#and i can hear them laughing in the living room

[maretinelli]

SECOND FAMILY

Lando Norris X fem!reader

Summary: Y/n is going to meet Lando's family, but this causes her to have a crisis because she is afraid of introducing her boyfriend to her own family who don't get along with her.

Words: 5.0K+

Warnings: A little sad because of Y/n's story, family issues, mentions of anxiety and vomiting, but Lando's family is loving towards her, cute, romantic and mentions of veterinary medicine content, walk in the countryside.

Author: English is not my first language, so apologies for any spelling, grammar and slang mistakes that may be in the story.

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⚠️SENSITIVE CONTENT⚠️

The sweet smell of freshly baked cake filled the silent apartment. Y/n discreetly wiped the dry tears from her face, trying to contain the pain that tightened her chest. The news that her sister Lexie had given her minutes before still echoed in her head, breaking not only her heart, but her sister's as well.

The door opened and Lando's excited voice filled the room.

"Love? Where are you?" He called, leaving his keys on the table.

Y/n took a deep breath and forced a smile on her face, quickly wiping away any trace of tears before he saw her. But she didn't have much time to compose herself, because seconds later, Lando was already in the kitchen, with a few bags in his hand and the most loving smile on his face.

He came closer and left a loving kiss on her cheek.

"What's wrong? Why that smile?" Y/n asked, chuckling softly as she grabbed the oven mitts to take the cake out of the oven.

Lando shrugged, tilting his head with a charming smile. "You! I just happened to find you!"

"Idiot..." She rolled her eyes, laughing.

He chuckled before pushing himself off the counter and starting to clear things off the table. "The meetings went great today. And guess what? Tomorrow's one is canceled! So we can go to my parents' house early!"

Y/n flinched slightly upon hearing that. She wanted to meet his family, of course she did. I already knew them through video calls, I talked to his sisters on Instagram. But after what she had just heard, feeling the Norris family's love made her strangely uncomfortable. Not because I didn't like it—quite the opposite—but because I had never received that kind of love before.

And without realizing it, tears streamed down her face again.

Lando continued talking excitedly. "My mom and dad are super excited. She even said she's going to make something special for dinner. And my dad is also looking forward to meeting you in person! They always ask about you on the phone..."

He turned to face her and stopped abruptly when he saw her standing there, clutching the dish towel tightly, staring at the cake with silent tears streaming down her face.

"Hey, hey, love..." Lando crossed the space between them in seconds, gently cupping her face in his hands and wiping away her tears with his thumbs. "What happened? Was it something I did? Do you want to cancel the trip? Okay, we can wait-"

"No!" Y/n quickly interrupted, sniffling. "It's not that, Lan. I'm happy to meet your family, I really want that..." She took a deep breath before dropping the bombshell. "It's just that Lexie called me. She asked if our mom had invited me to the dinner they're having this weekend."

"And...?"

"I said I didn't know anything. And then Lexie told me that our mother is having a dinner party to introduce our little brother's new girlfriend." Her voice broke, and more tears fell. "And she didn't invite me or Lexie... Lex found out about this dinner party from other family members."

Lando's eyes softened, and he immediately pulled her into a tight hug.

If it were anyone else, they might say they were overreacting. But Lando knew. He knew what Y/n and Lexie had been through their entire lives. He knew how their parents neglected their daughters and favored the younger sons, Johnny and Mark.

I knew how, on their birthdays, the presents were scarce or inferior to those of their brothers, always with the excuse that the boys were too young to understand the difference. I knew how Lexie took on the role of mother from an early age, making sure Y/n had everything she needed until she was able to pursue her own dreams.

Y/n rarely visited her parents, and when she did, it was like a regular visit. They never treated her like the incredible woman she had become. Her relationship with her younger siblings was cordial, but distant. In the end, her only real family had always been Lexie. And now Lando.

"I don't want to introduce you to my family..." Still in his embrace, she murmured.

"Love..." Lando pulled away a little, holding her face tenderly.

"It's not because I don't love you, Lan." Y/n quickly clarified, sobbing. "But because I know how they can be. I know what they can say about you. And I don't want you to go through what I went through..."

The pilot stared at her for a few seconds before pulling her into an even tighter hug.

"I'd do whatever you want, Y/n." He whispered against her hair. "If you ever want to take me to meet them, I will. But I know they can be difficult, and I don't want you to get hurt anymore by this."

At the beginning of their relationship, Y/n was still afraid to tell Lando everything. But one day, she felt safe enough to open her heart and expose every wound. And he was there, holding her while she cried, whispering sweet words and assuring her that she would never have to go through that alone again.

"I feel so loved by your family..." Y/n whispered, sniffling. "Even though I've only spoken to them on the phone, or heard you talking about them during our sleepless nights... I wish you could feel that way about my family too. But that's impossible, because I'm not even loved by them."

She cried again, and Lando felt his heart break.

"You don't have to feel this way, love." He tightened his arms around her. "My family has enough love to give to us. You're already family, Y/n."

He kissed her forehead and smiled softly. "And besides, I know how much you and Lexie love each other. And I love seeing that. You guys are amazing."

"Thank you for being here..." Y/n smiled through her tears.

"I'm not going anywhere, love. Ever." Lando caressed her face.

The only person in her family that Lando knew was Lexie and her fiancé. And from the first moment, he sympathized with them. He laughed and talked with his girlfriend's sister's fiancé as if they were old friends and, more than ever, he realized the strong connection the two sisters had, despite their difficult past.

And now, he would do anything to make sure Y/n never felt alone again.

•••••••••••••••••••••••

The building's parking lot was still silent on that cloudy morning, the ground slightly damp from the previous night's dew. Lando finished organizing the bags in the trunk of the car while talking animatedly.

"My mom woke up at five in the morning just to start making a bunch of treats for us. She's so excited, seriously. I think even my grandparents are going to show up there later."

Y/n smiled as she adjusted one of the bags inside the car. "That means I'm going to roll out of there from eating so much."

Lando chuckled, picking up the last suitcase and fitting it into the trunk. However, his smile faded a bit when he noticed Y/n suddenly go quiet and take a step back.

"Hey, is everything okay?"

Y/n shook her head slightly, feeling her hands start to sweat. Without saying anything, she turned and ran to a small patch of grass nearby, bending over and vomiting.

"Y/N!" Lando hurriedly closed the trunk and ran over to her, placing a hand on her back as he waited for her to get up. "What's going on, love?"

She took a deep breath, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before turning to him.

"It was just... a side effect of an anxiety attack earlier. Don't worry, it's not pregnancy symptoms." She lets out an awkward laugh, but Lando doesn't laugh, as he's too worried about her.

"Why didn't you tell me before? I would have helped you, my dear."

"It happened while you were in the shower." Y/n explained. "I was thinking about my family and... well, it made me kind of anxious."

Lando sighed and held her face between his hands, looking into her eyes.

"You don't have to worry about them. You've become a brilliant, independent woman. You don't have to deal with this alone anymore, because most of all, you have me now. And I'm here for you too!"

"Thank you, for everything." She smiled, caressing his face affectionately. When Lando leaned in to kiss her, Y/n pulled away slightly. "You don't want to kiss me after everything I've thrown out, do you?" Y/n smirked.

"You think that's stopping me?" Lando rolled his eyes and kissed her cheek.

She laughed and, after making sure she was better, they went back to organizing the rest of their things before finally continuing their journey, and eventually Y/n went up to the apartment for a few minutes to brush her teeth again.

And then, they went on the short trip until they reached the Norris' country house, and while driving, Lando made sure to distract her by telling funny stories, or remembering cute and old things so she wouldn't think about her own family anymore.

"You have no idea how much my mom is looking forward to meeting you. Ever since I told her I was dating Flo's horse vet intern, she's been counting down the days." He quickly turns to his girlfriend. "Even more so when you started showing up on our phone calls!"

Y/n laughed, remembering the day she met Lando.

She was in her final year of veterinary medicine and was interning at her sister Lexie's equine clinic. On a regular day of appointments, Flo Norris showed up with one of her horses for a routine checkup. Y/n helped her, and during the procedures, the two struck up a light conversation and ended up becoming friends.

Some time later, Flo took Lando to the clinic as a chaperone while she waited for the horse's test results. He fell in love with Y/n at first sight, and at the end of the appointment, his sister unceremoniously handed him over.

"I remember Flo saying it would be cool if I went out with you." Y/n commented, amused. "At the time, I rolled my eyes, but a few days later you got my number from her and we started talking."

Lando smiled, keeping one hand steady on the steering wheel and the other on her leg.

"And now here you are, officially going to meet my family. And I'm telling you, Y/n, my family already likes you more than they like me."

Y/n laughed, looking at the road. Time seemed to pass faster with the light conversation between them.

The gate to the country house opened, and Lando slowed down, driving onto a lawn where he parked. Before turning off the car, he glanced quickly at Y/n and placed his hand on her thigh.

"Don't worry, okay? It's going to be amazing."

Y/n took a deep breath and smiled. As soon as they got out of the car, it wasn't long before Lando's family appeared at the door of the house.

Cisca, his mother, was the first to approach. Her loving smile lit up Y/n's face, warming her heart immediately. Without hesitation, she pulled her into a tight hug, completely ignoring her son.

"Oh my gosh, honey! I've been so excited to meet you! You're even more beautiful up close!"

Y/n laughed, feeling her face flush.

"Thank you, Cisca. I was really looking forward to meeting you too. But in a way, I feel like I've known you for years."

Adam, Lando's father, arrived soon after and quickly hugged Y/n, a sweet smile on his face as well.

"Lando doesn't talk about anything else but you."

"Dad!" Lando protested, making everyone laugh.

"Seriously." Adam continued. "I even thought about starting to charge rent to this girl who lives in my son's thoughts." He said amusedly, putting his hand on her shoulder.

Y/n laughed, placing a hand on her face, embarrassed.

Then it was Cisca's turn, Lando's sister, to introduce herself. "Finally! I've been counting down the days until I meet you." The two hug each other. "Nice to meet you in person, sister-in-law!" She gives a gentle smile, lightly squeezing Y/n's shoulders.

Flo, who already knew Y/n, smiled excitedly before opening her arms.

"You're finally here!" She hugged her tightly and, looking at Lando, teased: "Now you're going to have to learn to share, little brother. I found her first."

"Hey, am I being put on the back burner in this relationship?" Lando said amusedly seeing his girlfriend being hugged by her sister and everyone laughed at his comment.

The morning weather was pleasant, still a little cloudy, and the damp grass beneath their feet betrayed the dew that had fallen earlier. Cisca, the Norris' mother, approached her daughter-in-law and gave Y/n a warm pat on the arm.

"Let's go inside! I made some treats for breakfast."

Lando gave Y/n an amused look before kissing her cheek. "I told you so, didn't I?"

Cisca went ahead, listing everything she had prepared. Y/n soon noticed something curious: among the options were several of her favorite foods. She looked at Lando, who just smiled and winked at her.

"Where's Oliver?" Lando asked as soon as he arrived in the kitchen, holding hands with his girlfriend.

"He'll be back later. Mila slept late last night, and they didn't want to wake her up early because she'd be in a bad mood all day."

They laughed, and Y/n sat next to Lando at the table, where Cisca made sure to serve her a little bit of everything.

"I didn't know exactly what you liked for breakfast, so I made a little bit of everything."

"This all looks like a big feast already! But if I have to choose, I love this cake." Y/n looked at the lavish table and smiled.

Cisca smiled, satisfied.

"Lando mentioned it once. So I thought it would be a good idea."

Y/n's heart raced, and she looked at Lando with immense affection.

The conversation continued lively, with Cisca and Flo telling funny stories from Lando's childhood, much to his dismay. At one point, Cisca asked about Y/n's family, unaware of the complicated relationship she had with them.

"So, honey? Do you have any siblings?"

Y/n shivered a little and Lando noticed, placing a hand on her thigh as a form of comfort, and then she smiled and responded politely.

"We're four siblings too. Lexie, who's four years older than me, Mark, who's 23, and Johnny, who's 20." She took a sip of coffee before adding, "I don't spend much time with them because of the distance. But I see Lexie and her fiancé a lot."

"Lexie and her fiancé are amazing. I've met them both before." Lando smiled at her, trying to comfort her.

Cisca smiled at Y/n. "I'm sure your family is as sweet as you, dear."

"Well... they are." Y/n lowered her head slightly and smiled.

Lando squeezes his hand on her thigh a little and sends a loving smile, soon changing the subject and making everyone forget to ask questions about Y/n's family. But it wasn't their fault, they were still oblivious to the suffering that the newest member of the family was going through.

Breakfast ended with laughter and funny stories about Lando's childhood, but soon Cisca, the pilot's sister, suggested that they show Y/n the farm. Everyone agreed excitedly.

The weather was still cool and cloudy, and the smell of wet earth filled the air. Lando put an arm around Y/n's shoulders as they walked through the countryside, listening to his sisters point out places and tell stories from their childhood. At one point, Flo laughed as she pointed to a fenced-in enclosure near the lake.

"That's where Lando almost cried because he thought the horse was going to bite him." She teased, making Lando roll his eyes.

"I was six, Flo," he said, huffing.

Y/n laughed, finding it adorable to imagine Lando small and scared of a horse.

As soon as they reached the stables, Y/n was enchanted. She approached one of the horses, gently running her hands along the animal's neck. The Norris sisters watched in admiration, seeing how naturally she was with the animals.

"Now you're going to have to learn more about horses, Lan." Cisca teased, looking at Lando with a mischievous smile.

Lando sighed dramatically. "Does this mean I have to read about horses before bed? My God, I'm surrounded by girls who like horses!" He said amusedly.

Y/n laughed, giving him a light push.

While Y/n continued interacting with the horses, and Cisca and Lando were further back playing sibling wrestling, Flo approached.

"What about university? Have you chosen a specialty yet?"

"I recently graduated and for now, I'm working with my sister in her practice. I'm still deciding on a specialization, but I really like horses." Y/n smiled, continuing to pet the horse.

Flo raised her eyebrows, impressed. "You graduated already? I didn't know! Did you have a graduation party?" She said excitedly. "I want to see pictures!!" Y/n laughed at her cheerful comment and shook her head, still smiling.

"I didn't want any parties, I just attended the certificate presentation ceremony. Lando was there with my sister, and then we went out to dinner at a restaurant he had booked," she said, smiling as she remembered the special night.

Flo smirked.

"I still can't believe I was the one who brought you two together."

"I remember well the day you suggested we go out. I thought it was funny at the time." Y/n laughed.

Flo shook her head, laughing. "And look where we are now. He loves you so much, Y/n. Every time he calls us, he only talks about you."

Y/n felt her heart warm and looked at Lando, who was play fighting with his other sister on the other side of the stable. She laughed as she saw him get pushed by his sister and grumble.

She loved him so much. And she didn't even know she could give and receive so much love too, because she never had all that in her childhood, besides the love of her older sister.

Flo smiled when he saw her expression.

"Want to go for a horse ride?"

Y/n turned around and smiled. "Sure! I'd love to."

And then, Flo smiles and gently squeezes her sister-in-law's shoulder, going to get the horses. Y/n excitedly walks quickly to her boyfriend and he smiles, hugging her waist.

"I'm going for a horse ride with your sister." She said excitedly.

Cisca, upon hearing this, smiled excitedly. "I'm going too!" She ran to get her horse, and Y/n laughed.

Lando turned to his girlfriend, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I told you my family would love you."

"They're amazing." Y/n smiled.

He pulled her into a kiss. It was slow and sweet, a reflection of the affection they felt for each other. Lando's hands roamed around her waist, over her Quadrant sweatshirt, while Y/n's fingers curled in the curls at the nape of his neck. He smiled into the kiss and then pulled away, giving her one last peck.

"Come with us!!" Y/n smiles teasingly, knowing that Lando wasn't a big fan of horses.

Lando grimaced. "I only ride horsepower... and four wheels... on the track."

Y/n let out a loud laugh.

The morning passed with Y/n riding alongside Cisca and Flo. On the other side of the farm, sitting on the porch of the house, Lando watched his girlfriend having fun with her sisters. Every now and then, her laughter echoed across the field, and he smiled without realizing it. His heart gave a passionate leap inside his ribcage.

"She's wonderful, isn't she?" Cisca walked over and put her hand on his shoulder.

"Yes, she is!" Lando nodded, still looking at Y/n with a loving smile, and then his mother sat down next to him, to keep him company, but he sighed a little.

"She doesn't get along well with her family, only with her sister, Lexie..." He looked at his mother and continued. "I won't go into details, because she'll do that when she's ready, but what I can say is that she never received as much love as my brothers and I received from you as a child." He swallowed hard. "And seeing her have fun with the girls, feeling at home... it's wonderful."

"She's loved. By her sister, by you, and by us, you know!" Cisca nodded, smiling. "She's part of the family now, dear. An honorary Norris."

Lando smiled and looked back at Y/n, riding on the horizon, even from afar he could see her smiling and throwing her head back to catch her breath from laughing, as she always did. And then he realized he was right. His heart felt right in loving her.

"I want to marry her..."

The day at the farm went smoothly and pleasantly. In the morning, Y/n rode alongside Lando's sisters, enjoying the fresh wind and the vastness of the countryside. The connection with horses came naturally to her, which made her sisters-in-law even more enchanted by her presence.

Later, Y/n helped Cisca prepare lunch, between laughs and lively conversations. The four women got along well, exchanging stories about their childhoods, while Lando joined the conversation telling some of the adventures he and Y/n had already lived during the races. He mentioned the trips they had taken together, the races she had managed to follow, and the little traditions they had created over time.

In the afternoon, Oliver arrived accompanied by his wife and daughter, Mila. As soon as she got out of the car, the little blonde girl ran into her grandparents' arms, receiving warm kisses and hugs. Oliver and his wife greeted the brothers and, upon seeing Y/n, welcomed him with a kind smile.

"So you're the famous Y/n." Oliver joked, squeezing her hand lightly. "Welcome to the madness of the Norris family."

"Thank you!" Y/n smiles and then Oliver's wife hugs her and welcomes her too.

And then, Mila left her grandparents' embrace and ran to Lando, hugging her uncle's legs.

"That Country!"

Lando smiled, picking up his niece. "Hi, little one! Did you miss me?"

She nodded with a wide smile, but soon her attention turned to Y/n. She got off Lando's lap and stood in front of Y/n, still a little shy as she folded the hem of the shirt she was wearing a little.

"You must be Aunt Y/n, right?" Mila asks shyly, shaking her shoulders slightly.

Y/n looked at her and then at the Norris family, who smiled at the little girl's cute comment. Her heart warmed at being called 'aunt', even more so as it was coming from Lando's niece for the first time.

With a glint in her eyes, she bent down to the little girl's height and smiled warmly.

"Hi, I am! Nice to meet you, little Mila."

The girl smiled even more and, without warning, threw herself into Y/n's arms, catching her off guard. She froze for a while, but then returned the action, smiling and feeling some tears welling up in her eyes, as she hugged the girl.

"Uncle Lando talked a lot about you!"

The family laughed at the scene, and Y/n, while hugging the little girl, looked up at her boyfriend with a playful smile.

"Oh yeah? And what exactly is he talking about?"

"Only good things, I swear." Lando shrugged, a mischievous smile on his face.

"He showed me a lot of pictures of you guys!" Mila then pulled back a bit, watching Y/n closely before letting out sincerely. "You're very pretty!"

Y/n smiled, delighted.

"Thank you, Mila! But I think you're much prettier."

The girl became shy and ran to Oliver to hide her shy face in his arm, causing the family to burst into loud, genuine laughter.

Lando then looks at his girlfriend, feeling that familiar love every time she laughed or commented on something with his sisters, or even the loving way she looked at Mila. As if he had known the girl for decades.

In the evening, everyone gathered around a large table for dinner. The atmosphere was cozy, with warm lighting and typical dishes prepared with care. Mila chose to sit between Y/n and Lando, showing how much she had already grown fond of her new 'Aunt'

During the meal, the little girl held Y/n's hand from time to time as she showed the toys she had brought and Y/n commented on how cool they were and that they could play together after dinner. Lando, watching the scene, smiled with a special sparkle in his eyes.

The conversation flowed naturally, between funny stories and childhood memories. At one point, Oliver made a joke about how Y/n had finally found a way to 'get Lando in line'.

"Finally someone has managed to tame this one." Oliver joked, raising a glass.

Y/n chuckled and winked at Lando before replying, amused, "Well, I'm still trying. But I think taming him completely is a lost cause."

The family burst out laughing, while Lando pretended to be offended, putting his hand on his chest as if he had been hit, increasing the laughter even more.

"That's not fair! I'm an angel." He said, crossing his arms.

"An angel who likes speed and lives running away from household chores." Cisca added, laughing.

"It's worse than that, Cisca! When I ask him to help clean my apartment he makes an excuse and I eventually end up falling for it." They laugh.

"Hey!" Lando protested, making everyone laugh even harder.

Dinner continued to be lively with laughter and conversation, and when silence finally fell over the Norris table, Adam raised his wine glass and asked for a toast.

"I just wanted to say that we're so happy to have you here, Y/n. Ever since you arrived, we've felt like you were already part of the family. So know that this is your home too, and that we welcome you with open arms. You're special to Lando, and that means you're special to all of us. Welcome to the Norris family."

They put their glasses together and toasted, while Y/n smiled and thanked him quietly. Already knowing that if she spoke loudly she would start crying. But with happiness.

Y/n felt her heart warm at those words. Lando squeezed her hand under the table, conveying his affection and silent support. She smiled, touched, feeling truly welcomed.

The night continued with laughter, stories and affectionate moments, as they gathered on the couch in the living room. Cisca and Adam told some funny stories from when Lando was little and Y/n believed that certain things still haven't changed, making them laugh and Lando hide his face in his girlfriend's neck.

She could feel that this day was becoming one of the most special days she had ever experienced in her 25 years of life.

It was already dawn, when they were getting ready to sleep, Y/n walked through Lando's old room, curiously observing the trophies, the miniature race cars, the posters and the old photos of him with his family. It was like diving into her boyfriend's past, and it made her smile.

She gently ran her fingers over a photo of Lando as a young boy, holding a trophy almost bigger than him. Her chest filled with emotion. Feeling part of that home, that family, was something she had never experienced before. Without realizing it, a few tears of happiness ran down her face.

It was at that moment that Lando entered the room. He was wearing a comfortable sweatsuit, his hair still damp from the shower. Seeing her from behind, admiring her memories, he smiled and silently approached, wrapping her in a hug from behind.

With his head resting on her shoulder, he murmured, "Do you like my sanctuary?"

"I loved it... I felt so at home here." Y/n smiled, leaning against him.

Lando tightened his hold, feeling her warmth against him. When she turned to look at him, he noticed the tears in her eyes and frowned in concern.

"Hey... What's up? Is everything okay?"

"Yes. Unlike last night, these are tears of happiness... Of belonging." She smiled, quickly wiping away the tears.

Lando watched her for a moment before smiling softly.

"You were already part of the family before you even met them. You fit in here perfectly." He chuckled softly. "Even though they can be a little intense sometimes and tell you all about my childhood embarrassments."

Y/n laughed, and before she could respond, he gently cupped her face and pulled her in for a kiss.

It was a slow and emotional kiss, a soft and passionate meeting of lips that conveyed all the love and gratitude they felt for each other. Lando held her as if he wanted to immortalize that moment, while Y/n responded with the same intensity.

When they pulled away, Lando sighed against her lips and smiled. "I think my niece has adopted you for good."

Y/n chuckled, shaking her head.

"It seems I have no escape from the Norris family anymore."

"No way! I won't let you get away!" Lando cupped her face once more, his eyes shining with love. "I love you,"

"I love you, Lan." Y/n smiled, her heart warming.

And there, in each other's arms, they knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful story together. Y/n felt like part of the family and Lando knew that she was an important part of his life too. And no one was destined to escape each other.

And she found her second family.

[lesone-shot]

Watching You

Daniela (KATSEYE) x fem!reader TW: fluff, Dani and the reader are not together

"I need some water," Manon said as she wiped the sweat away from her forehead.

"Yeah, let's take a break. We can hydrate and catch our breaths for a few," Sophia suggested before the six of them began to head over to the other side of the room.

Daniela turned around to see if you were following behind them but to her surprise, you were still across the room as if you were going to continue rehearsing even though you needed and deserved a break too.

"Y/N? Aren't you going to relax for a few?" she wondered and watched you turn your head to gaze at her.

"No, I'm going to work on the choreography for my artist of the month performance" Your eyes were sparkling as you spoke and it was because you were so excited about the opportunity to be artist of the month.

Part of you is a little nervous because it is such a huge opportunity but another part of you is beyond excited and feels so lucky to be artist of the month.

You have a lot of work to do to prepare for it, including a lot of practice and hard work, but you were more than okay with it.

Daniela grabbed her water bottle before sitting down on the floor.

The song that you'd be doing the dance cover to, began to play over the speakers and Daniela couldn't help but watch you. She admires how passionate you are about everything you do.

You pour all your blood, sweat, and tears into it all and she admired how hardworking you are.

There's a reason that you were selected as the artist of the month and Daniela knew that they'd made the right choice by selecting the right person for the opportunity.

She watched your body move as you worked on the choreography. There were parts of it that looked a little complicated that you went over a couple of times but picked up pretty quickly, just like you tend to do with Katseye's choreography.

She could see the passion rushing through your veins and could tell you were putting your heart into it.

You love to dance, it's one of your favorite parts of being an idol, and you're always so thankful for the love and praise you receive for the hard work and talent you have for it.

That's another reason Daniela feels they made the perfect choice for one of you getting Artist of the Month because even though any of you would've been great for it, you're the most passionate about dancing.

You live and breathe for it and everyone can see that.

Eventually, as Daniela watched you, her mind went blank and all she could focus on was watching you practice.

She watched the sweat roll down your skin and obsessed over certain parts of the choreography. You looked so good and she didn't understand how you did everything so flawlessly.

She didn't even realize that she was biting her lip and that she was so fixated on you that the girls were teasing her.

She couldn't hear them.

No one existed besides you for a few moments there.

"Daniela?" Megan teased as she waved her hand in front of Daniela's face. She was a bit startled and looked at the girls in surprise but when she saw the smirks on their faces, she tried to play it off that she'd been so mesmerized by you.

"So are you going to ask her out?" Lara asked

"What? Why would I do that?" Daniela scoffed

"Because you are in love with her!" Yoonchae pointed out before Daniela shushed her.

"I'm not in love with her..." The girls looked at each other before laughing.

"You are the worst liar ever" Sophia teased.

"You were drooling over her" Manon laughed

"Fine. So what if I was? She looks good and she's incredibly talented" Daniela said, defending herself.

"We know that you like her. You should tell her" Megan spoke before squeezing Daniela's shoulder, "I think she feels the same way"

"We have a comeback coming up and she has her artist of the month cover. Maybe I will someday but it's not a good time right now" She replied before looking at you. "I'm okay with just sitting back and admiring her for now"

The girls looked at you and then her, knowing that someday things would change between the two of you because they know you're just as head over heels for Daniela as she is for you.

It's no secret, you've told them before.

Even though they could tell her that, it wasn't their place to do so. All they could do was hope that one day soon the two of you would have the courage to confess your feelings for each other.

But for now, they'll just watch Daniela watch you and fall a little more in love each time she does so.

[sturniololuvz]

hii can you the triplets 2 year old sister like in diapers and doesn't know how to talk alot yet but shes attached to her dad and the triplets came into the living room to see her playing with him so the dad went to the bathroom and told chris to watch her and she cried behind the bathroom door thinking he left her??

yesss!

“Daddy’s Girl”

Sturniolos x sister

Warnings : crying

The Sturniolo house was full of chaos, as usual, but for once, the triplets weren’t the center of attention. Instead, their two-year-old little sister, Y/N, was giggling on the living room floor, playing with their dad.

She was the biggest daddy’s girl in the world. No one—not even Nick, Matt, or Chris—could compete with how much she adored him. If he was in the room, she was attached to him like glue, waddling after him on her tiny legs, barely able to talk but always trying to get his attention.

Chris, Matt, and Nick walked into the living room, watching as their dad playfully tickled Y/N’s belly, making her burst into uncontrollable laughter.

“She is so spoiled,” Chris said, crossing his arms.

“Yeah, because Dad never puts her down,” Matt pointed out, smirking.

Nick laughed. “She won’t even let us hold her if he’s around.”

Their dad, hearing them, chuckled. “She just likes me more.”

Chris rolled his eyes. “Obviously.”

Y/N, completely ignoring her brothers, was lying on the floor, holding onto her dad’s shirt with her tiny hands. She looked up at him with big eyes, her diaper slightly puffing out as she wiggled closer.

“Da!” she babbled, grinning up at him.

“Alright, sweetheart, Daddy has to go to the bathroom,” he said, gently prying her fingers off his shirt.

Instantly, Y/N’s smile faded, and her lower lip wobbled.

“Nooo,” she whined, shaking her head.

“Relax, baby girl, I’ll be right back.” Their dad kissed her forehead, then looked at Chris. “Chris, keep an eye on her for a second.”

Chris blinked. “Wait, me?”

But before he could protest, their dad disappeared into the hallway bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Y/N sat there, staring at the closed door, her tiny brain processing what had just happened.

Then, it hit her.

He left.

Her face crumpled, and suddenly, the entire house was filled with her ear-piercing wail.

“DAAA!” she sobbed, crawling as fast as she could to the bathroom door. She sat in front of it, banging her little fists against the wood. “Da! Da! Da!”

Chris looked panicked. “Oh my God, what do I do?”

Nick burst out laughing. “Dude, she thinks he left left.”

Matt shook his head, grinning. “She’s devastated.”

Chris awkwardly crouched beside her. “Hey, Y/N, it’s okay, Dad’s still here. He’s just—”

Y/N turned her head, big teary eyes glaring at him, as if blaming him for the greatest betrayal of her tiny life.

“DAAA!” she screamed again, throwing herself against the door.

Chris held his hands up in surrender. “Oh, hell no, she hates me.”

Nick and Matt were doubled over laughing while Y/N continued her dramatic meltdown, banging on the door with all the strength her chubby little hands could manage.

“Dad’s right there,” Chris tried explaining, pointing at the door. “He didn’t leave forever, I swear.”

Y/N wasn’t having it. She let out another wail, pressing her forehead to the wood. “Da! Da!” Her little feet kicked against the floor, her diaper crinkling with each desperate movement.

Chris groaned, running a hand down his face. “Dude, open the door before she drowns us in tears.”

From inside the bathroom, their dad chuckled. “Chris, you got it, buddy. I believe in you.”

“NO, I don’t got it!” Chris shot back. “Your kid is losing her mind out here, bro.”

Nick wiped a tear from his eye, still laughing. “I love how she won’t even look at us. She’s so over it.”

Matt crouched down next to Y/N, trying to soothe her. “Hey, munchkin, wanna play with your toys?”

She shoved his hand away and sniffled, her voice cracking. “Nooo! Da!”

Chris dramatically fell back onto the floor. “She hates us.”

Finally, after what felt like ages (but was really just a few minutes), their dad opened the bathroom door.

“Hey, baby, I’m right here,” he said gently.

Y/N immediately turned, gasping as if she had just seen the light after weeks in darkness. “DA!”

She threw herself forward, wrapping her little arms around his legs, her face still wet with tears.

“Oh my God,” Chris muttered, shaking his head. “She acts like you were gone for ten years.”

Their dad picked Y/N up, bouncing her lightly. “You guys did so good watching her,” he teased.

Chris glared. “Yeah, clearly.”

Y/N sniffled

[daysoftheyears]

hear me out hamzah and roommate reader go on a late late night grocery run and vlog it?

Yess I love this idea! Sorry im responding a little late lol and i lowk cant lie guys im not super proud of this one so lmk if i should make it longer or re-do it! <3

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Hungry for some food but only getting fed disappointment as you looked in the fridge.

“Hamzah we literally have zero food for supper, we need to go to the store like now.” 

You yell out into the living room. You can hear him sigh and grab his keys.

“I’ll start the car then.”

Hoping in the pasenger seat with a shopping list on your phone’s note app, Hamzah closes his driving door with his camera recording.

“Why do you have your camera?”

“I just want to film our shopping trip chill boi.” He says smiling

“Ok but I have a list so no fooling around.”

Heading to the pasta isle, you and Hamzah had been laughing the whole time as you both took turns filming each other. Walking past strangers trying to keep yourself together.

He points the camera at you, “Boi why do you want pasta let's get pizza girl.” 

Cracking a smile you roll your eyes and grab spaghetti. 

“Because I said! Girl bye” You said back playfully.

Cart full of food at the register as Hamzah films you paying. 

He talks into the camera, “She pays for everything for me but trust im not broke please don't think that. Boi.” 

“You are tho.” Looking at him smiling.

“Girl.”

After paying and having hands full of bags, you put them in the back of the car and start to head back home. Hamzah still talking, making an outro while you hold the camera.

“Ok you can press stop recording now.” You stop filming and put the camera down.

“I lowkey don't want pasta tho.” He says while pulling into pizza hut. “Bro you piss me off Hamzah.” You laugh out.

(Plz lmk if this is like good or not lol)

[jmdbjk]

Happy Hobi-Day!

He has a calm aura. In control. A marked difference from the period of time when he was doing promotions for Jack in the Box and the run up to Lollapalooza. He was visibly strung out back then. But now he has such an air of confidence about him. And he looks content, happy.

And I've really missed this dynamic:

Who can make you laugh this easily and genuinely? Those closest to you, that's who.

When I heard Jimin's voice and laughter over Hobi's phone this morning, it felt like a hundred sunrises all at once happening in my brain. I didn't realize how much I needed to just hear Jimin's voice and hear his familiar laugh.

I was trying to figure out who called who... some say Hobi called Jimin and others say Jimin is the one who called. I'm going with the latter because how many times did Hobi have to verbally warn HE'S ON LIVE (EVERY WORD YOU UTTER COULD BE INCRIMINATING). If it had been planned for Hobi to call, Jimin would have already known Hobi was going to be doing his birthday live.

I did not watch the live in real time, therefore I missed the auto translations. I will have to wait until they put them up in a day or two but I do know that Jimin knew what he was talking about back in November 2023 when he said:

Because it is actually happening as we speak:

Jimin calling Jungkook over to talk to Hobi was icing on the cake. The two of them in their room doing their routine evening things...it warms my heart hearing them just as they always are.

That bouquet of flowers on the couch behind Hobi are from Jin:

Apparently the staff and Jin threw Hobi a surprise party.

And Jimin's drawing is STILL on the mirror. I can't wait to see Jimin posing in that little starburst outline in his military uniform because you know he will do it.

And yes, I spent a good deal of time trying to see if this was who we think it is..

Inconclusive perhaps.

122 days until Yoongi is out.

3 months, 23 days until we see my pookies out of there and hear the stories those two want to tell us so badly. Why does Jungkook think we'll run away? As if we haven't heard it all and seen it all already? If it made Hobi laugh I am certain we will too.

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

ride down the memory lane

pairing: yoon jeonghan x fem!reader (other idols mentioned as friends)

au: childhood rivals to lovers

genre: smut, comedy - minors dni.

warnings: food, alcohol, mentions of physical injuries and a bit of reckless driving, semi-public sex, fingering, making out.

word count: 2.9k

synopsis: one thing you will never forget from your childhood is the bicycle races around your neighborhood against a certain boy who always lost to you. fifteen years later and in the big city, that same boy isn't a boy anymore and he knows how to ride more than a child's bicycle.

Author's note: hi everyone! this is my entry for the lonely hearts cafe collab hosted by @camandemstudios! i hope you will enjoy reading this fic, along with all the amazing entries from the rest of the participants💕

taglist: @gyuguys @aliceu @listxn @svtwhinyc17 @woozixo @wonranghaeee @cookiearmy @haosheaven @kyeomiis @sebongica

©multi-kpop-fanfics, 2025. No reposting allowed. No translations allowed without permission.

Seoul City, today.

There’s music echoing in your room, the upbeat song matching your good mood. You’re applying your makeup with careful motions, wanting nothing more than a perfect result that compliments your outfit.

The occasion is obviously a joyous one - you’re reuniting with your college classmates five years after your graduation. While you have kept in touch with most of them, living in different cities and countries was the main obstacle of not being able to see them in person.

But today, nobody and nothing will stop you from enjoying your time with them.

The music playing through your phone is suddenly cut off due to an incoming call and you let out a dissatisfied groan when you see one of your friend’s ID on the screen.

“Can’t believe you called while the best part was playing!” You answer the call.

“You and your addiction to music,” Chaewon sighs, “Are you done with makeup?”

“Almost there, just adding glitter.”

“Girl, relax, it’s not New Year’s eve!”

“I don’t care, Chae, glitter and I are in a long term relationship.”

“Ugh, fine. I knew I couldn’t convince you either way.”

“Did you call me just to ask me for my makeup though?”

“No, I called you to let you know that Joshua is going to bring a friend of his tonight with us.”

“Oh okay. Uh, do we know the guy?”

“I haven’t met him in person, all I know is that his name is Jeonghan.”

Jeonghan? It’s been a long time since you last heard that name.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N?”

“Yeah, I hear you. The guy’s name is Jeonghan.”

“Do you have a problem with Joshua bringing him along? Because you stayed silent for a moment there.”

“Oh no, I have no issue! I just….happened to remember someone who has the same name,” you laugh awkwardly, “Probably just a coincidence.”

“Okay cool! See you soon, love!”

You arrive in front of the bar, your lips forming a huge grin once you spot your friends outside the door.

“Ay, there she is!” Hyunjin exclaims.

“Hi Hyune- What happened to your hair?!” You gasp.

“Oh, this?” He runs his hand over his barely hair covered head, “Just a spur of the moment thing.”

“A spur of the moment that gave us a damn heart attack.” Jihyo sighs audibly, 

“Rest in peace, long haired Hyunjin, you'll be dearly missed.” You put your palms together as if you were paying respects and Hyunjin playfully shoves you.

“Where are Joshua and his friend?” Chaewon asks.

“Joshua texted me a couple of minutes ago and said they'll be late, we can go grab a table inside and save two seats for them.” Jihyo responds.

“Awesome, I didn't want to wait in the cold anyways.” You grin.

You walk through the doors of the bar and Jihyo goes to one of the waiters, who in turn guides you to a table big enough to fit the entire group, along with the two who aren't there yet.

You make yourselves comfortable around the table, checking the menu for drinks and possibly some finger food for funsies.

“Alcohol for everyone, I suppose?” Jihyo speaks as she closes the catalog in her hands.

“Damn right,” Hyunjin agrees enthusiastically, “The week was tough.”

“Yeah, because getting your makeup and outfits done by others is so tiring, right?” Chaewon mocks him, but the man flips her off with ease.

Amidst the bickering, you spot Joshua and his friend walking through the door and you wave to let them know your location in the bar.

“Oh, they’re coming!” Chaewon scoots closer to you to make room for the boys.

“Hello everyone!” Joshua greets all of you with a smile, “Sorry we’re late, traffic was kinda annoying.”

“You weren’t even the one driving and you’re complaining about traffic?” The other man speaks up.

“You must be Jeonghan, right?” Jihyo asks with interest, “I’m Jihyo, nice to meet you. The bald one is Hyunjin-”

“Fuck you.” Hyunjin cuts her off.

“Whatever. The lady with the cunty bob is Chaewon-”

“Hi!” Chaewon waves cutely.

“And finally the lady with the glitter all over her face is-”

As soon as you make a double take on the man with the black leather jacket, your throat runs dry and cold sweat coats your skin.

You should have listened to your gut feeling when Chaewon called you before you left the house.

“Y/N L/N?” Jeonghan looks at you with a curious smirk.

“Yoon Jeonghan.” 

The rest of the group exchange dumbfounded glances. 

“You….know each other?” Hyunjin asks.

“That’s right,” Jeonghan crosses his legs in a deliberately slow manner, “Way too well, if I dare say so.”

“Why aren’t you speaking?!” Chaewon nudges you repeatedly.

“Yeah we have known each other since childhood. Are you satisfied now?” You huff in annoyance.

“That’s all you’re gonna say?” Jeonghan raises his brow defiantly, “I don’t think it’s nice to keep your friends in the dark.”

“Can you not use wording that makes everything sound weird?” You pinch the bridge of your nose.

“Are you guys exes or something?” Hyunjin points at the two of you.

“NO!” You loudly defend yourself.

“That just made it even more suspicious…”

“Aside from her exaggerated reaction, Y/N is telling the truth. We were sort of…. childhood rivals.” Jeonghan explains calmly.

“Sort of? You couldn’t win against me for your life.” You click your tongue.

“Pause for a sec,” Joshua intervenes, “Win against you, in what exactly? And how long ago are we even talking about here?”

“Bicycle races, about fifteen years ago,” You respond dryly, “Spoiler alert - he was fucking terrible.”

“Kinda hard to believe, since he rides a motorbike…” Chaewon comments and you shoot her a disapproving look.

“We all have to start from somewhere, Chaewon,” Jeonghan leans back on his chair, “Even if it involves bruised knees and a boy’s battered ego.”

The waiter soon arrives with everyone’s orders

“Drinking a cocktail while knowing you’re gonna drive later? You’re asking for your license to be taken away.” 

“It’s a virgin cocktail,” Jeonghan takes a sip from his glass, “I enjoy the thrill of riding a bike, but I’m not stupid enough to challenge the law.”

“Whatever.”

“Now then. I think it’s time for a little old story.”

Fifteen years ago…

“Haha! I win again!” You jump up triumphantly on the road side.

“Shut up! You cheated this time, I’m sure of it!” Jeonghan points at you, accusing you of cheating once more.

“It's not cheating if I'm better than you!” You stick your tongue out to mock the boy.

“One day, I'll be rich and I'll ride the coolest bike ever and you'll see then!” He gets up from the ground and grabs his bicycle to leave.

As soon as he sits on the saddle and tries to pedal away, he loses his balance and falls down on the asphalt.

“Ow!” He yelps again, tears filling up his eyes.

“Hmph, can't even keep your balance.” You mock him again.

Jeonghan starts crying loudly and you're about to call him a crybaby again, but you notice his bleeding knee, your face turning pale from fear. 

“Jeonghan!” You run towards him.

“Stay away from me, you meanie!” He flinches away from you.

“Hannie, you're hurt! Give me your hand so I can help you stand up!”

“Never! I would rather die!” He yells at you with tears on his cheeks 

“Urgh, just give me your hand! My house is just around the corner.”

The boy looks at you for a moment and then reluctantly gives you his hand to help him stand up.

You throw his arm around your shoulders and he manages to balance himself on his other leg.

“You shouldn't be helping me.” He sniffles.

“Why do you say that?”

“Because we're rivals, you dummy.”

“I know. But you're the only one who can match me and if you're hurt, who will be able to race against me?”

Jeonghan ponders for a moment, but he’s unable to give a good answer.

“See? You can’t think of anyone else! I'm the best in the entire neighborhood.”

“Just you wait, I’ll get better and I’ll make you eat my dust.”

“It’s a deal!” You grin.

“By the way, are we there yet?”

“We’ll make it in no time, promise! Mom made ice cream yesterday, by the way.”

“Strawberry?”

“Always!”

“I expected petty children’s drama, not this cutesy stuff,” Jihyo rests her chin on her hand, “Not that I complain, of course.”

“Yeah, it was all fun and games back then.” Jeonghan comments with a dreamy tone.

“Y/N sounded kinda like a bully though.” Chaewon side eyes you.

“Not my fault he was crying every single time he lost,” you snort into your cocktail glass, “Oh right, that was every Sunday.”

“Trust me, if we were to race now, you'd eat dirt, angel.” Jeonghan smirks.

“No thanks, I don't plan on risking my life riding a motorbike like a maniac.”

“True, he does ride like a maniac when the highway is empty.” Joshua validates your comment.

“Whose side are you on, exactly?” Jeonghan narrows his eyes towards his friend.

“Mine, obviously.” 

“Joshua Hong, ever the shit instigator.” Jihyo rolls her eyes dramatically.

“You love me so much.”

“Sadly, I do!”

The group erupts in laughter and the conversation continues into less relevant topics. Small talk goes on amongst your friends, but your focus is solely on Jeonghan.

Even if you're aware of the years that have passed since you last saw him, you can't help but ogle over how fucking good he looks now.

His gaze meets yours and your eyes shoot up in surprise, caught red-handed like a criminal. But all he does is shoot you a sly smirk.

“Um, I think I'll go to the restrooms for a bit.” you announce all of a sudden.

“You okay? You seem a little out of it.” Hyunjin gently holds your hand out of concern.

“Dude, it's nothing! I just need to pee, jeez.”

“Girl ew, no need to give us the details!” Chaewon scrunches her face in disgust.

You mirror her expression and leave the table, making a beeline for the restrooms.

As soon as you walk into one of the empty cabins, you lock the door shut and sit down, head resting in your hands.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” you curse under your breath, “Why him? Why after so many years?” 

You slap your cheek to snap yourself back to reality and unlock the restroom door, needing to wash your hands and throw some water on your neck to calm yourself down.

“Didn’t expect you to be so affected by my arrival.” 

You scream in surprise and you turn around to see Jeonghan leaning against the doorframe of the restroom entrance.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!”

“I’m here to take a piss.” He smirks.

“Wrong restrooms, idiot. Didn’t you see the sign outside the door?” You scoff.

“That’s what I told the others when they asked me,” he walks towards you, “Doesn’t mean I actually wanted to do that.”

Jeonghan now stands right in front of you, his face barely a few centimeters away from yours.

“Time really has its favorites, huh.” He twirls one of your hair strands around his finger.

“What are you talking about?” You ask him, not stopping him from whatever he’s doing.

“I mean that you’ve grown into one damn fine beauty, Y/N.”

You bite your bottom lip, mentally giving up on playing hard to get.

You tug him back into the restroom cabin and lock the door, pushing him against the door.

“I could say the same about you, mister hot rider.” You reciprocate the compliment and kiss him without delay. 

It doesn’t take Jeonghan long to snake his hands right under your ass and lift you up, switching the positions to pin you against the metal door this time.

“Been wanting to do that ever since I sat across you,” he whispers on your lips, “And much more than that.”

“I’m right here, Hannie.” You purr the nickname on purpose, hoping to get a reaction from him.

“I used to hate that stupid nickname,” he traces his nose over the juncture between your neck and shoulder, “But this…grown up voice of yours makes it sound so hot.”

“Good,” you bury your fingers in his black hair and get a hold of it, “Now would you mind putting your grown up hands into better use?”

Jeonghan instantly gets the memo and puts one of your legs down to free his dominant hand. You keep his mouth busy with your tongue, all while his nimble fingers slither under your panties and make contact with your soaked pussy.

“You had to bear with this all night long?” 

“It was fine until you sat on the couch across from me.”

“No, it was bored to death until I sat across from you.” He chuckles as he plunges one finger inside you.

It takes whatever little sanity you have left in you to not moan out loud and let your eyes roll back in your skull, as his finger thrusts in and out of you, your juices starting to drip down his knuckles.

“Feels good, doesn't it?” He murmurs against your skin.

“So fucking good, God.” You reply with a shaky voice.

“Want another one?”

“Pretty fucking please.”

Jeonghan listens to your pleas and slides another finger, but this time, a moan slips past your lips.

“Stay quiet, you idiot.”

“You're making it real hard, dumbass.” You hiss at him.

“Fine.” He deadpans and takes away his fingers, making you gasp at the sudden loss.

“What are you doing?!”

“Making your life easier,” he smirks, “Are you satisfied?”

“Of course not!” You slap his chest in protest.

“Oh shut up,” he puts you down, “It’s not like I wanted to make you cum in a fucking public space.”

“You almost did. And it’s not like we had any choice right now.”

“We could always head back to your place? Or mine?”

His suggestion catches you off guard.

“I mean, if that’s what you want as well,” he scratches the back of his neck, “I…don’t want you to push or anything.”

“Do you have a spare helmet?” You ask with determination in your eyes.

“What?”

“I said - Do you have a spare helmet?” 

“Yeah, always.”

“Can I borrow it then?”

“I thought you said you didn’t want to ride on bikes?”

“I can always make an exception. Besides, I’ll tell you the way to my place.”

Jeonghan sucks his fingers clean and you cut a few pieces of toilet paper to clean yourself up and fix your appearance.

“Shall we, then?”

You unlock the door and push it wide open, with Jeonghan quickly washing his hands.

“Won’t it be rude to leave just like that?” You wonder out loud.

“Are you seriously thinking about that right now?” He looks at you with an unamused expression.

“I thought I’d try to show some remorse.”

“Don’t do it if you feel like it, Y/N.” He grins like an imp.

The two of you check the corridor to see any passing people and to your luck, it’s empty. You both almost make a run for it.

Meanwhile, the group at the table sees the two of you from afar, suspicions arising quickly.

“They were gone for quite a while…” Chaewon tilts his head sideways.

“Bet fifty bucks they fucked in the restrooms.” Joshua snickers.

“Make it a hundred.” Jihyo crosses her arms in front of her chest.

“Shh, they’re coming!” Hyunjin signals and they all fall silent.

“Shua, hand me the helmet.” Jeonghan pats his friend’s shoulder

“Uh, why?”

“I’m taking Y/N home, she’s not feeling very well.”

“You’re gonna take her home….On your bike?” Jihyo raises her eyebrow.

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry!” You quickly defend him.

“Wait, if you take Y/N home, how will I get home?!” Joshua further questions his friend.

“Get a cab, you have money.” Jeonghan replies as he takes back both helmets and hands you one.

“Oh, here’s the money for our drinks, by the way,” you leave a couple of bills on the table, “Sorry for the sudden change, hope you guys have fun without us!”

“Stay safe.” Jihyo reminds you with a knowing look in her eyes.

“Will do.” Jeonghan responds as he ushers you towards the exit of the bar.

You pass through the doors of the bar and walk to his motorbike, your eyes wandering over the sleek silhouette of the vehicle.

“Like what you see?” Jeonghan breaks you from your trance.

“It’s so….You look so good on it, Hannie.”

“I know,” he fastens the helmet on his head, “And you’ll look just as good as my passenger princess.”

The nickname makes your heart jump in your chest and you put on the helmet, locking it under your chin. You sit on the bike right behind Jeonghan, trying to make yourself comfortable and he doesn’t hesitate to grab your arms and put them around his waist.

“Don’t hesitate to lean on me!” He shouts through the helmet as he revs up the engine.

“I won’t!” You shout back.

“Ready to go?”

“Yeah!”

“Good. Because riding bikes isn’t the only thing I’m good at.” He shouts again.

You grin behind the visor as you follow Jeonghan’s previous advice.

“I could say the same about myself.”

[eroselless]

─────────────── the spaces between us // 3

series summary: when you accept a job as an au pair in the irish countryside, you expect to spend your days caring for your little new pal but its all upended when his charming uncle arrives to stay for the holidays. [2.1k]

[paul mescal x reader]

masterlist | previous

warnings: kinda angst, sort of complicated family dynamics, emotional tension, little bit of slowburn

note: hiii I got a nugget of inspiration for this one and ran with it! Posts are going to be a lot more less frequent (I know I've been doing a very shit job as of lately, I'm so sorryyyy) since I’ll most likely be swamped with practicum stuff but I’ll try my best! 

The rain hasn’t let up all day. It batters on the sides of the house, the wind outside howling through the cliffs outside. It makes the house feel smaller, the storm trapping you inside like a restless kind of heartbeat. The late afternoon is dark but not necessarily gloomy, you can hear the waves beating down on the cliffs.

Callum sits on the living room carpet, whining about how utterly bored he is. He shifts between his toys, huffing and puffing, he wants to play with Uncle P, he wonders why his mum is taking so looong at work and so on. You’ve been trying to give him anything and everything to do, lounging in front of the fire with him. When he tosses a stuffed animal at you, an idea suddenly takes shape in your mind

“What if we bake something?” you suggest, turning to face him. His eyebrows scrunch before his eyes brighten slightly. “Cake?”

You grin at him. “Better, cookies.”

Callum squeals, abandoning his toys and bolting for the kitchen. You follow behind him chuckling slightly as you begin to roll up your sleeves. When you come around the corner, he’s pushing a stool over to a spot where he can stand next to you. You tell him to pull out the bowl and measuring cups, things he can reach as you pull out ingredients from the cabinets and fridge. 

Soon enough he’s standing on the stool, tiny hand covered in flour, giggling as you swipe a bit onto his nose. He retaliates, cupping your cheeks with his dusty fingers. You let out a laugh, prying his fingers away. 

You turn away, leaning over to set the oven when he lets out an excited squeal. He holds out a chunk of half-mixed dough, expression of surprise on his face of how the bottom of the bowl is still flour and hasn’t mixed in with the other ingredients. 

“Mamaííín, look!” he beams before throwing it back into the bowl. You barely register the word at first—until you spot a new presence in the room. You had barely heard the opening door and the setting down of shoes. 

Niamh stands in the kitchen doorway, her expression unreadable. Her hair is damp from the rain outside, the front of her shirt speckled with drying drops of rain. 

For a moment, you hesitate, guilt twisting in your gut—but Callum doesn’t notice. He continues mixing the cookie dough. He giggles to himself, cutting himself off when he looks up and spots his mum.

“Mam!” he cries, flinging himself at her, not caring for his flour covered palms as he presses them into her navy blue dress pants. She smiles, it looks a little forced as she sinks to her knees to kiss him, fingers swiping at the flour on his cheeks.

You hear the back door swing open. Paul steps in, hoodie pulled over his head as he stops just inside the doorway. He surveys the scene: flour-dusted counters, Callum’s delighted laughter, you swiping at your face.

His lips quirk as he meets your gaze. “You two are a mess.”

You can’t help the nervous laugh that escapes your mouth. “It’s a masterpiece, actually.”

Paul strides forward, plucking some well mixed cookie dough and popping it into his mouth. Callum gasps, pulling away from Niamh as soon as he lays eyes on the man. “Uncle P! You’ve come to steal!”

Paul smiles at the boy, ruffling his hair and smirking. “Just making sure it's safe to eat, mate.” He raises his hands in the air defensively. 

You smile at the interaction, a beat passing as you see Niamh move from the corner of your eye. You catch her look as she moves up the stairs. The way it lingers on the three of you, how her lips press into a thin line. She doesn’t say anything. She just turns and leaves. 

✧・゚: ✧・゚:

An hour later, the cookies are cooling, the house filled with the scent of warm sugar and chocolate. The rain is relentless, still heavy against the glass. Niamh sits in her office, door open as she sifts through paperwork and reports. You’re sure she’s not doing it for any reason, but you can feel her eyes following you. 

You move around the kitchen, now plating the soup you’ve made for dinner. It’s a trick you’ve begun to use on Callum to get him to eat his vegetables, a sort of cream of pumpkin paired with a side of chicken and fries. He finds it amazing how a soup can be bright orange. You can hear him from his spot from earlier, stacking blocks on the floor.

His eyebrows are furrowed in concentration. He tries, again and again, to build a tall tower, but each time it topples over. You stand at the kitchen island, grimace beginning to bud on your face as you watch the tower begin to lean again. 

“No!” he huffs, frustrated, smacking away the pieces that still stand. 

You can see Niamh shift in her chair, rising to make her way to her son. She signals to you as if to say, don’t worry, I got this. 

But the boy closes his eyes as tears begin to bead down his cheeks, rushing to your side just as Niamh reaches him. “Mamaíín, help!” he cries, his little hands clutching at your sweater. His eyes are wide and expectant as tears continue to fall. 

You pick him up, setting him up on a free spot on the counter. You soothe him without hesitation. 

“How about we take a little break, have some of the orange soup and we can try again afterwards?” 

He sniffles, his lower lip quivering slightly as he nods. He rubs at his eyes, burying his head in your chest momentarily before you set him on the floor again. He disappears up the stairs, mumbling something about getting Uncle P for dinner. 

You let out a sigh of relief, the weight of the moment leaving you slightly. It's a touch and go feeling as you see Niamh sitting on the floor by Callum’s toys, a block trapped between her fingers. Her gaze is sharp, not quite angry, not quite anything you can name–but something close. 

You can feel it in your bones. The shift. The crack of something unspoken. 

Dinner is quiet. Quiet to the point where it feels uncomfortable. 

Callum, with renewed energy, kicks his feet under the table. He calls out your name as you scoop a mouthful of soup into your mouth. “Can we go to the park tomorrow?” 

You smile at him. “If the rain stops, sure.”

Callum claps his hands. “And can Uncle Paul come too?”

There’s a beat of silence.

You freeze.

Paul, halfway through a bite, raising an eyebrow meets your wide eyes before glancing at Niamh. 

She’s also gone completely. 

The air around you feels tight, not that Callumm notices at all. He just waits expectantly, swinging his legs.

It's like when you want to make plans but don’t want a certain person there—you just avoid mentioning them when they’re around. His question makes you feel bad; he genuinely wants both you and Paul there. You know he isn't leaving his mom out with any ill intent—he knows she'll be at work. But still, it makes you wince.

Paull is the first to break the tension, chuckling lightly. “I don’t know, mate. I might be busy.”

Callum frowns, “Too busy for us?”

Paul reaches over to caress the side of his face gently. “Never.”

You force a smile, but you can feel the weight of Niamh’s silence for the rest of the meal. 

✧・゚: ✧・゚:

With Callum in bed and Niamh retired in her room, you step out onto the back porch, needing air. You lean against the door, watching as the storm settles into a slow drizzle, mist curling over the cliffs. 

Paul is already out there, leaning against the railing, a lit cigarette tucked between his fingers. He exhales slowly, the smoke curling over his lips as his eyes flicker over you. The damp air seems to settle on your shoulders as you step closer to him. 

“She’s always been like that,” he says, as if picking up a conversation that hasn’t started yet. You exhale, tilting your head up slightly to stare up at the pieces of sky that have begun to peak out from behind the clouds. “She has every right to be.”

Paul raises an eyebrow. “Does she?”

You swallow, shifting your weight from foot to foot. “I mean… yeah.” YOu huff out a laugh, but it’s hollow, just air. Tired. “Callum’s her kid, and he’s asking for me more than her. I feel bad about it. It's not like I’m trying to take over her role as his mum, I’m just doing my job—but if I were her I’d be upset too.”

Paul takes a slow drag of his cigarette before tapping the ash onto the railing. “You’re just doing what you were hired to do.”

You nod. “Exactly.”

But you don’t sound convinced.

Paul watches you, your eyebrows furrowed, your hands twisting in each other on top of the railing. He tilts his head slightly. “And yet, you still feel shit about it.”

You let out a shaky breath, rubbing your arms. “Because it’s not my place. She’s his mother. And the last thing I want is to make her feel like I’m—” you stop short, shaking your head, the thought almost unthinkable. “I don’t know. Replacing her or something.”

Paul is quiet for a long moment. When he finally speaks, his voice is lower, quieter. “You’re not replacing her, Birdie. You’re just doing your job and that just happens to come with the territory.”

Something about how he says it—like he knows exactly what it feels like—it makes your chest feel tight. 

You don’t respond.

The sound of waves fills the silence between you. He lets it stretch before finally breaking it, his tone lighter now. 

“You’ve got flour in your hair.” 

You blink. “What?”

Paul smirks, reaching out. His fingers brush against your temple as he tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering just for a second too long. 

You should step back. 

But you don’t.

Neither of you do. 

Paul pulls away first, shaking his head with a lazy grin. “I’m going to make some tea.”

And then he’s gone, disappearing back into the house. 

✧・゚: ✧・゚:

You linger on the back porch for a while after Paul leaves, your thoughts twisting around themselves. The conversation replays in the back of your mind like a broken record—Paul’s dismissal, your own guilt, his fingers lingering in your hair for a second too long. 

Eventually, the cold seeps into your skin and you sigh, turning back towards the house. 

As soon as you step in, he’s there, sitting at the island, cup of tea in his hand. He smiles at you as you silently pull off your shoes and move into the kitchen. 

The house is quiet, the only sound being the hum of the refrigerator and the almost inaudible patter of the rain. He watches as you pour yourself a cup, setting yourself right next to him at the island. The space between you feels all too small, too charged. 

You reach to grab the sugar from the middle of the counter, just as he does the same. Your fingers brush, sending a jump in your heartbeat. His eyes meet yours carefully, his gaze flickering just slightly. 

He’s close enough to you that you can feel the warmth of his body radiating off him. The scent of him—the cigarette smoke and something deeper, something distinctly him. A scent you’d been smelling for a couple days but just now can put a finger on it. It lingers between the two of you. 

You swallow hard, fingers wrapping around the container. He smirks. 

“Ladies first.”

The moment bursts like a bubble, the tension disappearing as you let out a breath. His nonchalance slips back into place as he waits for you to finish before reaching for the container. 

Neither of you want to acknowledge what just happened. 

You don’t have to. 

Pulling yourself from your seat, you bid him goodnight shyly. There’s a sleepy smile on his face. 

“Night, Birdie.”

a/n: helloo, if you gotten this far I wanted to say thank you for reading! any feedback and reblogs are appreciated :)))

[nozo-muu]

HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING, RIGHT?

Pairings: Lip Gallagher X male!reader, (implied) Ian Gallagher X Mickey Milkovich 

Genre: typical best friend’s brother trope, questioning sexuality, mentions of alcohol and drugs, kissing

Author's note: This is for male readers. I’ve used my shameless OC, Rust Anderson, as the main character, but this can be viewed as an x Reader too (if you change Rust's name to yours lmao, I just don't like using y/n, sorry). I’ve added another OC of mine, whose name is Carina Flores… I also love changing characters' personalities, so sometimes they might be a bit OOC (sorry in advance).

This is supposed to be the night that was mentioned in this fic ;)

God fucking damnit, this took ages. I'm not a big fan of the ending, but oh well. 

Gosh, he was perfect… The way he walked, the way he talked, the way his eyes wrinkled when he smiled. Everyone knew him, everyone liked him, the kid the Andersons had adopted, rumored to be the bastard child of some CEO from the north side. He had the heart of an angel, which was weird to see in the southside. 

He could always be seen sitting next to his friend Carina Flores, another adopted orphan in the neighborhood. The duo was inseparable, having met in foster care before being adopted, him by the Andersons, her by the Flores, and luckily living in the same city. They hung out so much everyone assumed they were dating.

It was a normal Friday; he, Carina, and their two friends, Mandy Milkovich and Ian Gallagher, were hanging out during a break.

People loved talking about those four, an unlikely group, really. Two kids from “problematic” families, the token smart and pretty popular girl and the unbelievably nice child of the Andersons. 

“I want to go home already…” Carina whined. 

“Only two hours of torture left.”  Ian replied.

Engrossed in their conversation, they didn’t hear some older guy approach them.

“Hey! We’re throwing a party tonight. We're inviting everyone, you guys should come.”

Rust turned around, looking up and down at the other boy.

“We’ll think about it, thanks for inviting us, tho.”

“Cool, hope to see you tonight.”

With that, the guy turned around and disappeared. 

“Seems like we have something to look forward to tonight, then!” - Mandy exclaimed, shoving Carina’s arm slightly.

“Yeah, sounds like a plan.” Ian replied.

“We can meet at mine before… 6.30 sound good?” 

“Yeah!” The other three exclaimed.

…

It was around 6 when the doorbell first rang. Rust ran down the stairs and opened it to see Carina, who was carrying a bag full of clothes to get ready. 

“You sure do come prepared.” Rust said sarcastically. 

They made their way to Rust’s room, which was neatly decorated with witchy and music stuff. Turning on some music, they started getting ready, up until about half an hour later, when the doorbell rang again. 

Carina was putting on her makeup when Rust came back with Ian and Mandy behind him. 

“Wow, you guys took this seriously!” Ian said while observing the mess in Rust’s room and the elaborate outfits they had picked out. 

“Antes muerta que sencilla” (I prefer being dead than looking boring), Carina retorts.

Rust chuckles, taking out a bottle of vodka from under his pillow.

“Let's get this started then!” Rust wiggles the bottle while grinning. 

“Fuck yeah!” - Ian exclaims.

They changed the music to something more lively to get into the party spirit and started taking shots. 

The time to get to the party approached. It was 8h30, and the alcohol had already started working its effects. 

They made their way to some warehouse the guy from before had given them. Rust and Karina were dancing around while Ian and Mandy were laughing together, seeing how excited their two friends were for the party. 

Once they arrived, they noticed how lively the atmosphere was. A bunch of people were dancing, making out in the corners, talking… and the bar wasn't short of drinks. 

“I could go for another drink.” Ian said, looking at the group. 

“Yeah, downing a whole bottle obviously wasn't enough.” Rust replies, chuckling. 

“Mandy and I are going to go dance, we’ll join you guys later.” Carina said. 

The guys waved them goodbye while they made their way to the makeshift bar the students had created. A guy from an upper grade greeted them. 

“Oh shit! Another Gallagher. I’ve seen your brother around here somewhere.”

“Lip is here?” Rust exclaimed, raising an eyebrow. 

“He did say he had something to do…” Ian replied.

“Ok then, what should I pour you guys?” 

“I'll take a vodka soda, better to not mix alcohols.” 

“Yeah, I'll take one too.” 

The guy poured their drinks and handed them to the pair. 

That's when they felt a hand on their shoulders. Turning to see who it is, they see Lip, cigarette between his lips. 

“Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.” Rust exclaimed, smiling. 

Ian rolled his eyes and turned fully to his brother. 

“You didn't say you were coming.” Ian stated dryly.

“I didn't know you guys would be here. Why bother telling you.” He looked around. “Where are the girls?” 

“Somewhere, dancing around. We were gonna join them.”

Lip looked up and down his brother's best friend's body, admiring how well he was dressed and how his clothes hugged his figure. 

“I'll go with you guys, my friend ditched me for some chick. He won't be back anytime soon.” 

Rust chuckled and Ian sighed. They made their way to the dance floor, where their two friends were already dancing. Rust immediately joined them, but the two brothers stayed a little behind, moving a bit awkwardly. 

They couldn't help but chuckle at how their friends were commanding the attention, already having people join their circle while dancing. 

Mandy had already started flirting with some guy, Carina was shining under the spotlight put on her, and Rust, well, let's just say he was a little touchy with a girl that he had started dancing with. 

It was a weird feeling, but Lip felt a pang of jealousy… was it jealousy? He didn't really know, but what he did understand was that he wanted it to stop. 

When he looked around, he found that Ian had disappeared, but he caught a glimpse of him walking out with someone… Was that Milkovich? 

To be honest, he couldn't care less right now. He looked back at the other three, deciding to join them. There was nothing to lose, right? 

As he was approaching, Rust grabbed his wrist and pulled him to the circle beside him. 

Even though Rust was still dancing with a girl, this action made Lip’s heart skip a beat. And the way he was looking at him while still grinding on her. He knew what he was doing, right? He had to.

After a little while, Lip and Rust made their way to the bar again, where they ordered another round. Once they got their drink, Lip got up.

“I'm gonna go for a smoke.”

“I'll go with you, I need some fresh air.” 

They got out via the back door and sat on some stacked crates not far away. 

The weird intimacy of the moment made Lip's heart rate accelerate. It was rare for him to feel like this for anyone, let alone a guy. He sighed. 

This made Rust smile. 

“No luck with the ladies today, huh?” 

“Hmm. Can't say the same about you. That girl was enamored. And the guy at the bar was almost drooling while looking at you.” 

“Someone jealous?” Rust said jokingly. 

He really didn't know, did he? The effect he had on people. The way everyone would feel welcome by his demeanor. The way he would be so enticing while dancing, the way he made Lip's heart rate speed up…

“No.” He said while exhaling the smoke. He handed it to Rust with a raised eyebrow. 

“No thanks, I have enough with the edible Carina gave me.”

Lip chuckled. 

“How… how did you know you were bi?”

Rust looked at him, raising an eyebrow, shocked by the sudden question. He didn't feel like joking around, so he answered truthfully Lip's question.

“Trust me, you know. A sudden crush on some guy you know, the urge to kiss him…” 

Lip hummed. 

“Why? Someone caught your eye?” Rust asked. 

Lip sighed, looking at him. The alcohol had clouded his thoughts, and the weed wasn't helping his case. He leaned in and pressed his lips against Rust's. 

Rust let out a muffled sound. He debated whether or not to pull back. But god, he had wanted this for so long. 

When Lip pulled back, he looked at the other boy. He was scared, to say the least. What the fuck did he just do? Did he ruin one of the best friendships he had? 

“I'm sorry, I got carried away. I…” Lip said. 

“Lip…” 

“It's just… I… I don't know what came over me. You just looked so good, and I wanted to kiss you… I'm sorry.” 

“Lip, I didn't pull away, did I?”

He looked up, surprised by his response. 

“Can I… do it again?”

“Bring it on.” 

They made out for a while until they decided to go back inside since it was getting cold. They spent the remainder of the night dancing together. Luckily, people were too drunk to remember, and Ian was still somewhere with Mickey. Oh, and Carina and Mandy… they didn't care and were occupied with something, or rather, someone else.

[astro-eats]

Fragile

Gangle angst for you as a treat

(some headcanon stuff, like gangles expression glitching when her emotions get too much to handle. That'll probably come later Sorry if that makes it unenjoyable :(!!! But there's probably abstragedy crumbs so.. I may be projecting but who are you to judge >:( also sorry if the spacing is weird, I did it double enter button because it sorta just blends together in my mind if I dont.. Also tw: SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, gangle is DEPRESSED, gay)

Gangle hated the way she was so fragile. One small push could send her over the edge. She couldn't just keep going like she had been told to. "Keep going!" is pointless encouragement anyway. It wasn't easy. It wasn't a two word sentence that could be slapped onto every issue. It was hard to keep going. It was hard to find it in herself to even get out of bed. How could she keep going when everything that happened to her made it so difficult? How, when everything was against her, when everything was hurting her and pushing her to the point she didn't feel the want to live anymore, people expected her to keep going? They expected too much.

But she had to keep going. For her friends, for the people she loved, for the person she loved. That didn't change the fact that it hurt. It's unfair. Everyone seems to be so put together. While she was still in her bed, staring at the roof, just listening. Listening to her friends laughing. It was so strange to hear people laugh while she was rotting.

Eventually, the laughter and chatter stopped. She couldn't make out just when it stopped. It was there, then it wasn't. Was everyone asleep? What time was it?

She tried to stand up, to see what was going on. It was too disorienting to just stay unknowing. Her legs seemed to have given up, as if they realized they're just ribbons. She gave up with them, sitting helplessly beside her bed. Why did she have to be the one made of ribbon? She was already emotionally fragile, so why did she have to be physically too? Why was every odd not in her favor.

...

It was daytime now. Time seemed even more off than usual. Had she even fallen asleep? Was she just staring at nothing for all that time? What does it matter. She was gonna do better today. She had to. For their sake more than for her own.

She stood up again. Still weak, still fragile. She took a moment, just trying to get it together. She needed everything to be more clear. Less disorienting.

She walked to her door. She slowly opened it, unsure about all of this. She didn't want to leave. But she had to. She had to keep going. Keep going..

She left her room. Her depressing deathbed. She took a moment to adjust. It was bright, and Caine was talking about the adventure. Huh. No one had checked to see if she wanted to join. They usually did. Even though she didn't want to do the adventure, she walked over and joined the others. Mostly out of spite towards the fact no one came to her.

Zooble was the first one to notice her. She noticed them. They noticed each other. Their parts seemed uncomfortable today. But still, they walked over to her.

"Hey Gangle. You didn't leave your room yesterday. I'm sorry for not checking on you, but I thought it'd be best to give you some space..."

They looked sorry. She just looked confused. She never wanted space from them. But then again, she did. She spoke, her voice attempting to mask her emotional turmoil.

"I- I'm sorry for not leaving... I was... exhausted..."

Exhausted was an astronomical understatement. She felt depressed, tired, done. It looked like Zooble picked up on that, but they wouldn't try and force it put of her. They wanted her to feel like she can say things on her own schedule. But then again, they didn't want her suppressing it...

"Gangle, it's okay. Take as much time as you need. I'm here for you."

That was comforting. Before Gangle could respond, Caines headache inducing voice appeared. The adventure...

"Good morning my scrumdiddlyumptious superstars! Today's adventure is-"

Caine was so rudely interrupted by bubble. It's voice was slightly more annoying than Caines, if that's possible.

"We're launching you to sp-!"

Bubble was then popped.

"AS I WAS SAYING, Today's adventure issss..."

Dead silence. Gangle wanted to leave...

"I.. Haven't made a name for it. B- but! You guys have to deliver stars to a special alien! They lost 100 stars, scattered around mars! YOU need to deliver them back!"

...

The group was then shoved into a portal, sending them all shifting up to mars. They magically all had suits similar to an astronauts, branded with a C&A logo. Huh.

Everyone landed onto the planet, landing. Jax landed on his face. Ha. If only he was the fragile one. Gangle landed right next to Zooble. Ragatha, Kinger, and Pomni landed closer to the Martian they needed to speak to. Every one stood up and silently made their ways to the alien.

Ragatha was the first to speak to them. She tapped their shoulder, causing them to start crying..

"I- I lost my stars..! Please help me find them!" The alien was sobbing. The stars couldn't have been THAT important. But maybe they were. Just like Gangles comedy mask, getting taken from her. And no one seemed to care, except Zooble.

This wasnt different than the other adventures. Helping an npc, running around, being tired and exhausted and burnt out... Ragatha and the Alien went back and forth, talking.

"We'll find your stars for you! Right guys?" Ragatha spoke in a way too happy tone.

"Oh thank you!" the alien seemed to have changed their mood entirely. There were no traces of them ever being sad or crying. "The stars are most likely gonna be gathered together in groups!"

Ragatha looked towards the rest of the group, then back at the alien. Ragatha smiled that warm, fake smile.

Everyone had started gathering stars. The suits had a "star collector." You put the star in it and the stars magically go to the alien. That made it easier.

Gangle was being slow. She didn't care for the adventure. She picked up the way too bright stars, put them in the "star collector," and repeated. The repetitive-ness was agony. Pick up, put in, repeat. It left too much time to be stuck with her thoughts.

She sighed, giving up. She walked around a bit, ignoring the stars. At least the scenery was pretty. She could see the planets, the sun, earth. Home. She wanted to go back. Was that actually earth? Was that the humanity that was stripped from her, just planets away? It was silly, but it held some sort of hope.

But it wasn't real. It was a simulation. Despite how much she wished it wasn't...

She sat down, viewing the planets. The stars that weren't the overly neon ones they needed to collect. She laid back. This felt peaceful. Space was beautiful. She let out a sigh. This was refreshing. She wanted to hide from Caine and not go back to the circus. She'd keep Zooble of course. Speaking of Zooble..

Zooble silently sat down next to her, looking at the vast sea of stars and planets. The galaxies colors. All it had to offer. They took off the helmet. Its not like they needed it anyway. Gangle repeated their action, taking hers off as well. She silently leaned against their shoulder, looking at the peaceful view. Zooble was comfortable, sitting with their closest friend and viewing the galaxy. Words weren't needed. Meteors showered the sky, washing it with peace. But peace didn't last forever.

Jax took a seat next to them. He was NOT welcome. Gangle didn't like this at all. Not when this was the only moment of peace she's had for a while. Zooble seemed to pick up on that.

"Jax. What are you doing?" Their antennae were vibrating. It was clear they needed the peace too.

"Whatt? Am I not welcome?" He had his dumb, "innocent" tone of voice.

"You're not. There's a whole planet for you to sit and look at stars, go find somewhere else." Zooble was staying calm, just so they didn't end up putting stress on Gangle. That was the last thing she needed, and they knew it.

"Wow, zooby! I didn't know you could be this cruel. I was just tryna have some friendly bonding time!"

"Leave."

Silence. What else could he say or do? He didn't think of anything, so he just left. He seemed less set on annoying them today. Maybe because the reevaluation worked. Gangle regretted that...

The two went back to just looking at the stars. They felt serenity again. Maybe this would be a good time for Gangle to open up. Or would it ruin this? She hadn't spoken a single word to them on this adventure. She needed the peace of not having to talk. Not having to explain herself. But she also knew she owed them an explanation.

"Zooble..." She spoke up, deciding to just do it. Her voice was soft and quiet.. She needed to talk. She couldn't just keep it in.

"Yes?" They responded automatically. Their voice was also soft, but still carried their slightly raspy tone.

"I'm... I should probably explain.. I don't really have the answers to everything, all I know is that I'm.. I'm just exhausted. I shouldn't have locked myself in a room and not communicate anything, so I'm sorry."

Zooble took a moment to process it. Not that it was something that hurt them, they just didn't want her to be hurting. They spoke, their tone slightly softer and quieter. "Gangle.. Don't be sorry. Everyone needs time. You don't need to apologize. But I am worried about you. Could you tell me more? I'm not trying to push or anything, I just want to know how to help."

"... I don't know how to explain it.." Her voice was breaking. She was struggling, and had issues. She didn't know what would help.

Zooble silently wrapped their arms around her. They were being very gentle. She needed that. A lot. She hugged them, her face against their shoulder. She cried softly, her tears floating into space with the stars.

They let everyone else do the work for the rest of the adventure, staying together and grabbing onto this peace. Once all the stars were found, everyone got teleported back to the Alien.

"Thank you for finding my stars! I'm so grateful! Take this as a thank you gift." The alien then gave everyone a star shaped candy. Caine was adding in-adventure rewards? Cool. Zooble gave theirs to Gangle, which made her smile.

Everyone left back through the portal, reentering the loud and chaotic circus. Gangle seemed completely drained, despite only picking up about 6 stars. Zooble seemed drained too (they didn't pick up any.) Caine appeared, holding a buffet tray with that circular lid. You know the kind. He opened it, revealing bubble. It had its chef hat on. Gangle and Zooble both walked away without a word, not going to stay for that.

The two walked together in the hallways, a silent agreement to hang out and relax together. Once they got to Gangles room, Gangle collapsed on the bed. She just wanted to sleep.

Little did they know, Jax was planning things. He wanted to get Gangle back for the reevaluation, despite her already apologizing. (And he deserved it, but he won't admit that.)

A/N: ALRIGHT I am TIRED I'm sorry if this isn't the best I don't write a lot

I'll write part two if I don't get bullied 🙏

But uh the mask glitching part didn't fit anywhere so far (that means its gonna get so much worse for the sake of angst that makes me cry because why not)

Also notice the uh ASTRONOMICAL understatement part

Gays I did subtle foreshadowing 👅

also me reference

The alien is not me though

Uhm

Goodbye

[mountquokka]

Hii!! Can u please write a jisung smut where while u both are doing it the members walk in the dorm and u both are trying to be quiet but jisungs making it hard and when u both leave the room skz tease u<33 I love ur writing♥️💝💗

We gotta stay Quiet

Han Jisung X fem!reader

Word count: 873

Warnings: jumps right into smut, dom Jisung, sub reader, no protection (no), teasing from other members, nicknames (mamas, baby), poor innie gets traumatized for a moment, let me know if I missed any

Taglist <3: @hongjoongtime117 @lee-sang1625 @wontini

Thank you so much for the request🥹 I really appreciate it 🫶🏽

“Fuck Ji~ that feels so good.”

The sound of the headboard banging against the wall echoes throughout the empty dorms. “Yeah? It feels good when I pound into you like this?” You moan his name as he continues to thrust into you. “Yes! Yes it feels so good~” Jisung sneaks his hand down and rubs your clit and you nearly scream. “Are you getting close mamas? You clenching me so tight” You whimper and nod.

Before Jisung gets a chance to let you cum, you hear the front door. You both pause for a second before Jisung starts to slowly start thrusting into you. Your eyes widen and you try and stop his hips. He grabs your wrist and holds it above your head. “Ji, we aren’t alone anymore. They’ll catch us” “Not if we stay quiet.” He smirks and starts his thrusts up again.

You slap your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans. Jisung brings his mouth down to your breast to muffle his own groans. “Your clenching me even tighter than before baby. Do you like the idea of the guys catching us?” You moan a little too loud, hoping they didn’t hear you from the other side of the door. 

“Did you guys hear that?” Jeongin says to the others. “What did you hear Innie?” Seungmin asks as Jeongin follows where he thinks he heard the sound and stops in front of Jisung’s door. Once he gets there he hears that same sound again but a little louder. His eyes widen when he realizes what’s happening. He slowly walks back over like he’d seen a ghost and sits on the couch. “Are you ok? What did you hear?” Chan asked slightly worried. He points the guys over to the Jisung’s door. “H-Han-Hannie. He- He… Oh my god” They all go over to the door and press their ears to it wait for what ever Jeongin heard.

“JI! FUCK~!”

“You gotta be quiet mamas, we don’t need them to hear us”

“I’m sorry, it just feels so good”

“Yeah you like that baby? I can tell you’re close. Cum for me baby”

All the guys look at each other in shock. Hyunjin and Changbin start snickering to each other as they head back to the living room area. “There’s no way that just happened” “Right you would think they would’ve stopped when we came in. Poor Innie is scarred now.” Changbin and Hyunjin continue to laugh. “Alright guys cut it out” Chan face palms.

After you and Jisung released, you cleaned up and cuddled for a while. When you both decided to get something to snack on, you both get up and head to the kitchen. Some of the guys were sitting in the living room, some also in the kitchen. “Hey guys what’s up?” Jisung asked acting completely normal. “Nothing much just chilling. What were you guys up to?” Felix says trying to hide a smirk. You and Jisung look at each other and simultaneously say “nothing” Hyunjin bursted into laughter from the kitchen “that didn’t sound like nothing to me” “Ji Fuck!” Changbin continues from the living room. You feel your cheeks heat up; so they were able to hear us. “We were just playing a game and I was beating her” More laughter. This time Lee know and Seungmin joining in. “Oh I bet you were beating her REAL good” Lee know chuckles. “What was the game? Who can leave more hickeys on the other?”  Seungmin said smugly. Even more laugher. Jeongin join in this time. Chan trying his hardest not to laugh.

You hide your face in the side of Jisung. “Ok guys, you can stop now. You’re embarrassing her” Felix comes over to the two of you and gives you a side hug “You know we're just messing around. It's all out of love, isn’t that right mamas” The guys start laughing again, even harder this time. You smack Felix’s chest as he makes his way back to the kitchen. “Are you all done yet?” The laughter dies down a little before someone snickers and they start laughing all over again.

“Ok ok that’s enough. Isn’t it obvious we’re not making them feel good?” Chan says before he bursts into laughter and the others join in again. “Ji make them stop, I can’t take anymore teasing.” He couldn’t either, he pulls you back into his room all the laughter fading in the background.

“Are you ok baby?” You nod your head “ Yeah I’m ok, I just couldn’t handle all the teasing.” He kisses your forehead. “I’m sorry Y/N. I should’ve just stopped when the door opened. Stupid horny brain” “Hey it’s ok, I’m glad you didn’t stop. I think that was the hardest I came in a while.” Jisung smirks “Oh really? Should we do it again? Maybe I can get you to squirt this time.” You smack Jisung’s chest “I already can’t handle the teasing right now and you’ll make it even worse you pabo” “ok ok, but you are ok right?” You pull his face towards yours and peck his lips “Yes I’m ok, just tell Felix to never call me mamas ever again” Jisung chuckles and nods “Ok I’ll tell him.”

[mattsbrowser]

THINK LATER

| summary: you take the quote “live now think later” to the next level, leaving you spending an unforgettable night with someone from your local club, what happens when it turns into something more than just a fling?

| warnings: public fingering, drug use, alcohol, making out, getting high for first time, smut(in later parts), cheating, toxic relationship

Met you in a night out in Boston

Put your hand on my thigh in the Commons

It was just another Friday night in my hometown, and I found myself at my favorite club with my friends. After a god-awful week, all I needed was a shot or two to clear my head. We enter the club, music blaring, lights flashing, people making out and half of them blackout drunk either dancing, or on the floor.

A sigh escapes my lips as my friends walk ahead to the bar. They order their drinks, me trailing behind. I sit on one of the stools next to one of my friends and order a drink. I turn around on my chair to lean again the bar. I scan the room finding mostly people who don’t even know their own name leading to me rolling my eyes.

Drink after drink, I become more carefree. My friends lead us all up to the dance-floor as different songs play. The alcohol takes over my body, making me sway my hips and rub my hands through my hair. Whilst dancing near my friends I feel a pair of hands land on either side of my hips. I throw my friends a confused look before turning around.

I’m met with a brunette boy, his eyes a piercing blue colour, a baseball cap on backwards and a smirk on his face. “hey pretty girl” he says, I look up at him with a smile “hi” I reply back. I slightly sway on my feet with a smile as my eyes stay looking upwards at him. “you from around here?” He asks. I nod in return, “yeah I’m from Somerville” I say over the music. His face lights up slightly, “no way I’m from there too!” He exclaims, merely excited.

We continue talking for a while, working our way over to a nearby table so we can hear each other better. My friends are still up dancing and grinding on random dudes they met, causing me to let out chuckles to myself. My legs are draped over Chris’, my back leaning against the booth wall, his hand rested on my thigh. I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my chest at the gentle touch.

"So, tell me more about yourself," Chris said, his eyes locked onto mine as he leaned in closer. His voice was low and smooth, sending a shiver down my spine.I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of ease with him that I hadn't expected. "What do you want to know?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Chris's gaze roamed my face, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "Everything," he said, his voice dripping with sincerity. I laughed, feeling a sense of playfulness wash over me. "That's a pretty broad topic," I teased, my leg brushing against his as I shifted in my seat. Chris's hand tightened on my thigh, his fingers sending sparks of electricity through my skin. "I'm willing to take my time," he said, his voice low and husky.

The air between us seemed to vibrate with tension, the kind that hinted at something more. I caught myself holding my breath, my heart racing at the promise in his words. We locked eyes, the connection between us crackling like a live wire. Chris cracks a small smirk as I bite my lip. “What do you say, we get out of here to a more ‘quiet’ area hm?” He asks, motioning his head to the door.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I nodded, my mouth suddenly dry. The idea of being alone with Chris, with no distractions and no prying eyes, sent a thrill of excitement through me. As we made our way out of the crowded club, the sounds of laughter and music grew fainter, replaced by the soft rustle of pavement and the clink of the heels on my feet. Chris's hand brushed against mine, sending sparks through me, and I felt my pulse quicken.

The cool air brushes on my face causing me to let out a sigh. I cross my arms over my body as the coolness traces goosebumps along my skin. A long shiver runs through me as I walk alongside Chris. “Do you uh— do you want my jacket?” He asks. I stop and turn to look at him. “Yeah sure” I say with a smile. He smiles back, softly. Chris gently places the jacket around my shoulders, slipping my hands into each sleeve. I snuggle into the jacket with a sigh.

“Thank you” I mumble out. “Don’t mention it” he smiles, placing his hands into his back pockets. We continue walking for a while before reaching the park. We continue strolling into the night before finding a secluded bench near a street lamp. I take a seat, crunching myself with my arms, attempting to shield myself from the cold.

Chris sits down beside me, his eyes gazing out into the darkness of the park. The street lamp above us casts a warm orange glow, illuminating the subtle features of his face. I can't help but notice the way his eyelashes cast a shadow on his cheeks, or the gentle slope of his nose. “So” he starts, snapping me out of my trance. “You smoke?” He asks, turning to look at me.

I cock my head in confusion and furrow my brows. “Why do you ask?” I say. Chris sits up and reaches into his back pocket, a smug look on his face. He pulls out a small zip lock bag with dried, crumbly green buds. My eyes slightly widen in shock. Chris lets out a chuckle, taking out a grinder also. “Relax ma, you don’t gotta do none” he says. I stare at him for a moment, watching as he prepares two joints.

“No, I want to” I ramble out before my brain even processes what I’ve just said. He gives me an uncertain look, “You sure? You ever even smoke before?” He asks, continuing the grinder until the substance is crushed evenly. “I mean— I have once in like, middle school” I say. He pouts his bottom lip out and nods his head, “I didn’t take you as the kind to do this stuff” he says. “You don’t even know the half of it” I say out, looking around the empty park.

He finishes grinding before tapping the green, herb like material into his rolling paper. I watch in awe as his tongue prods at the side of his mouth in concentration. He curates a straight line, placing his fingers on one side to pinch it and roll it up. Once he’s happy he grabs a lighter, cupping the blunt with one hand to prevent the wind from blowing out the fire. He leans back taking a drag from the freshly rolled blunt, manspreading and exhaling.

My breath catches in my throat as I watch him. He looked almost edible, his jawline so defined due to the lighting, the way he breathed out the smoke that uncirculated his lungs. It was like something from a movie, one I was in. He looks over at me once again, “do you want a hit?” He asks, holding the blunt out in-front of me. I carefully take it from his grasps, clutching it between my thumb and index finger.

I take a pull and inhale, slightly coughing before handing it back to him. I feel the smoke fill my lungs, “fuck me- I haven’t done that in so long” I say in between small coughs. Chris lets out chuckles as he watches me struggle. After a while, the blunt burns out, Chris leaving it on the floor and twisting his foot over it. My legs are draped over his once again, his hand stroking my thigh with his thumb.

I lay my head back on the arm of the bench, looking up at the stars. I let out an exhale before closing my eyes. Chris watches me, the way the light casts over my features, outline my lashes that gently flutter against my cheek, defining my jawline and the wind blowing the small hairs from my face. He watches in awe, one hand on the back of the bench, other hand placed in my thigh.

After a while, Chris and I are too far gone to even think straight. Both of us looking up to the twinkling stars. I’ve moved to lay on Chris, my head in his lap. “Never thought I’d be smoking with some random dude from a club” I let out as a chuckle. “Well,” he brushes a strand of hair out of my face, “I never thought I’d be smoking with a random girl from a club either but, here we are” I chuckle in response .

He stays staring out at the entrance to the park, the cars speeding by being the only sort of sound. I stare at him, encapsulating his details. The way the backwards cap sits on his brown, messy hair, or the way the chain around his neck hangs over me as he looks down, the way the street lamps cause his eyes to deepen in the blue colour, even the way he manspreads as his arms lay across the bench.

He was—- beautiful

“Chris?” I peep out. He looks down at me, “hm?” he hums in response. I stay quiet, slightly biting my lip as I look at his pink, plump ones. My eyes meet his once again before my hand reaches around the back of his neck, pushing him into me. Our lips collide, our heads moving in synchronicity. I prod my tongue at the entrance to his mouth, shifting my body to sit up slightly. His hands grab a hold of my waist, turning me to the side and pulling me onto his lap. I moan at the movement, our lips never breaking contact.

I lean forward, cupping his face with my hands as I begin to grind on him. He lets out a low groan grips my ass, blunt still in one hand, and guides my movements. “Fuck” I whisper, pulling away from his lips and throwing my head back. I slam my lips against Chris’ once again, continuing my grinding. He gently places the blunt to the side of us on the bench. I feel his fingers tap my sides, “Up” he mumbles. I shift up onto my knees, his left hand staying out on my hip as his right hand slides between my shorts, pulling my thong to the side.

I slightly gasp as I feel his fingers swirl around my entrance. I let out a sigh and throw my head back. Chris watches me intently, every ounce of reaction from me engraved in his brain. I lightly bite my lip as he continues to tease my entrance. “Chris” I breathe out. He smirks up at me, his fingers lightly tracing around my clit. I whine leaning my head forward and onto his shoulder, “please Chris” I try and wiggle my hips to get any sort of friction.

He places gentle kisses on my shoulder and my neck, his fingers finally entering me. I let out a moan into his shoulder, muffling the noise level by biting his shirt. “Shhh ma, I know” he cooes into my ear. I grind against his fingers as he curls them to hit that sweet spot inside of me. His thumb finds its way on my clit rubbing small circles. “Chris— fuck” I groan out.

My jaw hangs open as he continues articulating his fingers in a rhythm that has my head spinning. I bury my head into his shoulder and wrap my arms around his neck, continuing my grinding against his fingers. “Oh” I squeal as his fingers graze against my g-spot repeatedly. “Cmon pretty girl, ride my fingers, juuuuust like that” Chris whispers in my ear followed by a groan. “Chris I’m— fuck, gonna cum” I moan against him. “Let go ma, cum on my fingers like a good girl” I whimper at his words as I continue grinding, the knot in my stomach building up.

His fingers continue curling against my g-spot as my legs tremble on either side of him. My jaw goes slack “mmph— fuck!” I yell into Chris’ shoulder as I reach my climax. His fingers never stop, helping me ride out my high as my juices coat his fingers. Eventually he pulls out, placing his fingers in his mouth and swirling his tongue around them. I pant against him, my head down low as I try to catch my breath. “Oh my god, that was incredible” I finally say, looking at Chris. “Well- the weed adds to it” he giggles keeping his hands on my hips and taking a hit from the blunt he saved.

Don’t know if it’s been a minute or an hour

I let out a low chuckle before hearing my phone ring. I roll my eyes and pull it from Chris’ jacket pocket. “Hello?” I say into the phone, “oh my fucking god y/n, I’ve been calling you for like 20 minutes, where the fuck are you?” My friend yells into the phone. “Chill out, I’m fine I just went on a little walk, got too hot in there” I say back. She scoffs on the other end “alone? You’re gonna get fucking killed” I roll my eyes at her comment “whatever, I’m on my way back” I say before hanging up.

Chris rubs small circles on my hips as I sigh out, “Going so soon?” He mumbles, the blunt tight between his lips. I exhale, “Yeah my friends are yelling at me” I slowly shift off of him and stand up, wiping down my shorts and readjusting them. Chris stands up placing his hands in his back pocket. I pull out a tissue and my lip liner, he watches me intently with slight confusion on his face. I squat down beside the bench and write my number on the piece of tissue, standing back up and handing it to Chris.

“I’ll uh— see you ‘round Chris” I say looking up at him. “Hopefully, and next time I’ll take my time with you in a more comfortable spot” he says, taking a drag from the blunt and smirking. I smile at him, leaning on my tippy-toes to kiss his lips. “Bye Chris” I say, turning on my heel and walking to the exit of the park. “Bye ma” he shouts back causing my stomach to turn and a stupid smile to spread across my face. He looks down and opens up the tissue to read the note.

+1 574 678-6473

let’s live now think later xx - Y/N

a/n: idk how to feel about the ending tbh, but I really hope y'all enjoy this because it has taken me 2 weeks to finish.

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[slaaverin]

3J PHONE CALL📱🐿️🐥🐰

🐿 Jimin called me

🐥 J-HOPE- Happy birthday

🐿 Oh, Jimin, I'm doing live right now

🐥 What?

🐿 I'm live, you need to know lol

🐥 Huh? I don't know...

🐿 LOL Should I call you later? LOL

🐿 Please let ARMY hear your voice-

🐥 Well...

🐿 How are you? I'm on speakerphone now-

🐥 Yes, hello everyone

🐿 Oh, why are you so serious? Don't lower your voice

🐥 It's embarrassing to think that I'm playing something for the first time in a while. My face is all red now-

🐿 Just say one thing - I'll call you after this

🐥 What should I say? Why am I so shy

🐥 My face is all red, wait a minute (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

🐥 I love you. - I love you...

🐥 "The word I love you ♪"

🐥 Happy birthday to you

🐥 Please tell the fans that I miss them so much

🐥 Jungkook, come here

🐿 Oh, Jungkook, Jungkook, are you with him?

🐥 We share a living room together

🐿 Right - Make sure to tell him you're doing a live broadcast

🐰 What is it-

🐿 It's live. It's live

🐰 Is this live? Can you hear me

🐿 LOL, you can hear everything

🐥 Are you on speakerphone

🐿 I'm on speaker phone right now

🐥 Everyone, are you really ready to talk a lot? LOL

🐰 June 11th!

🐥 There are a lot of things I want to tell you. - There are a lot of stories we made together

🐿 Didn't you hear that? It's so funny! It makes me laugh

🐥 I don't know how much to say • ᷄ɞ and ᷅

🐰 If I say it in too much detail, I'm afraid you'll go somewhere else-

🐥 Well, I don't know if I should stop there

🐥 Anyway, I was a little careful so I didn't come to see you. I miss you so much. - Happy birthday to my brother, too

🐿 Thank you, thank you so much

🐰 Jee-ho-op-

🐿 J.K-

🐥 What's shocking is that I'm thirty-one

🐿 Are you thirty?

🐥 Yes, my lower body is starting to hurt

🐰 When I'm discharged from the military, I only have 6 months left in my 20s

🐿 Are you 29? Really?

🐰 It's 9. - Yes

🐥 Are you crazy, really?!

🐥 Jungkook will be 30 next year • ᷄ɞ and ᷅

🐥 Crazy lol I can't believe it

🐿 Time flies

🐥 That's right

🐿 You're right

🐥 I have to lose weight from now on. • ᷄ɞ and ᷅

🐿 Well, that's something that naturally falls out

🐥 I gained 8-9kg after doing it • ᷄ɞ and ᷅

🐿 You gained 8.9kg?

🐥 I'm working hard to lose weight, all of a sudden-

🐿 You gained muscle, right?

🐥 I don't know - I think it's 67.8kg

🐿 67.8 kg?

🐥 yes, bulky right? lol

🐿 It's been a long time since I heard that

🐥 Um, wow-

🐥 I am bulky and Jung Kook is huge

🐿 He's huge? He's strong

🐰 Take care of your health-

🐿 Oh, yeah, I'll see you when you come out again-

🐥 Dear, I love you

🐰 Brother, I love you

🐿 Yeah. - Yeah, me too-

🐿 They take good care of me

🐿 I didn't mean to talk to you on the phone lol

🐿 It's so funny. I got a call all of a sudden

***

LET ME JUST SAY THAT KARMA IS A BITCH AND I'M WHEEZING

"We share a dorm" so that will shut everybody up right?

Can't wait to hear their silly stories omg it's gonna be so fun 🫠

So happy we got to hear from them 💜 hobi is so sweet

Well let's just say this is a good and happy day to be a jikooker.

"Jungkook-ah, come here" I'M NOT GOING TO RECOVER FROM THIS 😭

All right deep breaths.

They're gonna be insufferable when they come out and I can't fucking wait 🫠

For more happy days to come 🥂

[munsonsmixtapes]

so so proud of you and all of your work is amazing!! i’d love to request something for your celebration <3

🦇😘#13 please!!! (pls feed us with some smut and angst 😝😝😝😝)

cw: MDNI (18+) oral (f receiving) body worship, angst, hurt/comfort

Your living room is increasingly getting smaller as your fight with Eddie gets more intense. You've never yelled at each other like this and now you're concerned that maybe this is the beginning of the end of your arrangement.

"It was just a little fight," you scoff but Eddie doesn't seem to think the same with the way he's looking at you. He looks so angry that you can practically see the smoke coming out of his ears.

"A little fight, y/n? You kicked me out!" He's screaming now and you're getting smaller as he towers over you. He's trying to show you just how much you hurt him. Yo try to get you to listen to him because he knows you'd much rather not have this conversation because you hate being vulnerable.

That's why this whole thing works. You both get what you want every time and there's no strings attached. But that's the problem here. He was supposed to fall for you and he did.

"You were trying to cuddle and that's not part of our agreement." You'll never tell him how badly you wanted to because that's not who you are. You're not a girlfriend, you're the type of girl men just like the sleep with, nothing more. And that's the way you like it.

Being in a relationship means letting people in and letting them see parts of you that no one else has. The parts that aren't perfect. And you're afraid that they won't be able see past how imperfect you are. Eddie's become the only person who's gotten close to you have to cut him loose.

Because if you let him in, then there's only a matter of time before he leaves and you like him too much to let that happen. So if you're the one who initiates it because of something he did, then it's not your fault, it's his.

"And then you just blew up, yelling at me like I did something so horrible!" Eddie knows why you're shutting him out, but he wants you to admit it, to hear the very words come from your mouth.

He steps closer to you, taking your face in his hands and he's so close now that he can see the tears streaming down your face.

"Why can't you just let yourself want this?" He whispers and those seem to be the magic words to make you cry even harder. He 's wiping away the tears as they come, pressing his forehead to yours.

"Because," you whisper back. "If I let you in, then you'll just leave. And I love you too much to let that happen." Mission accomplished.

Eddie can't help but grin at your confession, having never felt this happy in his life. He knew he wasn't just imagining it and now he has your words as proof.

"You love me?" He asks as he pulls back, his eyes lighting up.

"Well-" you try to backtrack, afraid that you've said too much, but considering how happy he looks, you're realizing that you didn't actually make a mistake.

"You love me!" He exclaims with a laugh. "I knew it!"

"You knew?" Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. You hadn't realized that you had been that obvious.

"Sweetheart, you weren't exactly good at hiding it. But it's okay because I love you too."

"You love me." You're beaming now, glowing and Eddie doesn't know how you could get any prettier.

"I love you," he nods. "Every single part, the good and the bad." His arms are wrapped around your waist while yours wrap around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

He smiles against your lips as his arms wrap tighter around your waist, lifting you up so that your feet are hovering over the floor. Your legs wrap around his waist as his tongue swipes along your bottom lip and you let him in as he backs up to the couch, collapsing onto it as you begin unbuttoning his shirt, but he stops you.

"Nope," he mumbles against your lips as he rests his hands gently on top of yours. "Tonight is about you, doll, and how I'm going to worship every inch of your body until you know just how much I love you."

You blink and you're lying flat against the couch cushions, Eddie now hovering over you with that hungry look in his eyes that you've grown so familiar with.

"But-"

"Nope, you're not going to feel bad because this is just as much for me as it is for you." He lowers himself down onto you and presses his lips to yours. It's so gentle in comparison the other kisses you've shared and you're eating it up, loving seeing this soft side of him.

He's kissing his way down your neck, whispering the most kind words to you about how much he loves your body. He hasn't been this soft and gentle since the very beginning of your arrangement and you have to admit that you love seeing this side of him.

"Your skin is so soft," he murmurs against your chest. "And you," he cuts him off to take a whiff. "smell so good, baby. What is that?"

"You know what it is," you laugh and it's music to Eddie's ears.

"Oh right," he chuckles as he kisses his way down to your tits, pressing a kiss to each one before speaking again. "You know how much I love these," he says as he gives them a squeeze which causes you to gasp. "But they aren't the focus tonight."

Eddie continues to kiss down your torso, pulling down your sweatpants as he does so.

"God, you're perfect," he whispers as he finally gets to the spot right above the waistband of your panties. As he gaze drops lower, he can't help but the notice the dark, wet patch right where you're cunt it. "Already wet, hm? Well, it's a good thing that I'm going to take care of you, isn't it?"

He pulls off your panties then kisses his way up your leg, murmuring what you're sure are compliments into your skin but you can't hear him. He does the same with your other leg then reaches up and grabs hold of your wrist, slipping the scrunchie from it.

"Can I use this?" He asks, his voice so sweet that can't possible say no.

"Sure," you nod and watch him tie his hair back before hooking your legs over his shoulders, not even giving you a chance to prepare yourself before diving straight in.

There's no warm up, it's nothing but teeth and tongue as he bites down, causing you to moan loudly. Your hands grab onto whatever hair you can reach, giving it a tug as your thighs press against his head, your heels digging into his back as your toes curl in pleasure.

He's eating your cunt like it's a man starved and you already feel dizzy, just knowing that this is different from any other time that he's done it. All the others were sloppy and lazy and exactly what you needed, but here, there's intention, there's purpose. And at this rate, you're not sure how long you're going to last.

He pushes his tongue inside and that's when you know you're done for. It's fucking you so hard that you didn't even know he could that with just his tongue. His hands are sliding underneath your ass, squeezing it as hard as he can as he works his magic, making you moan over and over as your climax builds.

You finally reach your orgasm and as it's coursing through you, his names falling from your lips, you just know that this is the best one yet. And even as you're finishing, Eddie's still going to town, slowly removing his tongue only to let it lazily glide along your cunt to lick up every last bit before pulling away just enough to where you can hear him speak.

"Tastes so good," he tells you. "Any man who has ever claimed that a food is their favorite thing to eat has clearly never had their head between your thighs." He then goes back in for more and you stay like that for the rest of the night where Eddie makes you feel the best you ever had as he eats you out for hours on end, showing you just how he loves you and that he will continue to do so for the rest of his life.

[lcvalia]

for the ask game ><

🤍 — what are your love languages VS. your s/o’s? How do you show theirs and how do they show yours?

💍 — what are some songs that makes you think of them?

🍒 — do you have any inside jokes with your s/o or funny scenarios?

💭 — who was the first person you told after getting with your s/o?

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this might not be much but i was lowkey exhausted after school & didnt nap after like i usually do... so not much of a yapfest ( maybe in the other ones!! ) but enjoy ♡

🤍 — what are your love languages vs. your s/o’s? How do you show theirs and how do they show yours?

ꪆ୧ my love languages are physical touch && quality time, while harry’s is acts of service && physical touch. i show harry love by helping him with things that matter to him, whether that be taking care of small or big tasks, doing chores, etc. just being there whenever he needs support. i do small gestures throughout the day, subtle hand touches, random hugs, and small cheek kisses when i get the chance. honestly the same can go to harry too, the sneakily hand holding whilst in class, laying his head on my shoulder, a reassuring hug when he knows i need it sometimes, and randomly playing with my hair while reading in the common room. he knows i value our quiet moments together, where we don’t have to say anything but just enjoy each other’s company.

💍 — what are some songs that makes you think of them?

ꪆ୧ songs that remind me of harry are ;

“Out Like a Light” by The Honeysticks, Ricky Montgomery. this song reminds me of him during out 5th year at hogwarts, still in our slow burn phase SADLY but, “love me in spite.” wanting to love me even though in spite of our #issues

“Ever Seen” by Beabadoobee. had a dream once about him and he told me i had pretty eyes, so then this song came on the day after and it IMMEDIATELY reminded me of him. actually had me giggling and squealing that i then scripted in as a scenario ☹️ my baby </3

“John Wayne” by Cigarettes After Sex. mm lord how do i explain this one.. hm… well let’s start with this song automatically reminded me of him because i feel like. he’d be so awkward when confessing, like “he’s got so much love for her, but he doesn’t know what to do.” && “baby, he’s got to be crazy. living like john wayne,” ?!?!!?? speaks volumes that he would be scared of ruining our friendship but would risk it anyways because he deeply cares for me in a way nobody can explain </3 this boy i SWEAR.

🍒 — do you have any inside jokes with your s/o or funny scenarios?

ꪆ୧ a funny scenario i scripted in with harry is that we’re in potion class and snape gave a complicated potion to make and well, that goes wonderfully! (no it doesn’t)(i was getting glitter out my hair for a week)

i questioned harry in a concerned tone, “are you sure this goes in..?” harry then chuckled slightly. “i’m sure it goes in, let’s just try it.” i complied, with a shaky hand i added the last ingredient. but to our surprise, it didn’t do anything. “well that’s odd,” harry whispered, glancing at the instructions. “it should’ve been started bubbling by now.” i peered at the potion, which looked as dull and unimpressive as when we’d first started. “did we miss something? maybe it’s one of those ‘don’t do it too fast’ things?” harry then shrugged, still glancing at the instructions. “maybe,” he looked closer at the instructions, seeing if we missed something. “we did everything right—” before harry could finish, all you could hear was a loud boom. everyone whipped their heads towards our station, a jet stream on gold glitter shooting straight into the air. the entire class just stared, hermione’s eyes widened as ron started slightly laughing as i scrambled back, falling down on the floor. i barely dodged the falling glitter as it fell down on me. it was everywhere; on my hair, my robes, even in my eyes. harry holding back his laugh, as i sat on the floor wiping my face. “that is not funny, harry.”

💭 — who was the first person you told after getting with your s/o?

ꪆ୧ hermione and alvida! my actual pookies i love them sooo much, they’re the first two i told after i got with harry <33 i know they PRAYED for times like these, like they were so ready for it to finally happen. you know those glances your friends give eachother when that person comes around, that’s literally them sigh

@lcvalia

note ♡ here is the link to the dr s/o ask game ! i have three more asks to do which ill get to tomorrow ( might do two post for it ) but yeahh! thank you for sending in asks i lav you guys 🫶 these help me connect to my dr and motivates me to shift so i enjoy doing these!! ^_^

[imjustdreamingig]

If you want forever, and I'll bet you do

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

summary: Feelings are out, you're still rambling, and Steve thinks you're wonderful.

A/N: when the world thought i abandoned them, i came back... HORRAY!!!! so this is probably my last instalment to this little series, what a joy it has been to write. i'm really proud of this one and am so excited to see how I'll continue to progress in my writing journey. thank you for all the love the last 3 fics got, you have no idea how much my hear soared when I got a notif from this site. i adore you all. pls lmk if you have any suggestions for future fics!

warnings: sfw, swearing, fluff, making out

You don't think your posture has ever been better than right now, sitting in Steve Harrington's living room, hands firmly clasped and placed in your lap. Your eyes quickly scan the beige colored walls, noting the lack of family pictures. In fact, the decor of the entire living room seemed to be more staged than personal, almost as if wanting to give the illusion that this was indeed a home, but not quite hitting the mark.

Steve walks back in from the kitchen carrying two glasses of water and places them on the table in front of you. As he's about to take a seat beside you, he lets out a shocked gasp before hurrying to the cabinet next to the window, pulling out two coasters.

He chuckles nervously as you eye him contemplatively. "My mom is a real stickler for these," he says after he sits back down, running an anxious hand through his hair. "She'll notice the rings the water make the second she walks through the door."

You let out a hum in acknowledgment, not quite sure how to continue the conversation without making him more tense. You notice his shoulders are sort of hunched in, and he's running a hand through his hair again.

Without thinking, you reach out to grab his wrist, pulling it away from his brown locks. Steve looks at you in surprise, mouth slightly parted.

"You're going to ruin your hair even more and I know for a fact you spent at least half and hour on it this morning," you say, reaching out to fix a piece that has fallen into his eyes. Steve laughs, "Hey, I'll neither confirm or deny."

You feel yourself becoming a bit more relaxed with the friendly environment that Steve's presence brings, slowly sinking into the couch rather than sitting as if the Queen of England was going to walk in at any second. That's the vibe you were getting from his house; meticulously clean to the point you almost questioned Steve if someone actually lived here.

When Steve picked you up earlier, you surprised yourself by not feeling those intense fight-or-flight instincts as you watched him run up to your front door.

Aside from accidentally making fun of his music taste on the car ride over, "Of all people Steve, I did not expect you to like Blondie." "What!? They're great!" and you hitting him with the car door as you opened it because he wanted to open it for you, "Your face! I'm so sorry, I didn't even see you there!" "You barely touched me I swear, I just wanted to be nice!" you waited for the usual rush of anxiety to fill you whenever you were near Steve.

You waited for it to appear during the car ride, you waited for it to appear as you walked into his house, and you're waiting for it to appear now.

It didn't.

That doesn't mean that you're not nervous, but it's more of an excited-nervous. The kind of nervous you felt before doing a big presentation in front of your class or performing in the school play. Steve knows how you feel about him and you know how he feels about you, there's no reason to be nervous around him anymore.

Now it's all about what's next. And because you think you can predict the outcome of this study/talk-it-out session, you feel a a flutter of emotions overtake your body, but instead of causing you anxiety, it's causing you excitement.

However.

You absolutely were not going to be the one out of the two of you to address the elephant in the room (aka the reciprocated crush thing). If Steve wanted to talk about it, he would have to start that conversation. Steve was eager to talk about it yesterday, so he should be eager to talk about it right now... Right?

"Listen, I would say we should get to work on the project, but I don't think that's gonna happen today," the boy in question says.

You direct your gaze to your bag thats on the floor and eye your copy of Pride and Prejudice before glancing up to look at Steve, who was already staring at you. He looked so at ease, one elbow leaned against the couch cushion with his fist pressed against his cheek.

He is so pretty.

You turn on the couch to face him and match his pose before saying, "I don't think so either." You didn't realize until this moment how close the two of you were sitting.

Steve says nothing for a moment as he just stares. You note this is the first time in a while that you're not blabbering nonsense at the boy, you usually talk a lot. Steve notices it, too.

"You know, I never took you to be a quiet person," he comments. "I'm usually not," you respond, "I just feel— I don't know, for once I don't feel like talking, I don't feel the need to fill the silence."

"Woah, who knew you could be so poetic." You lightly smack his leg as he teases you. "Oh, shut up, Harrington!" Steve's laughter subsides quickly and he peers down at your hand that's still on his leg. He swallows down the lump in his throat before picking it up, slowly caressing your knuckles with his thumb.

"You make me so nervous, did you know that?" he whispers before looking up at you again. You feel your cheeks heat up even though you know no color is showing on your face. The look that he's giving you is one that you've never seen before, and you've spent too much time of your time staring at him according to Robin.

"I've made the Steve 'the Hair' Harrington nervous? Wait 'till the girls hear about this." You try to lighten the mood a little, but Steve barely cracks a smile, getting a mere tiny lift of the corner of his mouth in response. His thumb never stop caressing your hand.

"I hope that isn't how you see me, at least not now." You shake your head, "Of course not, I'm sorry, not really sure why I pulled that joke right now." Steve shakes his head fondly and wags a finger at you. "You're something else, you're so different. I can never tell what you're thinking." You blink twice. "Uh, is that a bad thing?" you question.

"Absolutely not!" he exclaims. He suddenly lets go of your hand and flops back on the couch, now laying horizontally, with both hands covering his face as he lets out an sigh. "Steve!" you laugh.

"I've never met someone like you before, usually I have girls just throwing themselves at me—before you say it, I know how that sounds just gimme a sec— but you, god, the more I saw you and the more I learned about you and through Robin and your insane excuses, the more hooked I got."

Your heart is beating way too fast that you're positive it can be heard from three houses down. Holy shit, am I getting my own love confession? Steve sits back up straight and his face is one of amused exasperation. "You've made me go crazy, what have you done to me?"

You suck in a gasp. "Well, my mom says the same thing whenever we fight actually," your mouth is spitting out an answer before your brain can fully catch up. You have no idea how to respond to this love confession—oh my god a love confession—that your mouth is just running on autopilot. "Lately, she's been on me about organizing my bookshelf, but like it's my bookshelf in my room, she doesn't have to look at it, and I'm categorizing and cataloguing my books, so of course it's messy, but she wants to pick a fight when I'm actually cleaning for once, so I do-"

Steve lets out a bark of laughter, "Oh Jesus Christ, just shut up."

And all of a sudden, you're being kissed. Passionately. With two hands holding the sides of your face. Your eyes are wide open while Steve's are closed, both your arms are raised slightly not quite knowing what to do with them.

The kiss ends before you can even process that it was happening. The only way you knew it occurred was because of the warmth on your cheeks left behind by Steve's hands and the slight sheen his lips have from your lip gloss.

"Steve," you start and in real time, you see his face flush with a lovely shade of pink, covering his face and creeping down his neck. "I'm sorry! You were just rambling and I didn't know how to help you calm down and I've wanted to do that for a long time but I should've asked you first before-"

It's your turn to cut him off as you lean in and capture his lips into yours. For a second Steve freezes before his mind and body catch up. He lets out a groan before manoeuvring you closer to him, wrapping an arm around your waist and his hand cupping your cheek. One of your hands is gripping his bicep which holy fuck he is so strong and the other is resting with the hair at the nape of his neck.

His lips are soft and warm and you can taste the mint of the gum he had been chewing as you deepened the kiss. You can actually appreciate this kiss, having had some time to properly process it and melt into it. Fuck, he's such a good kisser.

Unfortunately, because the need to breathe starts to affect you more with each passing second, you separate his mouth from yours with a soft sigh. He leans his forehead onto yours, both arms gently holding your waist now. You stay like that for a few seconds, basking in the afterglow of the most intense kiss you've ever had in your life, especially considering it was with Steve.

Once you put just enough space between the two of you so you're able to see his entire face properly, you let out a small giggle, which turns into two, which turns into three, and eventually your whole body is shaking with laughter. Steve is looking at you incredulously as you place your head on his shoulder before he's joining you, you're laugh just being too contagious.

"What!?" Steve exclaims. "Am I that bad at kissing or something?" In between fits of giggles you shake your head. "No, on the contrary, it's because you're an incredible kisser." The full blown laughs have finally ceased to a few chuckles and you pry your head away from Steve's shoulder, only to look at him, feel the bubbles of laughter resurface, and place it right back in the same position.

Steve kisses the top of your head and starts running his fingers down your back, causing goosebumps to appear wherever they trailed. "You'll have to fill me in then, babe." The nickname earns another tiny giggle on your part. "Not everyone has that crazy mind that you do." He can practically feel you rolling your eyes at him.

"It's just crazy to me that the one thing I wished would happen to me this year actually happened. I wasn't worried about grades or whatever, I just wanted this. And look! It happened!" You remove yourself from your hiding place to look at Steve. "Me from three months ago would probably go into cardiac arrest if I told her this happened."

Steve smirks. "So basically, your solid plan of running away from the guy you liked to make sure this," he gestured between the two of you, "happened was a success."

You let out a squawk of indignation. "Hey, I was gonna say something to you eventually!" Steve is making a face that can only be translated as are you serious? before relenting and admitting, "Ok fine, maybe I wasn't. But the thought was there! That counts. Right?"

Steve snorts, "Sure babe, of course it does." You let out a pleased hum before a glaring at him seriously. "Just to make sure, this means we're dating right? Because I don't want to get the wrong idea and then mark this day as our anniversary and then our one month comes up and I want to do something small, but cute, and you're all like confused because we never explicitly said that we were a couple, and then I'm all mortified so yo-"

Needless to say, it wouldn't be the only time Steve would stop your ramblings that night with a kiss. And he planned on doing it a whole lot more.

[babylacedream]

youre a needy guy but i guess i kinda like that

i always find myself back to you જ part 4 of ?

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

pairing: yandere!bucky barnes x f! reincarnated autistic reader

warning: struggling with bucky's death, grief, yandere themes, anxiety, brainwashed!bucky & obsessed!bucky, violence, angsty

summary: he wont leave your side... could he possibly sense that this is not your first life?

notes: inspired by pinkpantheress song called internet baby, I recommend listening.

please remember i am autistic, so i will be writing my personal experience with my autism. thanks!

guys, i know you cant easily access these files regarding the winter soldier but please hear me out.

Before you knew it, it was morning. The birds were chirping alongside your window, and the sunlight crashed in making you groan.

You opened the door, needing to use the bathroom, when you saw Bucky in your living room just sitting there motionlessly with the lights on.

You walked past the open living room door, too tired to deal with this. You got out milk and your chocolate powder. Your favorite cup, specifically for your chocolate milk.

You felt a broad chest plastered against your back, making you jump. "Hey, what are you doing?!" He wrapped his arms around your waist, breathing in your scent. "Why do you smell like her?"

You froze, taking a peek at his expression. His furrowed brows, that knowingly gaze in his eyes, that longing you hoped you'd get a second chance to see again.

You nudged him in his stomach making him back away from you. "You want some milk?" He just stared at you, almost like there wasn't a thought behind those eyes. Though he didn't respond you still served him some milk.

You gestured for him to sit on the dinette table. "Here, drink." You placed the glass of milk in front of him. "Don't worry, I didn't poison it." You joked before turning; he grabbed your wrist, stopping you from leaving. He looked at you, yearning for you. "Are you her?"

"Who?" You asked, acting confused.

He reached out carefully and caressed your locket, opening it. "Her." You looked down at your locket, then at him. "No." You spoke almost downheartedly, "I'm not."

You don't want to go through that pain again. Of him possibility leaving you again. You had to protect yourself. It's been forty-eight years since his presumed passing. You just couldn't. You are twenty years old; you deserve better than this.

He let go of your wrist and locket before drinking your milk. Well, he certainly acts like the same old Bucky. Though he seems out of it, this was your Bucky.

But the question remained in your mind. What happened to him?

You quickly took a shower and changed into some casual clothes. You had to go to city hall and request some files. You took a glance at Bucky. He looked caught in a daze. He should be fine, right?

You wasted no time getting on the bus and making your way to the city hall of Arlington. You asked the lady for records on James Buchanan Barnes. He was a U.S. veteran; they had to have his records.

"Reason for requesting?" The lady asked, and I showed her my locket. "That man here is James Buchanan Barnes. He was an acquaintance to a... friend of my parents from New York City."

You left with his files. You sat down in a nearby cafe, looking through his files. "KIA." You hardly believe that now. You turn the page and try to find out where he was killed in action. Danube River, Europe.

You scurried up the files and placed them in your tote bag. Now, you found yourself in the library. It's hilarious; this may look like an ordinary library, but if you are close enough to the librarian. It can be many things.

"Hey, Mrs. Jones! I brought you your favorite. Apple pie and with extra whipped cream, just how you like it!"

"Oh, sweet!" She laughed, and you laughed with her. "What do you want?" You choked on your laugh, "Geez, well, since you asked." You placed your elbows on the counter and rested your chin on your palms. "Could you get me files on the Danube River?" I grinned, hoping to take my chance.

"Really? What's it this time?"

"I was hoping you would let it slide, Mrs. Jones." You gave her your puppy dog eyes.

"Mm, fine." She got up, leaving you alone in the empty library. You looked around at the books while she got the files.

"What are you doing here?" That monotone voice made you yelp, earning a few hushes. You turn around to see Bucky behind you. "W-what are you doing here?!"

"W-were you following me?" You whispered. He didn't say anything, just stared down at you. You were about to slam your palm hard against your forehead, but Bucky stopped you by catching your wrist.

"Don't hurt yourself," Bucky said, and let go of your wrist before sitting down on a sofa in the lounging area, almost like he was waiting for you to be done so he could leave with you.

You were greatly dumbfounded.

Your eyes were on Bucky, observing him before Mrs. Jones brought out what you needed. "Oh, you're a lifesaver!" You grabbed the files from her. "Thanks!" You placed the files in your tote bag. You said your goodbyes to Mrs. Jones and looked at Bucky in the lounging area, passing by him.

Once he knew you were finally leaving, he stood and followed right behind you.

"Is that your boyfriend, sweetie? Damn!" Mrs. Jones shouted, making all eyes on you, especially Bucky's. Your cheeks were red, turning to Mrs Jones. "No, he's not!"

You were walking really fast to your apartment, trying to get the word boyfriend out of your head. Obviously, Bucky kept up with you; why wouldn't he?

You turned around frustrated. "Why are you following?!" You didn't mean to yell, but you were starting to get anxious.

"I can't let you get hurt." He responded solemnly, making you sigh. "I'm not her, okay? I'm just a normal citizen girl living in Virginia. So, if you are doing this because you think I'm her, it's best you leave...."

...Before I start to crack.

Even though you told him harsh words, he still stood beside you. Never leaving you. You felt bad, but it had to be said for your protection.

You made it to your apartment, leaving the door open for Bucky to come in behind you. You dropped your tote bag on the floor, forgetting why you needed the files in your tote bag and went into your room. Falling onto your bed and hugging yourself as you wept.