn’t,” he says, stepping closer again. “we could’ve fixed it.”
“you can’t fix this,” you say, tears falling now. “i’m tired, jason. i’m so tired of feeling like i’m not enough.”
that’s what breaks him. you see it in the way his face changes, the way his eyes fill as he pulls you into him before you can stop him, his arms wrapping around you tightly like he’s trying to hold you there. “you are enough,” he says into your shoulder, his voice shaking. “you are, i swear you are.”
you press your hands against his chest, trying to pull back. “jason…”
“don’t go,” he says, his grip tightening.
“i have to,” you whisper.
he pulls back just enough to look at you, his hands coming up to your face, wiping your tears with his thumbs. “just stay. i’ll fix it, i’ll do whatever you want, just don’t leave.”
you shake your head, your chest aching.
he leans in suddenly, kissing you like he’s trying to stop you from saying anything else, like if he can just hold onto you long enough you won’t leave. it’s desperate, uneven, his hands still on your face, his breathing shaky. you freeze for a second before pushing against him gently, pulling away even though it hurts.
“don’t,” you whisper.
“i don’t want you to leave,” he says.
“i know,” you reply.
“then don’t,” he says again.
you step back, forcing space between you. “i can’t stay here.”
he wipes at his face, like he’s trying to pull himself together but can’t. “then i’ll go with you,” he says suddenly. “i don’t care, i’ll go wherever you go.”
you shake your head immediately. “no.”
“why not?”
“because that’s not the point,” you say.
he goes quiet for a second, just staring at you, like he’s hoping you’ll change your mind if he waits long enough.
you can’t stay any longer.
you turn and walk out of his room, your chest tight, your hands shaking, and you hear him follow almost immediately. “wait,” he says. “please just wait.”
you don’t stop until you’re outside, the cool air hitting your face as you walk toward the car, your driver already stepping out. “don’t do this,” he says behind you, his voice breaking.
you turn to him, tears still falling. “you have to let me go.”
he shakes his head. “i don’t want to.”
“i know,” you say softly.
he follows you all the way to the car anyway, like he can’t stop himself. “please,” he says one last time.
you look at him, taking him in one last time, his eyes red, his face wet with tears, completely broken in a way you’ve never seen before. “you have to let me go,” you repeat.
he doesn’t answer. he just stands there, like if he moves at all you’ll disappear completely.
you get into the car.
the door closes.
and you don’t look back, even though everything in you wants to. the car starts moving, slowly at first, and you sit there staring ahead, your chest tight, your hands shaking in your lap.
but you can still picture him standing there.
watching you leave.
and for the first time since you made this decision, it doesn’t feel like relief. it just feels like you left the only person you ever wanted to stay for.
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lmk if i should do a part 2 because i lowkey have an idea 🤔
request: can i request marlon and reader at coachella together
marlon = green
reader = pink
silky = purple
lacy = blue
adapt = red
braeden = orange
marlon x reader - i’ll behave / fluff
warnings: slight jealousy, teasing, possessive undertones, mild language
—
marlon was getting ready for coachella, standing in front of the mirror fixing his chains and adjusting his shirt like he had been doing for the past few minutes.
you were sitting on the edge of the bed, just watching him.
he kept looking at himself, turning slightly, making small adjustments like he wanted everything to sit right.
not really saying anything at first.
“what?” he asked after a second, glancing at you through the mirror.
you shrugged a little. “nothing.”
he looked at you again, this time a little longer, like he knew you were about to say something.
you waited a second.
“don’t be staring at other girls.”
he paused for a second, then let out a small laugh, turning his head slightly.
“what?” he said, like he didn’t hear you right.
“i’m serious,” you said, not really changing your tone.
he turned around this time, facing you properly, a small smile still on his face.
“you think i’m gonna go out there just staring at people?”
you just looked at him.
he walked over, stopping right in front of you, close enough to nudge your knee lightly with his.
“you don’t trust me?” he asked.
you rolled your eyes a little. “that’s not what i said.”
he smiled at that, looking down for a second before looking back at you.
“i’ll behave,” he said, quieter this time.
you nodded slightly. “mhm.”
he stayed there for a second, then reached down, lightly tapping your chin before stepping back.
“i’m serious though,” you added.
“i know,” he said, grabbing his stuff. “i heard you.”
he looked at you one more time before heading out, a small smile still on his face.
—
later that night, coachella was packed.
music loud, people everywhere, lights flashing across the crowd.
marlon was walking with silky, lacy, adapt, and braeden, all of them moving through the crowd, talking over each other.
they had been joking about something random when marlon spoke.
“she told me not to look at other girls before i left.”
it wasn’t loud, just said like it came to him.
they all heard it.
silky looked at him first, then laughed. “you serious?”
adapt turned his head. “and you listened?”
marlon shrugged a little. “i mean… yeah.”
lacy shook his head, looking away with a small smile.
braeden let out a quiet laugh.
“you at coachella thinking about that?” silky said.
marlon rolled his eyes slightly. “it’s not even like that.”
“it is like that,” adapt said. “you’re down bad.”
“i’m not,” marlon said, but he didn’t sound that serious.
lacy looked at him again. “you remembered that, then told us.”
braeden added, “that’s all we needed.”
marlon shook his head a little, looking off into the crowd. “y’all doing too much.”
silky stepped a little in front of him, looking around before looking back.
“so you not looking at nobody?”
marlon paused for a second.
“i didn’t say that.”
they all started talking at once, laughing, cutting him off before he could finish.
marlon laughed too, shaking his head, not even trying to explain himself anymore.
adapt looked at him again. “yeah you’re gone.”
lacy nodded. “it’s bad.”
marlon didn’t say anything to that, just pulled his phone out for a second, glancing down at it.
your message was still there.
he opened it again, reading it for a second.
you asking if he was behaving.
he stood there for a second, then typed back a short answer.
yeah.
silky leaned over slightly. “who you texting?”
marlon turned his phone away a little. “no one.”
they all looked at him again.
he shook his head, smiling to himself before locking his phone and slipping it back into his pocket.
he looked back up, listening to them still talking, but his attention wasn’t fully there anymore.
every now and then, he’d pull his phone out again, just checking it quickly before putting it away like nothing.
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(NOT PROOFREAD)
quick little blurb, i thought about this while daydreaming about jason and then someone requested this.
sorry i dont know what there is to do at coachella besides see addison rae😂
based off that on video of jason on vr chat hehe
jason = orange
reader = pink
jason x reader - bad mood / smut
warnings: smut, dom/sub dynamics, rough behavior, light degradation, face fucking, gagging, spanking, messy/fluids, possessive behavior
—
jason had ended his stream about thirty minutes ago, and you still hadn’t heard from him. usually he’d text you right away, telling you if he was coming over or not, but tonight he didn’t. the silence felt weird, like something was off.
he had ended the stream early too, annoyed at chat for being disrespectful and not respecting his privacy. you could tell it actually got to him.
you were sitting on the couch, it a little after 9pm, just scrolling on your phone without really paying attention. the room was quiet until you heard the door unlock.
you looked up as jason walked in.
his eyes looked darker than usual, and you could tell right away he was in a bad mood.
he shut the door behind him, kicking off his shoes before taking off his jacket. it was that same jacket he wore the day he was on the news—the one that made him look really good. he had on purple and yellow balenciaga sweatpants with a maison margiela shirt that didn’t match at all, but he clearly didn’t care right now.
“hi baby,” you said softly, your voice a little small, not knowing how he’d respond.
he didn’t answer right away. after throwing his jacket on the hanger by the door, he ran a hand through his hair, messing it up more while rubbing his eyes and letting out a long exhale. his shirt lifted a little, just enough for you to see the top of his boxers and a bit of his abs.
“hey,” he said, his tone dry. he wasn’t mad at you, just not in the mood to act like everything was fine.
he walked into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and chugging it before setting it down on the counter a little harder than needed.
you pretended to stay focused on your phone, but you were watching him. his hair was messy, his body tense… and you could clearly see the bulge in his sweatpants growing.
you pressed your thighs together a little, acting like you didn’t notice.
once he finished his water, he just stood there for a second, staring off like he was thinking about something, like he was deciding something in his head.
the room felt quiet again.
“get on your knees.”
his voice cut through everything—flat, serious, like he didn’t want to waste time.
your eyes widened. “what?”
“you heard me, y/n,” he said, already walking toward you, his jaw clenched and veins showing in his forearms.
“yeah i heard you but—” you started, your words coming out uneven as he stopped right in front of you. you couldn’t even really look up at him.
he brought his hands to your face, gently brushing your cheek and guiding your eyes up to his. the way he touched you made your stomach twist, especially with how he’d been acting.
you could already feel how wet you were getting just from his words and the way he was looking at you.
“gonna whip my dick out and slap you with it, okay?” he said, a small smirk on his lips.
your breath caught.
“get on your knees for me, baby… c’mon.” he said again, softer this time, patting your cheek before helping you off the couch and guiding you down until you were on your knees in front of him.
you looked up at him as he reached for the hem of his sweats, your eyes following his hands. his fingers hooked into the fabric as he pulled down his pants, then his boxers, and the second you saw his dick already hard and leaking with precum, it already had you dripping.
he looked down at your face while doing it, watching you closely, how your pupils grew the second he whipped his dick out, stroking it slowly right in front of your face.
“fuck…” he groaned, low and drawn out.
your lips parted slightly, already eager to have him in your mouth. he could tell you were dripping just by the way you kept squirming on your knees, unable to stay still.
“want this in your mouth huh?” he said, his voice low.
you nodded, looking up at him through your eyelashes, your expression giving you away completely. before you could say anything else, he slapped it lightly against your cheek on both sides, leaving a bit of precum there.
“use those words for me, baby.”
“yes jason, want it so bad,” you said softly.
you reached up with your hands to stroke him a couple times, your fingers moving slowly, but before you could do more, he grabbed your hair, guiding your mouth onto his dick. your lips wrapped around him as you hollowed your cheeks, and he pushed you further down, making you gag a little as he went deeper.
“oh shit… put this pretty mouth to use yea?” he said in between small sighs.
he kept guiding you, pushing you further each time, your breathing uneven as you tried to adjust. you hummed around him, sending vibrations through him, and that’s what made him start to fuck your face, pushing you forward and back with small thrusts of his hips.
“good girl… such a good girl for me,” he said, letting out little whimpers and groans.
his movements got a little rougher, a little faster, until he suddenly pulled out right when he was about to cum.
as he pulled out of your mouth, there was a soft pop sound before he said, out of breath, “get up and turn around.”
you got up, wiping your lips a little before turning around and getting on the couch, your ass on display for him. he stepped closer, pulling down your pants with your underwear and taking off your little cami top, his hands brushing over your skin as he did.
he lined himself up before entering you slowly, making you moan right away, the stretch feeling so good.
then he grabbed your hips as you were already bouncing back against him impatiently, not wanting to wait any longer.
“oh fuck jason,” you moaned as you pushed back against him, your body moving on its own. he smacked your ass, leaving a big red handprint.
“just like that baby, so impatient huh? fucking yourself on my dick,” he said, grabbing your hips again, now going faster than you were before.
your moans got louder with each thrust, and his breathing got heavier. he grabbed your cheeks, spreading them apart so he could go even deeper, if that was even possible.
you turned to look back at him, your mouth open, your chest bouncing with every thrust. he noticed right away, letting out a small breathless smile before bringing his fingers to your mouth.
he pushed them in slightly, telling you to suck on them.
“that’s it baby, suck my fingers like it’s my dick.”
you moaned around his fingers, trying to take them deeper into your mouth, your lips closing around them.
after a moment, he pulled them out, his breathing uneven.
“fuck gonna cum jason—” you said in between moans.
“please let me cum, need to let go so bad,” you begged, your voice shaky.
he went faster, his grip tightening as he gave your ass small smacks, his breathing getting heavier, little moans slipping out as he got closer too.
“fuck… gonna cum all over my dick?”
“yes, yes please let me cum.”
“go ahead baby, let go for me. wanna see you drip out while i keep fucking you.”
you came as soon as he said that, your body tensing as your moans got louder, and a couple more thrusts later he came too with a low groan.
he pulled out slowly before you collapsed against the back of the couch, your head falling onto the pillow as you tried to catch your breath.
your chest rose and fell quickly, your body still shaking a little.
he gave your ass another smack, softer this time, before sitting down on the couch next to you, pulling up his boxers.
after a second, he looked at you, his expression softer now, making sure you were okay.
he leaned over, kissing your face gently.
“you okay?” he asked quietly.
—
nms recently omeOhh 😬
request: can you do a laiys fanfic where reader is a cameraman for another streamer and that’s how they meet?
laiys = green
reader = pink
cinna = purple
jason = orange
laiys x reader - behind the lens / fluff
warnings: crowded event, light flirting, mild language, brief awkward/shy interactions, casual conversation, soft fluff
—
today was jay cinco and lala baptiste’s baby shower, and cinna had been talking about it all week like it was the most important event ever. she told you what color theme it was, what people were gonna be there, what she was gonna wear, even what kind of desserts they might have like she already knew.
you didn’t really know what to expect.
it was your first time going to something like that, and you didn’t wanna underdress or look out of place, so you kept it simple. something nice, a little more formal than what you’d usually wear, but still comfortable enough to move around in because you knew you’d be filming for her.
cinna, on the other hand, went all out.
she wore a pink and white dress that fit perfectly with the whole theme, soft colors, light fabric, something that moved when she walked. she looked really put together without even trying that hard.
“is this too much?” she asked before you guys left.
“no,” you said. “it matches.”
“okay good,” she smiled. “you look good too.”
“thank you.”
the drive there was calm, but once you got close, you could already tell it was gonna be a lot. cars lined up outside, people walking in dressed just as nice, some even more.
when you stepped inside, it didn’t even feel like a regular house anymore. everything was decorated, soft pinks and whites everywhere, balloons, flowers, tables set up neatly, a whole section just for desserts.
and people.
a lot of people.
you recognized faces almost immediately. some streamers, some influencers, even a few athletes you’d only ever seen online or on tv. it felt a little overwhelming at first, just standing there next to cinna while everything moved around you.
“this is really nice,” she said, looking around.
“yeah,” you nodded. “it is.”
for the first two hours, there was no streaming allowed, which honestly made it easier. you didn’t have to think about angles or framing or keeping up with movement. you could just… be there for a while.
you and cinna mostly stayed together, walking around, looking at everything, stopping at different food sections. there was a lot more than you expected, full catering, drinks, desserts, a whole crepe station set up off to the side.
“i’m going there later,” cinna said, pointing at it.
“yeah me too.”
you grabbed small things here and there, nothing too much, just enough to keep you from being hungry while you walked around.
after a while, more people she knew started showing up, and she kept getting pulled into conversations. you stayed close, but not too close, letting her talk while you stood next to her, occasionally adding something in but mostly just listening.
that’s when jason walked up.
“hey cinna,”
“hiii jason!” cinna said, pulling him into a quick hug.
“you came early,” he said.
“yeah i wanted to see everything before it got too packed,” she replied.
they kept talking, going back and forth easily like they always do, and you stood there for a second before glancing toward the crepe section again.
“i’m gonna grab something,” you said quietly.
cinna nodded. “okay, i’ll be here.”
you walked off, weaving through people until you got to the crepe station.
there was a small line, not too long. you stepped behind someone, adjusting your hold on the camera in your hands, letting it rest more comfortably against your palm.
the guy in front of you was taller than you, wearing a striped black and white shirt, his hair slightly messy like he didn’t really try to fix it much. he had a tvu backpack on too, the same one you had, which you noticed almost immediately.
he turned around for a second, just a quick glance, and your eyes met for a moment before he turned back around.
you looked away, then back again without really thinking, just kind of taking in small details.
he stepped forward, telling the lady what he wanted on his crepe, and you listened without meaning to, still standing there waiting your turn.
your camera shifted slightly in your hands, the weight catching you off guard for a second and slipping just enough that your grip loosened—
but you caught it mid air quickly, adjusting it back into place.
the guy in front of you turned around almost instantly.
“they get pretty heavy huh?”
you look confused for a second before you realize what he’s talking about. “oh yeah, my hands also just dont have pretty good grip.” you say forcing a small breathy laugh.
he smiles a little at that, nodding. “nah it’s not even that, they’re just awkward to hold for a long time.”
“yeah,” you say. “especially when you’ve been carrying it all day.”
“you filming for someone?” he asks.
“cinna,” you reply.
“oh okay,” he nods. “that makes sense.”
you glance at his backpack. “you too?”
“yeah,” he says. “i’m with ron.”
you nod slightly. “i figured.”
“i’m laiys, by the way.”
you tell him your name, adjusting your hold on the camera again.
“first time to a baby shower?” he asks.
“yeah,” you say. “i didn’t know what to expect.”
“yea me too,” he says, glancing around. “but it’s cool.”
“yup,” you nod.
there’s a small pause, just waiting as the lady starts making his order.
“you been doing camera stuff for a while?” he asks.
“yeah,” you say. “you?”
“yea kinda,” he nods. “you get used to it after a bit.”
“i’m still getting used to it,” you admit.
“nah you seem like you got it,” he says.
you smile a little. “i try.”
his crepe is done, and he steps forward to grab it, but instead of leaving, he moves off to the side, waiting while you step up next.
you tell the lady what you want, feeling him still there even though he already got his food.
“good choice,” he says casually.
“you don’t even know what i picked,” you say.
“i heard,” he replies.
you glance at him, smiling slightly.
you get your crepe, thanking the lady before stepping off to the side next to him.
“you going back?” he asks.
“yeah,” you say. “cinna’s probably still talking tho.”
“ron too,” he says.
you both start walking back the same direction without really saying anything about it.
as you get closer, you can see the group now—
ron standing there with cinna, still mid conversation, and now silky, max, and kaysan are all there too, talking over each other like usual.
“yeah they’re not leaving anytime soon,” laiys says.
“yeah,” you nod.
you both slow down a little without really saying it, not rushing back into the group yet.
“kinda easier like this though,” he adds.
“yeah,” you say. “less crowded.”
there’s a small pause as you keep walking side by side.
“you got instagram?” he asks after a second, casual like it just came to him.
you look at him for a second. “yeah.”
“what is it?”
you tell him, watching as he pulls his phone out and types it in.
“got it,” he says, showing you quickly before following.
“i’ll follow you back,” you say.
“you better,” he replies, smiling a little.
you shake your head slightly, smiling too.
you’re closer to the group now, their voices louder, cinna laughing at something ron just said.
“i’ll see you around though,” laiys says.
“yeah,” you nod.
he gives you a small look, then heads over toward jawhn and lazer, sliding back into the conversation like he was there the whole time.
you step back up next to cinna, standing beside her again, camera still in your hands, the same as before.
your phone buzzes lightly in your hand.
you glance down.
laiysxdxd followed you.
you smile to yourself for a second before locking your phone again, looking back up at the group like nothing happened.
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(NOT PROOFREAD)
laiys in the striped polo is so yummy idcccc
request: can you write a fan fiction about marlon and y/n going out o a streamer party together and then leaving going back to his place, just fluff
marlon = red
reader = pink
jason = orange
ron = blue
marlon x reader - streamer party
warnings: alcohol, party setting, loud/crowded environment, light teasing from friends, mild language, casual physical touch (hand holding, leaning, etc.), soft fluff / no angst
—
the party is already loud when you and marlon walk in, music running through the whole house, people packed into every room, lights low enough that everything kind of blends together. you step in next to him this time, not behind, your shoulder brushing his as you both pause for a second near the entrance just to look around.
“it’s packed,” you say.
“yeah,” he nods, scanning the room. “we’re not staying long.”
you smile a little. “you say that every time.”
“and i mean it every time,” he says, starting to move forward.
you follow easily, not really needing to hold onto him, just staying close while he says quick hellos to people he recognizes. you catch bits and pieces as you walk — someone calling out to silky across the room, rage laughing somewhere near the stairs, cinna walking past you with a quick smile and wave.
you end up in the kitchen after a minute, marlon grabbing two drinks and handing you one without asking.
“thank you,” you say.
“yeah,” he nods, leaning back against the counter. “now this is a good drink.”
“you think i pick bad drinks?”
“i think you overthink it,” he says.
you look at him. “i don’t.”
“you do,” he says, taking a sip.
you shake your head a little, smiling, and glance around the room again. adapt is across the kitchen talking to someone, arky leaning against the fridge with some oscs members, and you catch a glimpse of tara moving through the crowd again.
“you good?” marlon asks, glancing at you.
“yeah,” you nod.
he watches you for a second, then nods back, shifting slightly when someone squeezes past so you don’t get bumped into. his hand brushes your side for a second, just guiding you a little closer without really thinking about it.
before you can say anything else—
“there he is,”
marlon exhales quietly before turning. “what do you want?”
you already know who it is before you even look.
Jason and Ron are standing there, both looking between you and marlon like they just caught something.
“nothing,” jason says, dragging it out slightly. “just checking in.”
“on what?” marlon asks.
ron gestures between you two. “this of course.” he says with fake enthusiasm in his voice
you glance at marlon for a second, then back at them, a small smile on your face.
“it’s the same as always,” marlon says.
“no it’s not,” jason says immediately. “you’re acting different.”
“im acting different?” he says with a breathy laugh
“yes, you are,” ron says. “you’re being normal.”
“i am normal dumbass,” marlon says.
you look at him. “no you’re not.”
ron laughs. “see?”
marlon just shakes his head, trying not to smile.
jason looks at you. “you been with him all night?”
“we just got here,” you say.
“makes sense,” he nods. “he doesn’t last long at these.”
“i can hear you,” marlon says.
“it’s not a diss bro chill,” ron replies.
you laugh quietly while marlon just looks between them like he’s already done with the conversation.
“go somewhere else,” he says.
“we just got here,” jason repeats.
“then leave again.”
ron shakes his head, still smiling. “alright, we’ll go. but we’ll see you later.”
“no you won’t,” marlon says.
they walk off anyway, both of them still looking back like they’re gonna come right back.
you lean slightly into marlon’s side once they’re gone, smiling. “they’re funny.”
“they’re also annoying,” he says.
“a little.”
“a lot,” he corrects.
you take a sip of your drink while the room keeps moving around you, people talking, laughing, music carrying through everything. you spot clix near the doorway with thea, max arguing about something with someone near the couch, and yugi and bri walking past with a drinks in hand.
“you wanna stay in here or go outside?” marlon asks.
“outside,” you say immediately.
“yeah i figured,” he nods.
you both step out to the backyard, the air cooler, quieter, music muffled through the walls instead of blasting in your ears. you lean against the railing, letting out a small breath.
“better?” he asks.
“way better,” you say.
“yeah,” he nods. “you looked like you were about to disappear.”
“i guess i was?”
“you were,” he says laughing a little.
you glance at him. “you’re so annoying.”
“and you still came with me,” he shrugs.
you smile a little, looking out for a second before glancing back at him.
“you having fun though?” he asks.
“yeah,” you say. “i like being here with you.”
he looks at you for a second, then away, a small smile showing up.
“yeah?”
“yeah.”
he nods once.
“we can leave if you want,” he says after a second.
you look at him. “you just don’t wanna be here.”
“i’m here,” he says.
“barely.”
he pauses for a second, then shrugs. “okay yeah i don’t wanna be here.”
you laugh quietly. “we can go.”
“yeah?”
“yeah.”
“say less,” he says, pushing off the railing.
you walk back inside and this time he just reaches for your hand without thinking, pulling you through the crowd. as you pass through the living room, you catch jay cinco talking to someone near the couch, braeden sitting on the armrest scrolling on his phone, and lacy laughing with a group near the stairs.
right before you reach the door—
“there they go,”
you both turn slightly as jason and ron reappear like they’ve been waiting.
“you guys are leaving already?” jason asks.
“yeah,” marlon says.
ron looks at your hands, then back at him. “yeah okay.”
“what?” marlon asks.
“nothing,” ron says, smiling.
“you don’t usually leave this fast,” jason adds.
“i do,” marlon says.
“not like this,” ron says.
you smile a little, not saying anything while marlon just shakes his head.
“we’ll talk later,” jason says.
“don’t text me,” marlon replies.
“i’m texting you,” ron says immediately.
marlon just pulls you outside, the door closing behind you and cutting the noise off instantly.
“finally,” he mutters.
you laugh softly as you walk to his car. “they’re gonna text you.”
“i know,” he says.
“what are they gonna say?”
“something dumb,” he replies.
you smile, getting into the car while he walks around to the driver’s side.
the drive is quiet, music low, the city lights passing by outside. after a minute, his hand finds yours again, resting there like it always does.
“you still with me?” he asks.
“yeah why,” you say.
“you went quiet.”
“i’m just relaxed.”
“oh,” he nods. “so i’m calming now?”
“sometimes i guess.”
“that’s crazy,” he says.
you smile softly, looking out the window while his thumb brushes lightly over your hand.
when you get to his place, everything feels calm again. no music, no people, just quiet. you slip your shoes off while he grabs a hoodie and hands it to you.
“here.”
“thank you.”
you put it on, the sleeves covering your hands, and follow him to the couch while he grabs drinks.
he sits next to you, close enough that your knees touch, and you shift into him without thinking, resting your head against his shoulder.
he pauses for a second, then relaxes, his arm settling around you easily.
“better?” he asks quietly.
“way better,” you say.
he nods, his hand moving lightly against your arm through the sleeve of the hoodie, slow and absentminded.
“told you we shouldn’t have stayed long,” he murmurs.
you smile against his shoulder. “you were right.”
“i know,” he says softly.
—
(NOT PROOFREAD)
yes i changed my theme again 🙄
#freedaguys #fuckbanks #freebepsy #freeaddison
adapt x reader - what are we then?
alex = red
reader = pink
jason = orange
ron = blue
warnings: situationship tension, jealousy, emotional confrontation, insecurity, crying, raised voices, hurt feelings, messy communication, unresolved ending & swearing
-
adapt’s stream plays on your laptop in the dark, the purple glow from his leds spilling through the screen and washing faint color across your bedroom walls. chat scrolls endlessly beside his gameplay, messages stacking too fast to read, but you aren’t watching the match. you’re watching him. the way he leans forward when he’s focused. the way his lips twitch when he’s trying not to laugh. the way he runs a hand through his hair when he’s overwhelmed.
jason’s voice cuts through his headset. “yo bro, when are you gonna introduce your girlfriend to us?”
adapt doesn’t even hesitate. he snorts softly, eyes still on his monitor. “i don’t have a girlfriend, jason.”
your stomach drops.
ron laughs. “oh yeah? so i guess y/n isn’t your girlfriend?”
jason adds, “we just waiting for you to claim her, bro.”
adapt shakes his head, cheeks faintly pink as he leans back in his chair. “shut up, both of you. you’re annoying.”
he says it with a laugh.
like it’s not serious.
like it’s just another joke.
chat explodes.
WAIT WHAT
ISNT HE DATING Y/N??
PRE BOSS CALL LOL
adapt keeps smiling at his screen, trying to focus on the game while donations ping quietly in the background. he doesn’t correct himself. doesn’t explain. just lets the moment pass like it doesn’t matter.
like you don’t matter.
your throat tightens.
you rewind the stream.
watch it again.
“i don’t have a girlfriend.”
the words feel heavier the second time.
you mute the stream and just stare at the screen, your reflection faint over his frozen smile. your chest feels tight, like you can’t breathe deep enough, like something is pressing down on you.
you close the tab.
open it again.
then sit there in silence until the stream finally ends.
“alright chat, i’m getting off,” he says casually. “i’ll stream tomorrow.”
adapts offline screen flashes once his outro ends.
your room feels suffocatingly quiet.
you grab your hoodie without thinking.
—
the drive to his place feels like it takes forever, streetlights blurring together through watery eyes you keep angrily wiping dry. your hands tighten on the steering wheel every time his voice echoes in your head.
i don’t have a girlfriend.
you park. sit there for a moment. then get out before you can change your mind.
you knock harder than you mean to.
adapt opens the door, surprised. “oh — hey,” he says softly. “babe, i didn’t know you were—”
you walk past him.
his room is still glowing purple, monitor humming quietly on his desk, chair pushed back like he just stood up. everything looks normal. calm. peaceful.
it makes your chest hurt more.
he closes the door gently. “what’s wrong?”
you turn to face him, arms crossed tightly like you’re holding yourself together. “was it funny?”
he blinks. “what?”
“earlier.”
“earlier what?”
“on stream.”
he looks genuinely confused. “what happened?”
your jaw tightens. “ron and jason.”
“what about them?”
“the girlfriend thing.”
he stares at you. “i don’t get it.”
frustration spikes hot in your chest. “you said you don’t have a girlfriend.”
“…because they were joking?” he says carefully.
you laugh once, but it breaks halfway through. “i’m a joke?”
“what? no.”
“you said you don’t have a girlfriend alex.”
“babe, it wasn’t serious.”
your voice rises despite trying to keep it steady. “am i not your fucking girlfriend, alex?”
he freezes.
“what are we then?” you continue, tears blurring your vision. “just two people with feelings for each other that you don’t want to admit exist?!”
“that’s not what i meant,” he says quickly.
“then what did you mean?”
“they were messing around—”
“so you deny me?”
“i didn’t deny you!”
“you literally said you don’t have a girlfriend!”
“because chat doesn’t need to know our business like that!”
“OUR BUSINESS?” you shout. “it’s a relationship, not some secret scandal!”
he runs a hand through his hair, frustration building. “you’re blowing this up.”
“because it fucking hurts!”
your voice cracks and you hate that it does, wiping your face angrily as tears spill anyway.
“do you know how embarrassing that felt?” you ask. “sitting there hearing you pretend i don’t exist?”
“i wasn’t pretending—”
“it felt like it!”
silence crashes between you.
adapt’s expression softens when he sees you crying. he steps closer carefully. “hey…”
“don’t,” you say, backing away.
“i’m trying to fix this baby please.”
“you can’t.”
“why not?”
“because you meant it.”
“i didn’t!”
“then why was it so easy for you to say?!”
he doesn’t answer fast enough.
and that silence says everything.
you let out a shaky breath, voice smaller now. “i just wanted you to be proud of me.”
he swallows. “i am y/n.”
“clearly not enough for you to admit it.”
he steps closer again, reaching for your arms gently. “please just calm down.”
you push his hands away. “stop touching me.”
he freezes.
“i feel stupid,” you whisper. “like i made up something that was never real.”
“it is real babe,”
“then why do i feel alone in it?”
he looks at you helplessly, like he doesn’t know what to say that won’t make it worse.
you grab your jacket.
“wait,” he says quickly. “please don’t leave angry.”
“i don’t want to look at you right now alex.”
“we can talk about it, please just sit.” he says directing towards the couch
“you should’ve talked about it on stream.”
the words land harder than you intend.
you open the door.
he doesn’t follow this time.
doesn’t try to stop you.
the hallway air feels cold against your face as you step out, chest tight and eyes burning.
the door closes behind you with a soft click.
—
adapt stands there staring at it, jaw tense, hands restless at his sides. the purple lights still glow overhead, his monitor humming quietly like nothing happened.
but the room feels different now.
too quiet.
too empty.
he sinks into his chair slowly, rubbing his face as everything replays in his head.
and for the first time, the silence feels louder than the stream ever was.
—
ok ntm on me guys i think im washed at writing angst😂
jason x reader - first date
jason - orange
reader - pink
laiys - purple
ron: blue
lacy - red
drew - green
warnings: first date nerves, light kissing, mild language, mutual-friend teasing, slight embarrassment, soft romantic tension, brief secondhand awkwardness
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the restaurant feels warm the moment you step inside, soft lights hanging low over each table and quiet music playing somewhere overhead. it’s busy enough to feel lively but not loud, just the steady hum of conversations and dishes clinking in the background.
jason walks beside you as the host leads you through the tables. his hand hovers near your back for a second like he’s thinking about guiding you, but he lets it drop when you glance over.
when you reach your table, he pulls your chair out.
“thanks,” you say, sitting down.
“yeah,” he smiles, taking the seat across from you.
for a minute you both just look at the menus, making small comments about the food and pointing things out. the conversation starts slow but not awkward, just two people settling in.
“you pick yet?” he asks.
“maybe.”
“that means no.”
you smile a little. “i’m deciding.”
he nods like he believes you but doesn’t say anything else.
once the food comes, talking gets easier. he tells you about something dumb that happened earlier and you laugh mid-sip, almost choking on your drink.
“see, it wasn’t that funny,” he says, trying not to smile.
“it was,” you say.
halfway through eating, he reaches over and steals a fry off your plate.
you look at him. “really?”
“what?” he shrugs. “yours looked better.”
“you could’ve asked.”
“would you have said yes?”
“…no.”
“exactly.”
dinner lasts longer than you expect. refills come and go, plates slowly empty, and neither of you seem in a hurry to leave.
when the bill comes, he grabs it first.
“you didn’t have to,” you tell him.
“i know,” he says. “i wanted to.”
outside, the air feels cool and fresh. streetlights reflect off parked cars and the pavement glows faintly under the lamps. you walk beside him toward his car, shoulders brushing every few steps.
he unlocks the door and opens it for you.
“thank you.”
“of course.”
the drive is calm. music plays softly while streetlights pass overhead in slow patterns. he drives with one hand on the wheel, occasionally glancing over at you before looking back at the road.
when he pulls into his driveway, the engine shuts off and the car goes quiet.
you both turn to look at each other at the same time.
he leans in slowly and you meet him halfway, lips brushing softly. his hand rests near your waist while yours grips the sleeve of his hoodie. the kiss lingers for a moment before you both pull back slightly.
he smiles.
you look down for a second.
“you wanna come inside?” he asks.
you nod. “sure.”
—
the house is dim when you walk in, a lamp glowing near the couch and the tv lighting up the walls. you slip your shoes off near the door and follow him into the living room.
a hoodie is tossed over the armrest and a controller sits on the coffee table.
“sorry it’s messy,” he says.
“it’s fine,” you tell him, sitting beside him.
you leave a little space between you while he turns the tv on low. it’s just background noise while the room stays quiet and calm.
“want anything to drink?” he asks.
“i’m okay.”
he nods and sits back, arm resting along the back of the couch behind you.
a few minutes later, the side door opens.
voices carry inside.
ron walks in first, mid-conversation on his phone, but pauses when he sees you. lacy steps in behind him and glances between you and jason.
“ohh,” ron says casually, lowering his phone.
“hey guys,” lacy nods, a little smirk on his face.
“what’s up,” jason says.
ron sets his keys down. “didn’t know you were out.”
“yeah,” jason replies.
there’s a short pause while they both look at you again.
you give a small wave. “hi.”
“hey, y/n right?” ron smiles. and you nod in reply
lacy smirks slightly. “nice.”
jason sighs. “don’t start.”
“i didn’t even say anything,” lacy laughs.
before jason can respond, you hear noise coming from the hallway and see laiys walk in with drew right behind him, both talking until they notice the room.
laiys looks between you and jason. “…oh.”
drew raises an eyebrow. “okayyy.”
jason leans back into the couch. “bro.”
laiys grins a little. “my bad.”
drew drops onto the chair nearby. “so this is why you weren’t answering lacy.”
“relax,” jason mutters.
ron smirks. “how was the date?”
“it was great,” jason says quickly.
you nod. “yeah.”
lacy leans back. “that’s good.”
laiys looks at jason. “you look happy.”
jason shakes his head. “you’re all annoying.”
drew laughs quietly. “we’re just talking.”
the room settles after that. the tv keeps playing low while everyone shifts into different conversations, scrolling on their phones or talking about random plans.
it doesn’t feel intense, just familiar friend energy.
but jason keeps glancing over at you, noticing how quiet you’ve gotten with everyone around.
after a few minutes, he stands and grabs his keys.
“i’ll drive you home,” he says.
“you don’t have to,” you reply.
“it’s fine.”
ron nods slightly. “already?”
“yeah.”
laiys gives jason a knowing look but doesn’t say anything.
drew smirks. “alright.”
you slip your shoes back on and head toward the door with him.
“bye,” you say softly.
“see you,” ron replies.
“nice meeting you,” lacy adds.
“drive safe,” laiys says.
drew gives a small wave.
outside, the air feels cooler than before.
once you’re both in the car, jason exhales.
“sorry about them.”
“it’s okay,” you say. “they’re funny.”
“sometimes.”
the ride back is quiet and calm, music playing softly while streetlights blur past.
when he parks outside your house, he turns toward you.
“i had fun tonight.”
“me too.”
he leans in and kisses you again, gentle and unhurried.
“text me when you get inside,” he says.
you nod and step out, giving him a small wave before heading in.
he waits until your door closes, then drives off.
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only like watching basketball when rons at a game loll