#silky fluff

[mollymargiela]

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.

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i cant stop listening to michael jackson

working on more requests since i graduated early :], but ill be more active next week.

[mollymargiela]

request: Welcome back bae, can you plss do jealous silky or adapt hcs??

reader = pink

silky = purple

SILKY HEADCANONS

warnings: established relationship, jealousy (playful + serious), possessive behavior (light), mild swearing, emotional tension, communication issues, mentions of social media/flirting, soft reassurance, overall fluff + angst balance

silky x reader (playful jealousy edition)

you’re scrolling through tiktok beside him, laughing at a guy’s video. silky looks over. “he’s not even funny.” “you didn’t even watch it.” , “yeah, and i already know he’s not.”

your friend compliments your fit, saying “if i didn’t know you were taken…” silky raises an eyebrow. “good thing you do know.” you nudge him. “relax.” , “i’m relaxed,” he says, clearly not.

he catches you talking to someone a little too long at an event. when you walk back, he smirks. “make a new best friend?” , “was just chatting.” , “mhm. you talk that much to me?”

you get recognized by fans while he’s with you, and someone goes, “you’re so much prettier in person.” silky laughs but later mutters, “they could chill with the compliments.” “you’re jealous of your own fans?” “nah. just possessive. small difference.”

you mention that a barista remembered your order. “that’s his job,” silky says flatly. “okay, but it was kinda sweet.” “you know what else is sweet? not letting him think you’re single.”

he spots you reposting someone’s playlist. “you trusting random dudes with your music taste now?” “it’s just a playlist.” “yeah? next thing i know, you’re at his show.”

—

silky x reader (serious jealousy edition)

he goes quiet after a party where you spent time catching up with an old friend. later, he admits, “i know it’s nothing, but i hate feeling like i’m on the sidelines.”

a guy flirts a little too casually during a collab stream. you brush it off, but later silky’s just distant. “you okay?” you ask. “yeah. just didn’t like how he talked to you, that’s all.”

you’re out with friends and a guy keeps trying to talk to you. silky doesn’t say anything then, but later he admits, “i didn’t like how he was looking at you.” you smile a little, “you know i only look at you, right?” he exhales, nodding. “yeah. still didn’t like it though.”

someone posts a clip where another guy puts his hand on your shoulder. silky texts you a link with no caption. when you confront him, he sighs, “i trust you. i just hate seeing people act like they can try you.”

you find him scrolling through comments on one of your clips, jaw tight. “babe, stop reading those.” “hard to stop when they’re talking like i don’t exist.”

one night, after you both get into a quiet argument, he finally says, “i’m not trying to be controlling. i just—don’t know how to act normal when someone else gets your attention. feels stupid even saying it out loud.” you rest your head on his shoulder. “it’s not stupid.” he exhales, hand finding yours. “just trying not to mess up something that actually matters to me.”

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im hyped for this faze concert

[mollymargiela]

request: fluff or angst of like adapt and silly trying to get at reader at same time and reader not being able to choose who

reader = pink

adapt = red

silky = purple

SOFT SPOT

warnings: fluffy love triangle vibes, playful jealousy, reader flustered, alex & silky being soft despite usually acting tough

you’d known alex and silky for a while now, long enough to know their reputations. alex had that calm, laid-back confidence that made people listen when he spoke, and silky had the sharp, loud energy that always made him the center of a room. around the guys, both of them carried themselves like they had nothing to prove.

but with you, things were… different.

it started when you were sitting on the couch with a blanket wrapped around you. you hadn’t even said you were cold, but alex walked in, took one look, and wordlessly draped his hoodie over your shoulders before sitting beside you.

“you didn’t even ask,” you teased, tugging at the sleeve.

“didn’t have to,” he said simply, his tone casual but his eyes softer than usual.

not even five minutes later, silky came in with a plate of cut fruit.

“you eat today?” he asked, setting it in front of you like it wasn’t a big deal.

“i… yeah, kinda.”

silky raised an eyebrow. “kinda isn’t an answer. eat.”

the two of them locked eyes for a second — a quiet challenge — before both of them turned back to you, waiting. you sank lower into the couch. “you guys are too much.”

“nah,” silky said, smirking. “just making sure you’re good.”

alex leaned back, but his arm slid across the back of the couch, brushing your shoulders. “someone’s gotta look after you.”

—

later that week, you were sprawled out in the backyard on the pink blow up couch scrolling your phone when silky came over, leaning against the post.

“move over,” he said.

“there’s not enough room,” you pointed out.

he grinned. “watch me.” and just like that, he climbed in, the both of you squished together. he was warm, broad shoulders pressed against you, but instead of cracking a joke or flexing like he usually would, he just sighed and rested his head lightly against yours.

“comfy?” he asked, voice softer than you were used to.

“…yeah,” you admitted, your cheeks heating up.

you thought you’d have a moment to breathe, but then alex came out, holding two iced coffees.

“figured you’d want one,” he said, handing it to you like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

your mouth opened, then shut. “you—how did you even know my order?”

he smirked. “you always steal sips from mine. figured it out.”

silky groaned dramatically beside you. “bro, you’re trying too hard.”

alex just shrugged, leaning against the wall next to the pink couch and watching you take your first sip. “nah. i’m just paying attention.”

—

it became a pattern. alex was the one who remembered little things about you, always surprising you with how much he noticed. silky was the one who made sure you were taken care of, never letting you go hungry, tired, or upset without stepping in. and both of them, for all their banter and competition, were… gentle. softer than anyone else ever got to see them.

one night, the three of you ended up in the kitchen after everyone else had gone to bed. alex stood close beside you while you washed a mug, his hand brushing yours when he took it to dry. silky leaned against the counter across from you, arms folded, but his eyes never left your face.

the silence was heavy, almost too much. finally, you laughed nervously. “you guys are… different with me. softer, i guess.”

silky tilted his head, smirk tugging at his lips. “what, you don’t like it?”

“no, i just—” you fumbled, cheeks burning. “i don’t get it.”

alex’s voice was quieter than usual when he answered. “that’s ‘cause you’re the only one we let see us like this.”

you froze, blinking between them, heart hammering in your chest. silky’s smirk softened into something almost shy, and alex’s eyes lingered on you, steady and warm.

you didn’t know what to say, caught between them like always, but one thing was clear—whatever choice you’d eventually have to make, you were the reason these two walls-up, unshakable guys let themselves be soft.

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bored so i decided to write lol, hopefully u like this one :]

[mollymargiela]

request: Silky fluff on stream!!

reader = pink

silky = purple

lazar = green

warnings: pureeee fluff!

FOR YOU

you and silky had been out doing an irl stream for a couple hours—walking around, goofing off, grabbing snacks while lazar followed you both with the camera. it was warm out, but not too hot, and you looked cute today—at least, that’s what silky had whispered to you earlier when no one was listening.

“you got me out here smiling like a loser,” he said under his breath, nudging you with his elbow.

you’d just stopped near some vendors when silky slowed down behind you, quietly tugging lazar toward him.

“hold on,” silky murmured, still mic’d. “i’ma go grab somethin’ real quick.”

“what?” you turned around. “where are you going?”

he smiled at you, walking backwards like a menace. “i’ll be right back. don’t move.”

“silky,” you warned playfully, “if you leave me here and come back with some dumb prank—”

“i promise, no pranks!” he called, already halfway down the sidewalk.

you crossed your arms, squinting after him. “he’s up to something.”

“he’s always up to something,” lazar said, trying not to laugh as he kept the camera steady on you.

cut to silky, walking fast with his hoodie up, his voice still live through his mic. “okay okay okay,” he whispered, half to himself. “i saw the little flower cart earlier… i just know she gon’ melt.”

he reached the cart and picked out a bundle of soft, blush-pink roses. “these look like her, right?” he mumbled, nodding to himself. “she gon’ act mad but i know her. this gon’ fix everything.”

you stood by the vendor stalls, arms crossed, pretending to look annoyed. “this boy really just left me mid-stream. he better not be buying more snacks.”

and then, from behind—

“baby,” silky’s voice came soft, his sneakers scuffing the pavement as he slowed to a stop beside you, holding the flowers like he wasn’t sure how you’d react.

your lips parted slightly as you turned. “wait. what…”

he smiled nervously. “you looked too pretty today not to get flowers,” he said, quieter now, voice still coming through both your mics.

you stared at him, heat crawling up your cheeks as you reached for the bouquet. “you’re so annoying,” you mumbled. “i was literally about to get mad.”

“i know,” he laughed, stepping closer. “but i couldn’t help it.”

you sniffed the flowers, trying not to grin. “they’re really pretty.”

“just like you,” he said, leaning in to kiss your cheek. “and now you gotta admit i’m the best boyfriend.”

“mm. debatable,” you teased, but leaned into him anyway, his arm wrapping around your waist while lazar kept the camera angled just right.

silky looked down at you, lips brushing your ear. “you love me.”

you rolled your eyes, cheeks burning. “shut up.”

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something short n cute, almost done with another request maybe ill post again later :]

[mollymargiela]

request: heyyy i love your content so much , is it possible to do like a smut of smoking w silky and then … getting to it lol. steamy and then some aftercare ? 💐

reader = pink

silky = purple

BLUNT, TENSION, AND YOU.

warnings: silky x reader · friends-to-more · slow-burn? · teasing tension + aftercare

the room was dim, the glow of the streaming monitor mixing with the muted light of the paused movie on the big screen. the smell of popcorn lingered faintly, and a thin haze of smoke curled lazily through the air. you and silky were sprawled on the couch together, casual. friends. just passing the blunt back and forth like any other night.

he took a slow drag, letting the smoke curl around him before exhaling in your direction. “so… you’ve been practicing,” he teased lightly, flicking ash into the tray.

“obviously,” you replied easily, taking it from him. inhale, hold, exhale. casual. smooth. you weren’t new to this; you’d done it plenty of times before.

he smirked, watching you with an intensity that made your chest tighten without you realizing it. “yeah, but it’s not just the smoke… you’re different tonight.”

“different how?” you asked, shrugging, trying not to think too much about the way his eyes kept finding yours.

“like…” he leaned back, letting his arm rest along the back of the couch just a little closer than necessary, “like you’re… distracting me. in a good way.”

you tried to brush it off, laughing lightly, but your pulse was already picking up. every casual brush of his leg against yours, every time his hand hovered near yours when he passed the blunt, made a small jolt of heat run through you.

“shut up,” you whispered, trying to act unaffected.

“nah,” he said, smirking, taking the blunt back and inhaling slowly. “i like that you’re not ignoring it. that blush… yeah. love it.”

you peeked at him through your lashes, catching him staring — really staring — at you. the casual teasing now had an edge, a deliberate intent. the corner of his lips curled into a grin as his eyes scanned you, taking in the curve of your neck, the way your hoodie sat loose over your shoulders, the way you fidgeted just slightly under his gaze.

“you notice me noticing you?” he asked lowly, voice smooth.

“i… maybe,” you admitted, heart skipping a beat.

“good,” he said, leaning slightly closer, letting your shoulders brush. “because i like it. all of it.”

the blunt was passed back and forth, but soon neither of you were really paying attention to it anymore. every laugh, every glance, every subtle touch of your legs or hands on the couch sent sparks between you.

“i could just… kiss you right now,” he murmured, voice low, teasing, eyes dark.

“oh yeah?” you asked, heart hammering.

“yeah,” he said, and then he did. a brush at first, teasing, light. your stomach fluttered, heat pooling low. it was casual — almost friendly — but then it wasn’t. your lips parted instinctively, and he deepened it.

hands slid over your sides, brushing your waist, lingering just enough to make you shiver. he kissed down your jaw, neck, letting teeth graze lightly, teasing, playful but deliberate.

“so good,” he murmured, voice husky. “all of this… you feel amazing. so soft… perfect.”

you gasped softly, pressing into him, letting yourself melt into the kiss. his hands roamed lower, brushing under your shirt, over your ribs, stomach, letting you adjust at your own pace.

“slow,” he whispered, “i’m not rushing. just… enjoying every second.”

he kissed down your chest, mouth and teeth teasing at your collarbone, nipple, then back up to your neck. every motion deliberate, patient, attentive. he murmured your name softly, letting you get lost in him, building you up gradually.

when he finally moved to remove your hoodie and underwear, it was slow, deliberate, letting you settle at each moment, teasing, exploring your skin with lips, hands, teeth, making you moan softly, gripping his shoulders.

“fuck… you’re perfect,” he groaned, brushing your hair back. “so soft… so warm… all mine.”

he positioned himself, pausing to check your eyes. “ready?”

“y-yeah,” you whispered, heart racing, gripping his shoulders.

he slid in slowly, letting you adjust fully before moving, whispering encouragements: “breathe… just like that… so good… mine.”

his rhythm was slow at first, attentive, reading every gasp, every tremor. lips brushing your temple, teeth nipping lightly at your neck, hands holding your hips steady. every thrust, every motion measured, patient.

“shit… so tight… perfect…” he groaned, voice low and rough. “mine, baby… all mine.”

you moaned, thighs gripping him, hips tilting involuntarily. he followed your movement perfectly, soft groans, whispered praises, teasing you with words, making you shiver and tremble.

“you’re so good for me,” he murmured, voice thick, “so responsive… fuck, i love this.”

he kissed your jaw, mouth, neck, grinding into you slowly, carefully, until your first orgasm hit — shuddering, gasping, trembling around him. he groaned low, holding you steady, riding it out with you.

he came moments later, slow, deliberate, keeping himself pressed to you, forehead resting against yours, breathing mingling with yours.

after, he rolled gently onto his side, pulling you close, draping an arm across your waist, kissing your forehead, cheeks, hair.

“you okay?” he murmured, brushing strands of hair from your face.

“yeah,” you breathed, curling into him, heart still racing. “that was… amazing.”

he chuckled softly, wrapping a blanket around both of you, pressing soft kisses into your hair and neck. “always, baby. careful… slow… like that. always gonna take care of you.”

you nuzzled into him, warm, safe, completely his, letting the tension melt, realizing how naturally something casual — a movie, a blunt, a laugh — had turned into something electric and entirely yours.

“don’t ever doubt it,” he whispered against your hair. “i’m yours. only you.”

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i hate this omg, i had no idea what to do with this im sorryy!

no ron streams till october ;-;

[mollymargiela]

request: You work for faze and are dating silky so everyone else begs you to talk to him abt always being late.lol fluff

reader = pink

silky = purple

ron = blue

addison = green

lacy = red

bepsy = orange

warnings: none pure fluff & teasing!

you were curled up on the couch at the faze house, hoodie sleeves pulled over your hands, sipping on your coffee with your legs tucked under you. it was quiet—peaceful—until ron stormed in like he was carrying the weight of the world.

“yo,” he groaned, throwing himself onto the other side of the couch, “you gotta talk to your man.”

you raised a brow. “what’d silky do this time?”

“take a wild guess,” addison said, walking in behind him with his arms crossed and that “i’m over it” look all over his face. “he’s late. again.”

“we were supposed to start filming almost an hour ago,” bepsy added, clipboard in one hand, phone in the other. “i’ve already pushed things back twice.”

“and he hasn’t moved,” lacy called from the kitchen, leaning on the island. “i’ve been checking his location every ten minutes. it either hasn’t changed, or it went from his bed to the kitchen and right back again.”

you tried not to laugh, biting back your smile behind your cup. “i’ll text him.”

“please,” ron muttered. “we’ve tried calling, facetiming, saying the call time is earlier—nothing. he only moves when you say something.”

“dude’s like a golden retriever with selective hearing,” addison added, shaking his head. “he hears your voice? suddenly he’s alert.”

you opened your phone and shot off a quick message.

you: babe. they’re all losing their minds. where are you?

silky: relax i’m coming i just had to find my other sock

you looked up. “he said he’s coming.”

ron sighed so hard it sounded like defeat. “he said that 45 minutes ago.”

“bro probably still shirtless, sitting on the edge of his bed in silence,” lacy said. “he gets lost in thought mid-outfit change.”

“he better not show up talking about ‘i was thinking about life,”bepsy warned, pacing now. “he did that last week.”

“that’s literally what he said last time,” addison agreed, clearly annoyed. “talking about ‘deep thoughts’ like we don’t know he was just on tiktok.”

you finally broke, laughing a little. “y’all really stressed over one guy?”

“not just any guy,” ron said, pointing. “your guy. and the only person that can actually get him to move his ass.”

right on cue, the front door creaked and everyone looked over as silky walked in—hoodie half-zipped, hair slightly messy, chain swinging, one sock noticeably inside out.

“yo,” he said casually like the world wasn’t melting down over his lateness.

“my fault,” silky added, already walking over to you and dropping a kiss on your cheek. “morning, baby.”

“this guy,” ron muttered, shaking his head.

addison just stared at him. “you really came down like nothing happened?”

“i’m here now,” silky shrugged, sliding onto the couch beside you and throwing his arm over your shoulders like he hadn’t caused chaos.

“your location didn’t move for an hour,” lacy said. “you were literally frozen.”

“nah i was moving in spirit,” silky said. “it’s just… mornings, bro.”

you leaned into him, whispering, “they’re gonna make me file a timecard every time you wake up late.”

silky grinned, kissing the side of your head. “you love it.”

“barely,” you teased, but you smiled anyway.

“she tolerates it,” bepsy corrected. “barely. the rest of us? suffering.”

“i respect that,” silky said with a nod, standing up and stretching. “but let’s get to work then. since i’m here.”

“you better bring the energy,” addison said, grabbing a mic pack. “we waited. now we’re running double.”

silky looked down at you with a smirk. “i’ll bring it. especially if my girl’s watching.”

“smooth recovery,” ron muttered. “barely.”

you got up, tugging silky by the sleeve as the group started to head out to the filming area. “next time, just move when your alarm goes off.”

“i do,” silky said. “i just move mentally.”

you rolled your eyes, laughing. “you’re lucky i like you.”

“nah,” he grinned, “i’m lucky you’re mine.”

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okay i couldn’t fit everyone so i just put the people who complain about him being late the most lol.

one more fic to go then requests are open! i’ll most likely post it today :)

love u mwah!

[mollymargiela]

request: sad/angst: you’re having a terrible day already and then people online are saying rude things and you just breakdown. Addison bf /silky brother

silky = purple

reader = pink

addison = green

warnings: none just mini breakdown :[

everything had gone wrong from the moment you woke up—your alarm didn’t go off, making you late for a faze meeting, your coffee spilled all over your desk, ruining your notes, and the wifi kept cutting out during your stream, leaving you flustered and off your game.

the day felt like it was conspiring against you, each little disaster piling on until your chest felt tight, your patience frayed to nothing. you’d hoped streaming would lift your spirits—interacting with fans usually did—but when you checked the chat, the comments hit like a punch to the gut:

“y/n looks so tired, maybe take a break,”

“she’s not even trying today, boring,”

“faze deserves better than this,”

the words cutting deeper than they should’ve, your already fragile mood cracking under the weight.

you ended the stream early, muttering a shaky, “sorry, guys—gonna call it a day,” your voice barely holding together, the screen going black as you pushed away from your desk, the tears you’d been holding back finally spilling over, hot and fast, your hands trembling as you covered your face, a sob breaking free.

“why can’t I just get it together?” you whispered to yourself, voice breaking, the online hate mixing with the day’s failures, making you feel small, worthless, the kind of ache that settled deep in your bones, leaving you curled up in your chair, crying quietly, the room silent except for your shaky breaths.

addison walked in just then, his casual vibe a stark contrast to your storm, his presence filling the space as he saw you—shoulders shaking, face buried in your hands—and his expression softened, worry etching his features.

“y/n—babe, what’s wrong?” his voice gentle, dropping to his knees in front of you, his tattooed hands reaching for yours, pulling them away so he could see your tear-streaked face, “hey—talk to me,” his tone urgent, his thumbs brushing your cheeks, wiping away the tears, his warmth grounding you even as you cried harder, “everything’s wrong—today’s been awful, and now people online are saying I’m not good enough,” your voice cracked, “maybe they’re right—maybe I’m not,” the words spilling out, raw, your chest heaving, the weight of it all crushing you.

“no—no way, don’t say that,” addison’s voice was firm, but soft, pulling you into his arms, holding you tight against his chest, “you’re more than enough—those people don’t know you, they don’t get to make you feel like this,” his hand rubbing slow circles on your back.

his casual charm replaced by fierce protectiveness, “you’re amazing, y/n—i see how hard you work, every day,” his voice steady, his lips pressing to your forehead, lingering there, “bad days happen—doesn’t mean you’re not killing it,” his words a quiet anchor, pulling you back from the edge, his embrace warm, safe, letting you cry into his chest, your sobs slowly quieting, the ache still there but softer now, his presence easing the pain.

silky walked in a moment later—your brother, his chill, creative energy always a comfort—pausing when he saw you, his usual easy smile fading, “y/n—what happened?” his voice concerned, crossing the room quickly, sitting on the armrest of your chair, his hand on your shoulder, “you okay, y/n?” his tone gentle, looking between you and addison, who gave him a small nod, still holding you close.

“just—a rough day, and then the chat was brutal,” you mumbled, voice thick, wiping your eyes, “they said I’m not good enough for faze,” the words stung even saying them, fresh tears threatening, but silky shook his head, “that’s nonsense—you’re one of the best we’ve got,” his voice firm, “chat can be harsh—they don’t see the real you, the work you put in,” his hand squeezing your shoulder, “you’re my sister—you’re an amazing person, don’t forget that,” his tone warm, a small smile tugging at his lips, trying to lift your spirits.

“he’s right—you’re incredible,” addison added, voice low, pulling back to look at you, his hands cupping your face, “i’m so proud of you—every day, even the hard ones,” his eyes soft, full of love, “let’s take a break—me, you, silky—we’ll order food, watch something dumb, forget the internet for a bit,” his tone gentle, a plan to pull you out of the darkness, and silky nodded, “yeah—i’m down, let’s chill, y/n,” his chill vibe a comfort, the two of them surrounding you with support, their love a lifeline.

you nodded, voice small, “okay—thanks, guys,” leaning into addison again, his arms wrapping around you, silky ruffling your hair, the weight of the day lifting just enough, their care reminding you that you weren’t alone, even on the worst days.

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short one b4 this max smut ome5

hehe i love u guys mwah mwah bye!!