beach date with floyd!!! We swim with him while he's in his eel form n have a cute picnic but he keeps trying to fight fish for our love... he is the love of my life i luv that silly eel man
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AUTHORS NOTE : oh floyd, my beloved, they can never make me hate you <3 THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FIRST EVER FLOYD REQUESTER I LOVE HIM TOO!!! if anything i wrote about his moray form is wrong please correct me, this is my first time writing for either of tweels water forms </3
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when you suggested a beach date to him, floyd was in a happy mood for days until the day finally came. something in your chest, and the toothy smile on floyd's lips, told you this was going to be a fate to remember.
but when it comes to either of the tweels, isn't it always?
the weather was better than you could have hoped, the sand was warm and the sun shining down on the water causing it to shimmer. the waves were gentle, the water infested with other people however you and floyd managed to find an empty coast―perfect for floyd to transform into his merform without any problems.
when you set the umbrella and blanket a bit further away from the shoreline, setting the basket of food for later on; floyd was already gone. one with the ocean as you assumed his was already swimming around underneath the water.
you slip your sandals off, leaving small footprints on the sand as you reach the shore―the cold water touching your toes as you scanned the area for your eel boyfriend.
walking deeper into the blue, the length of the water hits your hips and lower belly and you couldn't find floyd anywhere―you even tried looking squinting to get a better look more out at the horizon.
you were so caught in looking for him from afar, you didn't even realize the danger that swam toward your legs. a dark, large eel like shadow slowly swam up to your from behind.
"floyd, where did you―"
you were too late to even turn around to look. two large hands were quick to your bare waist―web shape fingers squeezing your skin rapidly.
you let out a shriek, out of fear and sensitivity, the ticklish feeling on your belly left you falling forward into the water with an all too familiar eel followed you.
two strong arms were wrapped around your waist as you float in the water, floating on the surface floyd kept his grip on you―fins slicing the water as he circles around you, keeping you in place.
"shriiiimpyyy~" he sang, getting close to your face he gives you a toothy grin. "c'mon, swim with meee~"
you hesitate for a moment, not because you're scared but because you're not the best swimmer―at least, nowhere close to floyd or jades skills. when you let your hands rest on his shoulders, he takes that as an invitation. he pulls you deeper into the water with a laugh, sometimes dipping into the water with you in his arms and pop back up to let you breathe.
his tail hits your legs lightly as he swims, with you in his arms whilst swimming it's hard not to hit you at least softly. the ocean itself is cool, the water warming up to you the more floyd dips you―letting you go for a few moments to swim around like he's showing off. he always gets the happiest smiles and laughter out of you when he splashes you with his tail, already swimming away before you even think of revenge.
he loves pulling on your leg from below and dragging you down, grabbing your cheeks under the water and kissing your face all over before pulling you back up.
all of sudden, mid-laughter you notice his attention is elsewhere, but on what? you call his name, but he doesn't look at you. his golden eye glaring just a bit behind you. curiously, you turn your head only to barely make it half way before floyd pulls you back to his chest. his arms are tight around you, tail floating just at your legs in some protective stance.
"hey," you ask, confused yet slightly worried, "what's wrong, hun?"
that's when you notice it―a fish, a decent sized one. swimming by without a care in the world, you almost awed at him before a web hand slapped itself across your lips.
"don't awe at it!" his eyes narrowed as your brows furrowed, "this'one looked at you funny." he mutters, tightening his hold on you, sometimes he forgets his own strength sometimes.
at first, he tries shooing the fish away with his tail―waves turn heavier the more he adds force. when that doesn't work, his limbs let go of you and you can see the look on his face.
"floyd, wait―!"
and he's off. gone, in a matter of seconds. one with the ocean. he pounces toward the small fish and swims after it in the water. you over hear the splashes of the water at the failed attempts to squeeze the poor sea creature.
you let a few giggles loose seeing the outcome, if you think he couldn't get anymore cuter then you already thought he was. when he swam back, it was slow―almost embarrassed. his bottom lip pout as he pouts, the teasing in your voice when you asked of you caught the fish making it worse for him to bare.
"he swam away'―i lost the sucker."
"babe, you jumped him."
"HE WAS EYEING YOU!! YOU'RE MINE TO LOOK AT, MINE MINEMINE!" he wraps his arms around you again, squeezing you as your chest hits his bare, cool skin. your face nuzzles instinctively into his neck as you chuckle softly, playing with the ends of hair you whispered against his skin; "yes, yes i am~"
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much later, the sun started to set―you had to convince floyd to finally get out of the water by cuddling him under the umbrella.
he got out real quick, dragging you by the hand and swimming to the shore―upon reaching the end of water he's running across the sand with now bare human feet pulling you close behind.
the two of you dry off, you throw one of floyd's many shirts he begged you to wear whilst he as well threw on another shirt. the blanket was spread with various pastries, fruit and snacks, all ready to be devoured...at least half of it.
floyd flops beside you, half on the towel and half on top of you, his damp hair cold against your dry skin. "m'hungry..." he complained, although he can very much take any food of his own, he eyes your plate anyways. dripping little water, you pushed his bangs back and smiled at him. he grabs a grape from your plate with his finger tips and plops it in his mouth. "thank, shrimpy~" he sighs, breath tickling your skin. "this's nice..." his voice is low, muffled. "i don't want it to end.."
before you could get a word in, a seagull suddenly swoops in―far too close to you for floyd's liking. once again, he gets protective. arms around you tight now right as before; his eyes sharp as he narrows in on the bird.
"floyd, don't you do―"
before he could pounce on the poor bird, who was quick to fly away with a piece of your bread in his mouth, you grab floyd's cheeks and squeeze them. his eyes meet yours as you speak, "floyd leech, no fighting birds. no pouncing on fish. leave the wildlife alone!"
your voice was stern but there was a hint of playfulness as he broke free from your grasp, his hair tickling your neck as he rests his head on your chest.
"ugh, fine! shrimpy bossin' me 'round like this has me all sleepy..." his body goes limp on yours, his arms wrapped around your lower back he practically becomes your blanket now. you smile, petting his damp hair with a gentle hand while the other reaches for your phone quietly.
"you gonna fall asleep on me―?" the softest of snores answer your question, the eel now dead asleep on your chest you shake your head with a soft, playful sigh.
you're quick to text jade, letting him know your predicament and why you may arrive back later than usual. jade wasn't surprised, in fact it's almost as if he knew before you told him, even before sending you a quick picture of your sleepy eel to his brother―he'll come get you both after his shift, with the permission of azul of course.
chuckling at the latest message from jade, regarding his brother fast asleep on your chest, you put the phone down and watched the sunset. fingers playing with floyd's hair, you barely notice the same fish jump up from the ocean and dive back down.
end notes. kinda got carried away but i luv floyd OML actually i love the tweels BYE
Summary: On her first-ever race day, Y/n experiences the chaos, stress, and excitement of Formula 1 as the WAGs teach her how to survive the emotional rollercoaster.
Y/n thought she had survived the worst of the initiation. She had learned the pre-race rituals, mastered (or at least attempted) the mysterious “paddock girlfriend face,” and even accepted that she now had to irrationally hate any driver who so much as looked at Lando the wrong way.
But nothing could have prepared her for race day.
The paddock was buzzing with energy—fans screaming, engines roaring, and mechanics in a frenzy. Y/n had barely taken a sip of her coffee when Kika grabbed her arm.
“Alright, rookie. Time for the next lesson.”
“What now?” Y/n asked warily.
“How to survive a Grand Prix,” Lily said, tossing her a pair of noise-canceling headphones. “Trust me, you’ll need these.”
Lesson Four: The Race-Day Survival Guide
Y/n followed the WAGs to the McLaren hospitality area, where they had their usual spots. The screens showed the cars lining up on the grid, and she could already feel her heart pounding.
“Step one,” Alex said, crossing her arms. “No matter what happens, you do not freak out on camera. If Lando crashes, you hold it together until you’re inside.”
“Wait—crashes?” Y/n swallowed. “We’re talking about, like, little crashes, right?”
Silence.
“Right?”
Susie patted her shoulder. “You’ll be fine, dear.”
Not comforting.
“Step two,” Rebecca added, “learn the art of selective hearing. The commentators will say stupid things, the fans will tweet even dumber things, and some guy named David Croft will mispronounce names. Ignore it.”
“Step three,” Carmen leaned in, lowering her voice. “If Lando is leading, do not say out loud that he’s going to win. You will jinx it.”
Y/n blinked. “You guys actually believe in jinxes?”
Kelly, who had remained quiet until now, turned to her with a dead-serious expression. “Max retired from Monaco 2021 because I said, ‘This is going well.’”
Y/n gasped. “Oh my God.”
“We don’t talk about it,” Kika muttered.
The lights went out, and the race began.
Lesson Five: How to Emotionally Handle a Race (Spoiler: You Don’t)
It started fine. Lando had a clean start, holding position. Y/n sat on the edge of her seat, gripping her hands together, trying not to scream every time someone got too close to him.
Then, lap 12 happened.
A driver—who Y/n immediately decided to despise for eternity—dove down the inside, nearly taking Lando out.
Y/n shot to her feet. “WHAT THE—”
Lily yanked her back down. “Cameras!” she hissed.
“That was reckless!” Y/n whisper-yelled, furious.
“Congratulations,” Alex smirked. “You just experienced your first ‘what the hell was that’ moment. There will be many more.”
For the next thirty laps, Y/n experienced every emotion possible. Joy when Lando made an overtake. Panic when the pit stop took too long. Rage when another driver squeezed him off track. She nearly passed out when he was fighting for a podium.
And then—P2.
“He did it!” Y/n gasped as Lando crossed the line.
The WAGs cheered, clapping and hugging.
Y/n exhaled, feeling like she had just run a marathon. “I don’t know if I can do this every weekend.”
“You will,” Kelly said, sipping her drink. “Welcome to the rest of your life.”
Lesson Six: The Post-Race Debrief
After a chaotic cooldown period, Y/n finally found Lando, still in his race suit, hair messy from his helmet, grinning as he pulled her into a hug.
“How was your first race?” he asked, slightly breathless.
Y/n looked at him, remembering everything—the stress, the screaming, the insane group of women who had taken her in.
꒰ 🍒 ꒱ Paige Bueckers X READER ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ MASTERLIST MORE
⭑ pairing: Paige Bueckers x reader (fem!reader)
⭑ summary: You and Paige agree to film a fan Q&A video, thinking it’ll be chill. It’s not. Between chaotic questions, fake beef, suspicious flirting, and the unspoken fact that y’all are secretly dating, the energy is loud, unserious, and dangerously close to getting exposed.
⭑ genre: Comedy, slice-of-life, secret relationship, chaotic love
⭑ warnings: Swearing, flirtatious bickering, heavy sarcasm, delusional fans, dangerously unserious energy
⭑ word count: 0.5k
The second they tell you it’s a media day “content shoot,” you already know what time it is.
You show up twenty minutes late—iced coffee in one hand, lip gloss in the other, Paige’s hoodie on your back. And she’s already seated on the other side of the set, legs crossed, rolling her eyes like she didn’t FaceTime you five times this morning to wake you up.
The camera’s not even on yet, and Paige is mouthing, “Take it off.”
You mouth back, “Make me.”
KK walks by with a bag of Tru Fru and stops. “Lord, y’all not even tryin’ to hide it no more.”
You grin, slide into the seat next to Paige, and lean your cheek on her shoulder like you didn’t just come from clowning her in practice. “She missed me.”
“She was at my apartment last night,” Paige says flatly to the producer.
“Y’all ready?” the media guy asks, clearly already tired.
“Been ready,” you say, kicking your Crocs off under the table. “Let’s cook.”
FIRST QUESTION: Who’s the better shooter?
You blink slow and look dead at Paige.
She doesn’t even flinch. “Me.”
You tilt your head. “You sure about that?”
“I know I’m sure. Be for real.”
You snort. “You went 2 for 10 yesterday and I counted.”
“And you had four turnovers in one scrimmage—should we keep score?”
KK walks by again in the background: “World War 3 loading.”
SECOND QUESTION: What’s your pregame hype song?
You both answer at the same time.
You: “Baby Keem—‘Honest.’”
Paige: “‘Straightening.’ Migos.”
You pause. “See that? We was locked in. Right there.”
Paige turns toward the camera. “We have a shared playlist, actually.”
You glance at her, then at the camera. “Private, though. Can’t risk y’all catching feelings over how good the vibes are.”
THIRD QUESTION: Who’s most likely to get a tech first?
Before the words are out, Paige points to you.
You lift both hands like, “I mean, yeah.”
“She gets one almost every month,” Paige says.
You wave her off. “I’m passionate. Geno love it.”
Behind the camera, you hear Geno’s voice: “I absolutely do not.”
FOURTH QUESTION: What’s your favorite memory together?
The silence is suspicious.
You both look at each other, then back at the camera like, “Next question.”
“Oh it’s like that?” the producer teases.
You bite your lip, grinning. “Yeah. ‘Cause if we answer it, y’all gon’ post it, and if y’all post it, she gon’ be on blogs. I’m not tryna fight comments.”
Paige looks real smug. “Somebody sounds obsessed.”
You fake a gasp. “Yeah. I am.”
The editor already knows that part getting clipped.
FIFTH QUESTION : What’s one thing the fans don’t know about y’all?
Paige leans back like she’s thinking. You lean forward like you already know what you’re about to say.
You drop your voice low. “She be singing in the shower. Loud. Off-key. Beyoncé runs on a Taylor Swift beat. I’ve suffered.”
Paige side-eyes you. “You literally sleep with your socks on.”
The crew loses it.
Interviewer: “Okay last one—who’s most likely to get caught sneaking into someone else’s dorm past curfew?”
You don’t even blink.
You: “Depends. Are we talkin’ caught on camera or caught in the act?”
Paige shifts in her seat, real calm. Too calm.
Paige: “You’d be caught. You don’t know how to shut a door quietly.”
You: “You don’t lock yours.”
Silence.
KK, somewhere behind the camera: “OH MY GOD.”
Geno, barely containing himself: “Y’all are bold today.”
You just smirk and lean back like you didn’t just air out a whole situation.
Paige mutters under her breath, “I should’ve stayed home.”
non idol au + celebrity au with jay x fem!reader who are co-stars in an action+romcom kdrama?
so maybe they shoot some action scenes and he’s worried for her bc she doesn’t like having a stunt double and does all the stunts herself
and maybe they also shoot the romance scenes which lead to like a LATER irl romance scene between them yk?
feel free to ignore this if it’s not something you’d write haha
Author : Dear Anon, I would love to write this out! Thank you so muchhh for giving me such a fantastic prompt. Lots of hugs and kisses.
Behind The Scene- A Park Jongseong FF
Pairing: Park Jongseong!Jay x female reader
Word count: 4.6k
Genre: fluff, smut
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪: Your first ever series and with the BEST actor of the K-drama industry puts you under pressure and nervousness. You're not just the female lead but also the action herione. Filming alongside Jay, you and Jay develop a undeniable chemistry.
The sun hovered lazily in the sky, casting a warm glow over the bustling streets of the city. With eyes shielded by oversized sunglasses, you weaved through the crowded sidewalks, heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves. Today was the day you had been waiting for, the start of filming for the highly anticipated action-romcom series that would either make or break your career.
You were a rookie in the industry, and this was your first series but you had something that set you apart from the rest: you were not only the female lead but also the action heroine.
As you approached the set, the sound of voices grew louder, a blend of Korean and English echoing through the streets. You recognized the towering figure of Jay, your co-star, in the distance, surrounded by a whirlwind of crew members.
He was a seasoned actor, known for his impeccable fighting skills and chiseled jawline that had won the hearts of fans worldwide. You took a deep breath and straightened your posture, reminding yourself of the fierce character you were about to portray.
Your first series was going to be with the BEST actor of the whole k-drama industry. It gave you a feeling of pride as well as of fear on the thought that what if your acting wasn't at his level?
The director, Mr. Kim, called for your attention as you and Jay arrived on set. He spoke with a fervor that could only come from a man who had poured his soul into a script. "Today, we begin with the rooftop chase scene," he announced, holding up a storyboard. "Remember, safety first, but we need that raw, adrenaline-filled performance. Are we ready?"
"Are we ready Miss Y/N? You are the main-woman in this scene.." Mr.Kim asked noticing the worry and fear in your eyes.
"Yes." You managed to say with a slight tremble in your voice.
Jay cast a concerned glance in your direction, noticing better than anyone the slight tremble in your voice and the way how your hand shook with nervousness.
He knew you didn't like stunt doubles, you had mentioned that during the audition. You insisted on doing your own stunts to give an authentic performance. The thought of you in harm's way made his stomach tighten, but he knew better than to challenge your determination.
He offered a reassuring smile instead. "You've got this," he murmured in your ear as his hot breath streamed down the back of your neck. Shivers passed down your spine as you managed to show him a thumbs-up.
The cameras rolled, and the scene unfolded. You sprinted across the rooftop with an agility that belied your inexperience, leaping between buildings with a grace that seemed almost superhuman. Jay followed close behind, his movements precise and calculated. Despite the scripted chaos, he couldn't help but admire your courage and dedication to the craft. You and Jay exchanged a few lines in between breathless pants, the tension between you both palpable, not just from the scene, but from a growing, unspoken attraction.
The climax of the sequence involved a daring jump over a narrow alley, which you had practiced relentlessly. Jay watched from the opposite rooftop where you had to land, his eyes never leaving you. You took a moment to gather your nerves, your heart pounding in your chest.
Then, with a fierce cry and quick run, you launched yourself into the air, the wind whipping through your hair. Time seemed to slow as you soared over the gap, and for a brief, terrifying second, you thought you might not make it.
But you did, landing with a thud on the opposite rooftop, your knees buckling slightly.
"CUT!" The director yelled. The crew erupted into applause, and Jay rushed to your side, his relief palpable.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his hand on your shoulder, his eyes searching yours for any sign of pain and distress.
You grinned up at him, your cheeks flushed with exhilaration. "Never better," you replied, pushing yourself to your feet. The adrenaline coursed through your veins, leaving you feeling invincible.
You both shared a brief moment of understanding, the kind that forms between two people who have just survived something intense together.
As the day went on, you and Jay shot scenes that were a stark contrast to the earlier action—now it was time for the romantic moments that would melt the hearts of their viewers.
Jay's gaze lingered on you as he and you delivered your lines with an ease that surprised even you. The chemistry between both of you was undeniable, and it was clear that both of you weren't just playing characters anymore.
Each touch, each smile, every fleeting glance was charged with a current that had the crew whispering and squeakling like highschool girls.
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange hue over the city as the crew approached the final scene of the day. It was a classic rooftop confession, where your characters would finally admit their feelings for each other.
As the director called for action, Jay stepped closer, his hand brushing against yours. He could feel the electricity between them, and it was all too real.
Both of you delivered your lines with a passion that seemed to resonate through the air, your eyes locked in a silent conversation that spoke volumes. The moment grew heavier, the silence between your words thick with unspoken desire.
When the script called for him to lean in and kiss you, Jay paused, his heart thumping. He searched your eyes for permission, and finding it as you nodded, pressed his lips gently to yours.
The kiss was soft, tentative at first, as if both of you were afraid to break the delicate illusion. But as your characters' love story unfolded before you, the line between fiction and reality began to blur. The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as Jay pushed you against the wall until it was no longer just for the camera.
The crew, captivated by the authenticity of the moment, held their collective breath, the whispers dying down to nothing.
Mr. Kim called "Cut!" with a knowing smile, and the spell was broken.
Jay pulled back, his gaze lingering on your lips for a heartbeat longer than necessary. The atmosphere on the rooftop had shifted, and everyone knew it. He offered her a hand, helping her to walk away from the wall, their fingers intertwining naturally. They stumbled over their next lines, the heat of their kiss still echoing between them.
The days turned into weeks, and the chemistry between you both grew more potent with each scene you two shot. You found yourselves laughing at inside jokes during takes and lingering in each other's embrace longer than the director required.
It was as if your on-screen romance had spilled over into real life, and neither of you were complaining. You and Jay began to share more than just the screen, finding yourselves at dinners and coffee shops, sharing stories about their pasts and dreams for the future.
But the whispers grew louder, the paparazzi more persistent. The rumors of a secret romance between the lead actors began to spread like wildfire through the entertainment industry.
Jay knew that this kind of publicity could either skyrocket their show's success or lead to a disastrous scandal. He had been down that road before, and the memory of his past relationships ruined by the media still stung.
The two leads decided to keep your feelings under wraps, focusing solely on both of your professional commitment to the show. Yet, it was getting harder and harder to ignore the sparks that flew every time you were together. The tension grew with each passing day, a silent dance of desire and restraint.
One evening, after a particularly grueling day of filming, you both found yourselves in a quiet corner of the set, the lights dimming as the crew packed up around you.
The air was thick with unspoken words, and the energy between them was almost tangible. Jay leaned in, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. "We can't keep doing this," he murmured, his voice low and filled with longing.
You looked at him in confusion.
"Pretending," he clarified, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek. "We're fooling ourselves and everyone else."
Your eyes searched his, looking for any hint of doubt or regret, but all you found was the intensity of his gaze, a mirror to your own tumultuous emotions.
"What do you suggest we do?" You whispered, your voice barely audible above the soft hum of the city below. "The series is a hit. Everybody loves our chemistry. The fans truly want us to date."
He nodded solemnly. "I know. But we're not just characters in a drama, we're people with real feelings. We can't let this control us anymore."
With a deep sigh, you stepped back, creating space between him and you. "You're right," you conceded, your voice trembling slightly. "We need to be professional. Our careers are on the line."
The conversation weighed heavily on both of you, and the following days on set were filled with awkward glances and forced smiles. You both threw yourselves into work, trying to ignore the undeniable pull that tugged at your hearts.
The stunt scenes became more intense, and Jay found himself more protective than ever, hovering nearby whenever you were in the air, ready to catch you if you stumbled.
You noticed, and a part of you felt grateful, while another part resented the reminder of the barrier you both had built between each other.
During a break from filming, you sat in your trailer, staring at your reflection in the mirror. The makeup artist had painted your cheeks with a blush that didn't quite match the one Jay's kisses left behind.
You felt torn between your career and your burgeoning feelings for him. The knock on the door startled you out of your thoughts.
Jay peered in, his expression a mix of concern and determination. "Can we talk?"
Nodding, you stepped aside to let him in, your heart racing. The trailer was cramped, but it felt even smaller with the weight of your unspoken words pressing down on both of you. He sat beside you on the small couch, his leg brushing against yours.
"Look," Jay began, his voice a little shaky. "I know we agreed to keep things professional, but I can't ignore this anymore. When we're together, it feels so real. So right." He paused, watching you intently. "What if we just…see where this takes us?"
You felt a warmth spread through your chest. You knew the risks, the potential scandals and the impact on your careers, but you also knew that you couldn't deny your feelings for much longer. You took a deep breath and placed your hand on his, feeling the heat from his skin. "Okay," You murmured. "But we have to be careful."
Jay nodded solemnly. "We'll be discreet."
Your secret grew as the days passed, a shared look here, a stolen touch there. You became experts at hiding in plain sight, your on-screen chemistry becoming a delicious secret that only added to the show's allure.
Off-screen, you found moments to be together, sneaking away during breaks, your conversations filled with whispers and smiles that didn't reach your eyes when the cameras weren't rolling.
One night, after a particularly demanding day of filming, Jay suggested that you both grab a quick dinner together. You both ended up in a small, tucked-away restaurant, the kind that didn't bother with autographs or photos, where the aroma of sizzling meat and spicy kimchi filled the air.
The intimate setting made your hearts race, and your conversation flowed as freely as the soju that accompanied your meal.
Under the flickering candlelight, he reached across the table, his hand covering yours. "I know we said we'd keep it professional, but I can't help how I feel about you," he confessed, his voice thick with emotion.
Your eyes searched his, finding the vulnerability you hadn't expected. "I know," You replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "I feel it too."
Your relationship grew in the shadows of the film set. Stolen glances, secret smiles, and whispers that only both of you could hear. It was a delicate dance of passion and discretion, a dance that had you both feeling like teenagers again. Each day brought new challenges, new moments of tension and excitement, and each night brought you two closer together.
As the show's popularity soared, the whispers grew louder. The media was hungry for any scrap of gossip, any hint of a romance between the two. Yet, you and Jay remained steadfast in your decision to keep your feelings hidden from the public eye.
You knew that the moment you admitted your love, the storm of attention would be overwhelming, possibly even destructive.
One evening, as you and Jay sat together on the edge of the same rooftop where your on-screen romance had begun, Jay looked into your eyes and spoke the words that had been haunting him. "We can't hide forever," he said softly. "We're going to have to decide when we want to tell the world."
You felt a knot form in your stomach. The thought of your secret being out in the open was both thrilling and terrifying. You knew that once you stepped out of the shadows, there would be no turning back.
"But what if it ruins everything?" You asked, your voice filled with concern. "What if we can't handle the pressure?"
Jay squeezed your hand reassuringly. "We're stronger than we think," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "We've come this far, and we're not just any couple. We're the couple everyone wants to see together. If we do it right, we can control the narrative."
You both talked into the night, weighing the pros and cons, your hearts and minds in a constant tug-of-war. Finally, both of you reached an agreement.
You would wait until the show's finale to reveal your relationship, timing it to coincide with the dramatic climax of your characters' love story. It would be a perfect, poetic ending for both the show and your secret romance.
The days leading up to the finale were a whirlwind of intense filming and heightened emotions. The anticipation of your characters' confession mirrored your own, and the lines between scripted passion and real-life feelings grew increasingly blurred.
You both held onto the secret tighter than ever, the excitement of the impending revelation a constant undercurrent in your interactions.
As the final scenes approached, so did the paparazzi. They lurked in the shadows, cameras at the ready, waiting for a single slip-up that would shatter the illusion of your professional façade. Jay and you had become experts at dodging questions, at keeping your hands to yourselves, at smiling for the cameras while your hearts ached for more.
The night of the finale was upon them. The script called for your characters to confess their love on the rooftop under a blanket of stars. The air was thick with tension, not just from the scene but from the knowledge that soon, your own secret would be shared with the world. Jay took a deep breath as the director called for action, his eyes locking with yours, conveying all the love and fear he couldn't speak aloud.
Both of you delivered your lines with a passion that seemed to set the very air around you alight. The kiss was explosive, a culmination of weeks of pent-up emotion, and the crew watched with bated breath. As the scene ended and the director called cut, Jay pulled away, his heart racing.
The moment of truth had arrived.
You had agreed to wait until the show's finale to reveal your relationship, but the intensity of your on-screen confession had made it impossible to resist the pull any longer. Jay took your hand, his grip firm and reassuring, and led you to the edge of the rooftop, the city of Seoul stretching out below you like a twinkling sea of stars. The cool breeze whispered around you, carrying the scent of the city's vibrant life.
He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. "Let's do it now," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation. "Let's tell the world before the cameras do."
Your heart skipped a beat, the gravity of the situation hitting you like a ton of bricks. But as you looked into his eyes, you knew he was right. It was time to claim their happiness.
"Okay," You whispered, your grip on his hand tightening. "Let's make it our moment, not theirs."
Both of you descended the stairs from the rooftop, your steps echoing in the quiet alley. The paparazzi waited like vultures, but tonight, they had a surprise in store. Jay took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his decision settle in his chest. As you reached the street, a cacophony of flashes and questions erupted around you, but he didn't flinch. Instead, he turned to you, a soft smile playing on his lips.
"Let's go," he whispered, leading you through the frenzy.
The paparazzi surrounded you both, their cameras flashing like a storm of lightning, but Jay and you ran through the street, hearts beating in sync and as you both laughed. You both ducked into a nearby alley, the walls closing in around you as you sought refuge from the prying eyes. The moment the door to the quiet restaurant swung shut, the tension between you snapped.
With trembling hands, both of you took a seat in a cozy booth, the warmth of the place wrapping around like a comforting blanket. "Ready for this?" Jay asked, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt.
"More than ready," You replied, a hint of a smile playing on your lips. You both had rehearsed your story a hundred times, a carefully crafted tale of friendship blossoming into love. It was almost as if both of you had been preparing for this moment since the day you and Jay met.
The hours ticked by, filled with laughter and whispers of your own little world. The food grew cold as you lost yourselves in your conversation, the outside world a distant murmur that didn't dare to intrude. But as the clock neared midnight, reality began to creep back in. The show's finale was airing, and your secret would soon be out of your hands.
Jay checked his phone, the screen lighting up his anxious expression. "We should do it now," he urged. "Before the rumors get out of control."
You took a deep breath, your heart racing. You nodded, feeling a strange mix of excitement and dread. "Okay."
You both waited until the perfect moment, the climax of the show's final episode where your characters' love story reached its crescendo. As your on-screen counterparts shared a passionate embrace, you two posted a candid photo of yourselves on your social media accounts. The image was simple: two tired but happy faces, her head resting on his shoulder, their eyes filled with a secret that was no longer just for them. The caption read, "Life imitates art. <3 #OurLoveStory #K-DramaCoupleGoals."
The internet exploded. Within minutes of posting the picture, notifications flooded their phones like confetti in a celebration that had been bottled up for too long. The hashtags he and you had used trended immediately, and the reactions were a mix of shock, elation, and fervent support from your devoted fans
You and Jay watched in awe as the news spread across the entertainment world, the real-life romance becoming the talk of the town, overshadowing even the drama's cliffhanger finale.
The day of the Filmfare OTT Awards arrived, and the excitement was palpable. Jay and your show had been nominated in multiple categories, but the real prize was the undeniable chemistry that had brought you to this moment.
You walked the red carpet together, your hands entwined, each step a declaration of you and Jay's love. The flash of cameras and the screams of fans only served to amplify the thrill that was already coursing through your veins.
As you took your seats in the grand auditorium, your eyes never left each other's. The air was charged with anticipation, a heady mix of nerves and excitement. When the show's name was called out for Best Series, the room erupted in applause. Jay turned to you, a proud smile playing on his lips, and you felt your heart swell with joy. Both of you had done it; You two had conquered the industry together.
The after-party was a whirlwind of congratulations and celebrations. The producer, director, and cast mingled with the entertainment world, all eager to congratulate the couple who had brought their show to life. Jay's hand remained firmly in yours as you both navigated through the throngs of people, the warmth of his touch grounding you amidst the chaos.
The series creator, a charismatic woman with a sharp wit, pulled Jay and you, her eyes shimmering with pride. "You two," she said, raising her glass, "are the reason we're here tonight. Your chemistry is what made this show unforgettable." She leaned closer, her voice a conspiratorial whisper.
"A toast to our new couple and the win of our series!" She shouted.
The glasses clinked, the sound echoing through the buzzing room.
As the party raged on, you and Jay found yourselves in a quiet corner, the music a distant throb in your ears.
Jay leaned in, his eyes dark with desire. "I can't wait to celebrate properly," he murmured.
Jay held you by your hand dragging you into a suite of the hotel where the party was organised. You two slipped away, hand in hand, leaving the festivities behind.
As you entered the bedroom, he kissed you the lips. The kiss was a declaration, a promise of the passion he had been holding back for so long.
Jay pulled you closer, his hands sliding around your waist, and you could feel the heat of his skin through her dress. He had waited for this moment, and now that it was here, it was like the dam had broken.
Your kisses grew more urgent, each one a declaration of love that had been held back for too long. He slipped the dress off your shoulders, revealing the softness of her skin beneath. You unbuttoned his shirt, your fingertips tracing the contours of his chest, feeling his heartbeat against your palm.
The suite was a luxurious retreat from the cacophony of the party. The lights were low, casting shadows that danced on the walls, setting a stage for your private celebration.
Jay's hands were gentle but firm as he guided you to the bed, your eyes never breaking contact. You felt a rush of desire as he kissed your neck, his breath hot against your skin. Your fingers threaded through his hair as he trailed kisses down your collarbone, each one setting your body alight.
He paused, his gaze locking onto yours. "Are you sure about this?"
Her response was a fiery kiss that left no room for doubt. "Yes. More than anything," you murmured against his lips.
His touch was electric, setting every inch of you on fire. Your hands explored his body, tracing the lines of muscle that had been honed by years of martial arts training, feeling the power and strength that had made him a star.
Your kisses grew deeper, more demanding, as sought to claim each other fully. He kissed you with a hunger that you had never felt before. His hands roamed over your curves, memorizing every inch of your body, as if he was afraid that if he didn't, you would vanish.
He took his time, exploring your body with a reverence that made you feel worshipped. His fingers danced along your thighs, his lips leaving a trail of fire wherever they went. You squirmed beneath him, desperate for more, and he chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down your spine. "Patience," he whispered, his voice a promise.
With a final, lingering kiss, he slid down your body, his eyes never leaving yours. He parted your legs gently, his gaze filled with a hunger that made your core clench with anticipation. His tongue darted out, tracing a wet line along your folds, and you gasped.
His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he feasted on you, his every movement calculated to drive you wild.
Your nails dug into the bedspread as he found your clit, circling it with agonizing precision. He watched your reactions, studying you like a map, learning the landscape of your pleasure. Your breath grew ragged, your hips moving in time with his ministrations.
The pressure built inside you, a crescendo that threatened to shatter you into a million pieces. And when he finally slid a finger inside you, you did just that, coming apart in his arms with a cry that was equal parts relief and ecstasy.
He un-buckled his belt as slid down his pants.He kissed his way back up your body, their eyes locking as he positioned himself above you.
You could feel the tip of him against you, the heat of him making you wetter, your body begging for more. He took a moment, savoring the connection, before he pushed inside you with a groan that seemed to come from his very soul. You were tight, so tight, and the sensation was overwhelming.
Your walls clamped around him as he filled you, the feeling so intense it was almost painful. But it was a good pain, a pain that made him feel alive in a way he never had before. He began to move, his hips rocking into yours in a rhythm that seemed as natural as breathing. You met each of his thrusts with a moan, your nails digging into his back as you held on for dear life.
He watched your face as he moved inside you, the way your eyes fluttered closed and your mouth parted in pleasure. He knew he was your first, and the thought made him even more determined to make this moment unforgettable.
He whispered sweet nothings into your ear, his voice a mix of passion and reverence. You responded with soft gasps and whimpers, your body moving in sync with his.
Your rhythm grew faster, more intense, as the room filled with the sound of your muffled cries and the slick wetness of your passion. He felt you tighten around him, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. He knew you were close, and he was determined to take you there. His strokes grew more deliberate, his focus solely on your pleasure.
With a final, desperate moan, you came, your body convulsing around him. He groaned, the feeling of your climax sending him over the edge. He buried himself inside you, his release hot and deep, as he claimed you fully. Both of you clung to each other, breaths mingling in the stillness that followed, your hearts hammering in a frantic symphony of love.
Your bodies remained connected, neither willing to break the intimate bond that had just formed. The room was filled with the scent of your love, a potent mix of sweat and desire. Jay kissed your forehead, his chest heaving with each breath. "I love you," he murmured, the words a solemn vow.
His eyes searched your, the intensity of your union reflected in your depths. "I love you too," you whispered back, your voice a soft caress against his skin. Both of you lay there, basking in the afterglow.
Sfw— headcannons don’t except it to be good I’m kinda stupid— feel free to request—also amab / gn pronounsish (no fem terms basically)
DALLY WINSTON - sfw
★ he deff has internalized homophobia (it’s the 60s) he still thinks it’s kinda gross but he loves you and to him that’s surprising he’s Dallas Winston and he doesn’t love anything he got close to you and feels safe
★If Johnny doesn’t like you or somthing he either has to come around to you or your out so be nice to Johnny help protect him and make sure he doesn’t die or anything like that (haha…*sobs*)
★he would probably be toxic ngl very possessive and he likes getting you angry and frustrated would love to fight with you and he doesn’t see anything wrong with you he is also protective and he won’t let you leave him so your stuck
★ super good hugger like bear hugs and he’s good at cooking if he wasn’t all hardened up hed be the best house husband but he stopped cooking and stuff and never cares to clean up (he refuses to do any of this anymore)
★he had a cat once, named her missy when he was younger his folks killed her and he held her a funeral and kissed her forehead before filling the hole with dirt if you have a cat of any kind he’s gonna love it to death, or let him keep one at your place
★he loves how male reader can stick up for himself, he loves it when your angry at him.. it gets him a little excited (wait tell later) even if it’s at him, he doesn’t let up flirting with girls but he won’t cheat on you.. he decided he wanted to stick with y’a the gang thinks your just really close friends you don’t dare tell no body not in talsa Oklahoma in the 60s
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SODAPOP CURTIS - sfw (sorry it’s short I ran out of ideas)
❤︎︎his hands are so soft like so soft despite being a greaser he has like soc skin Darry buys him moisturizer as a gift once and ever sense he’d have like two-bit get (steal) some more him
❤︎︎definition of a golden retriever boyfriend even tho your another boy he doesn’t see a problem (he never thought about homophobia or why it’s be wrong and didn’t pay attention in church like pony said) so when someone judges or a soc calls you guys ‘𝒻𝒶𝑔𝑔ℴ𝓉𝓈’ he gets very confused and Darry or pony have to explain it cus you feel to bad
❤︎︎he thinks your like a woman (not biologically) but like treats you like he would a girlfriend and almost called you a princess once but quickly apologized he baby’s you try’s to open jars for you your like a girlfriend but not a girl if you get what I mean
❤︎︎he dyed his hair once blonde and now he’s a few blonde strands every time he has a little bit of hair dye (like every few months he’s suddenly a little blonder)
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DARRY CUTRIS - sfw
➜ he’s a tough partner he acts like your a nuisance and he’s quite homophobic even to himself he doesn’t mean to be and he loves you but it’s hard for him he’s a cutie truly and his brothers love you which helps him
➜he’s busy working so any time you can help him out with money do so secretly of course he’d hate to be given money by you he’s an independent guy
➜you probably met by working or when he’s running around getting groceries or something help him carry stuff you a strong person 💪 he cooks in the mornings so maybe one day cook for him?
➜hold him when he goes to sleep he’s always so pent up and tired maybe he will finally relax massage him let the tension out (maybe save up for a boxing dummy for him) overall I think he’d cry if you held him tight told him you loved him conformation etc he’d love that
➜ he’s a simple vanilla guy he likes romantic stuff even if he’s always busy let him lay in your lap and play with his hair as you read or something the only ones who know about you two are probably soda, pony, and Johnny who’s around a lot and pony probably told him
➜it’s probably gonna be a forever relationship if not he won’t ever date again he’s the type to say ‘there’s only one person for me’ or when he’s older one of his brothers will have a picture of you two and post it on tt w ‘This was our brother and his bf (your name /last name) find him for us !! And reunite you guys of something 😭
MPAA: General Audiences (FTM!Levi x FTM!Reader, fluff, sweet)
“No way! I can’t look! I don’t know how you can get through this! Man, normies are soo, so we- Aahhh, don’t show it up close!!”
You stared at the demon that was hiding away in his bathtub, pulling his blanket over his head, using his Ruri plushie “protect” him. What was making him so upset and scared, that he needed his precious Ruri to protect him?
You were injecting yourself with your weekly testosterone shot.
“You’re a demon.”
“And? Demons can be scared of thing- STOP HOLDING IT SO CLOSE TO ME!”
The “it” in question was the needle, full of your dose of testosterone and you occasionally brought it closer to his face when he let his guard slightly down, and then held his plush up as a shield whenever you did.
“Didn’t you have to take these?”
“No? Down here, magic is more widespread, and so I just got these patches. It’s way easier and doesn’t involve invasive things like needles! Those are the work of God, and God himself.”
“You know, where I’m from, that’s a good thing.” You chuckled and gently pricked your leg. You pushed down the plunger, hissing slightly. You slowly removed it and turned to set the needle somewhere. You had forgotten the point where you pricked was technically an open wound, but before you could panic, you felt a cotton ball press gently against the site. When you looked up, you saw Levi was pressing it down and holding a band-aid out to you.
“So that you don’t bleed.”
You smiled gently, and took the band-aid. His hand slipped from your leg, and you patched yourself up.
“Thanks, Levi.”
“Yeah, of co-“
You gently kissed his forehead, and he blushed brightly.
“…I-Idiot….”
“Lol, maybe so. Now come on, let’s lie down. I wanna rest before Lucifer makes us go do something.”
You climbed alongside him into the bathtub, and he wrapped his arms around you, humming quietly.
Hello! iv followed for a while but this is my first time requesting, i hope im specific enough but, could i get a Peirs x reader sfw and some nsfw headcanons? some fluff like homelife n spice? ^//^ if not or ur busy i understand! enjoying ur work!
Here's some for our favorite emo boy. I put the SFW ones up first and the NSFW is under the warning and page cut. Have fun
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SFW Piers: Homelife
This man isn't the best at domestic kinds of things. He's not the best chef but he can cook decent meals, and he's not the cleanest but his apartment isn't a dump.
He is the type to sing while doing chores though, sometimes even making them into songs.
Piers also sings in the shower. So be prepared to hear some eerily beautiful singing while he's in the bathroom.
He also enjoys dancing so if you're ever cooking, he might walk up behind you and grab your hips, making you sway to the beat of whatever music is on or he's making.
Movie nights are always something you gotta do once a week. Pillow forts and hot chocolate come with it too. Marnie will join you about half the time, but she normally falls asleep midway through and Piers has to bring her to bed.
Warning: This is NSFW so if you’re under the legal age or uncomfortable with content like this, please skip over this one!
NSFW Headcanons
There is a house rule: Spicy things only happen when Marnie is away. The reason? Piers is very vocal in the bedroom. You've gotten noise complaints from the neighbors before and sadly you couldn't convince them that he was just singing.
Another reason is that when Piers gets struck by the mood, he doesn't always make it to the bedroom with you. You've fucked on almost every single surface of that apartment. The kitchen counters didn't know what was coming...but you sure did.
That blanket fort during movie nights I mentioned before? If Marnie is away and you two are having a movie night, his hands normally don't keep to themselves. You'll find yourself distracted from the movie and half the time you two never finish it.
Piers loves aftercare as much as he loves fucking you. Wrapping you up in blankets, taking baths, getting you water and snacks. Cuddles are always needed and he's just so soft. He also loves being cared for when he's on the bottom though, so be prepared to dote on him as well.
