#and now we’re snuggle buddies for life

[jungwnies]

the dad who stepped up | carlos sainz (cs55)

୨ৎ : featuring : carlos sainz x fem!reader/singlemom!reader ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by anon) : not the biological father, but rather the father who stepped up!

୨ৎ : genre : romance & fluff ୨ৎ : word count : 947

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ᡣ𐭩 a/n : this was such a cute little story, i can only imagine the spanglish going crazy in this household <3 psa... intentionally all lowercase

carlos never thought about being a dad so soon. sure, he wanted kids someday, but he always figured it would come later, after racing, after settling down. what he didn’t expect was for you to walk into his life, a single mom with a baby boy who barely knew how to say papa yet.

he met you when your son, nico, was only eight months old. you had been hesitant at first, not wanting to bring someone into your child’s life unless you were sure. but carlos? carlos was patient. he never rushed you, never forced his way in. he just showed up.

at first, it was small things; holding nico when your arms were full, rocking him to sleep when he got fussy, making faces at him across the dinner table just to see him giggle. then, before either of you knew it, nico wasn’t just some baby carlos happened to know. he was his boy.

now, four years later, carlos can’t imagine life any other way.

—

"okay, buddy, one more time, but this time big swings," carlos calls from the backyard, watching as nico grips his tiny golf club, determination all over his little face.

you stand nearby, sipping on a lemonade, watching your two favorite people as the warm breeze rustles through the trees.

nico, tongue sticking out in concentration, takes a swing, too hard, and the plastic ball rolls about a foot away.

"that was amazing!" carlos exclaims, throwing his hands up as if nico just hit a hole-in-one at augusta.

"it barely moved!" nico whines, stomping his foot.

carlos kneels beside him, adjusting his grip. "the trick isn’t power, campeón (champion), it’s control. even papá sainz had to learn that."

you smile, shaking your head as you watch them. “carlos, if you turn him into a golf snob before he even learns how to ride a bike, we’re gonna have a problem.”

carlos grins over his shoulder at you. “you say that now, but when he’s winning the masters, you’ll be thanking me.”

nico nods along, even though he has absolutely no idea what the masters is. “sí, mami! (yes, mommy!)”

your heart melts every time nico switches between english and spanish so naturally, something carlos had made sure to teach him from the moment he could talk.

—

later that evening, after dinner, you’re curled up on the couch together, nico snuggled in between you and carlos with his favorite book in hand.

“papá, can you read the book en español? (papa, can you read the book in spanish?)” nico asks, eyes wide with excitement.

carlos raises an eyebrow, clearly pleased. “sí, pero solo un poquito, eh? (yes, but just a little, okay?) i don’t want you getting confused.”

you smile, resting your head against carlos’s shoulder as he begins reading, seamlessly switching between english and spanish.

"the little dog ran through the…el bosque (the forest)…looking for his friend… pero no lo encontró (but he didn’t find him). so he kept running and running…hasta que… (until…)"

nico listens intently, repeating some of the words in his tiny voice.

“bosque!” he says proudly.

carlos grins, tapping his nose gently. “eso! muy bien, campeón. (that’s it! very good, champion.)”

you watch as carlos pauses and turns to nico. “and what’s a bosque?”

nico scrunches his little face, thinking hard before answering, “umm… a forest?”

carlos nods approvingly. “exacto! (exactly!)”

you laugh, shaking your head. “i swear, this kid is gonna be fluent before i am.”

carlos smirks, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “well, mamá, looks like you need some spanish lessons too.”

you playfully elbow him, making him chuckle.

just as you think nico is starting to doze off, his tiny voice pipes up.

“papá, i’m sleepy… pero i want uno más cuento. (papa, i’m sleepy… but i want one more story.)”

carlos lets out an exaggerated sigh, feigning exhaustion. “one more? vale, uno más. (okay, one more.)”

he flips the page, his voice soft as he continues reading. you feel nico’s breathing slow, his tiny body relaxing between the two of you.

you glance up at carlos, who is watching nico with that same gentle, loving look he always has. he catches you staring and gives you a small smile, his fingers reaching out to brush over your hand.

“you know,” you whisper, “you never had to do any of this.”

carlos furrows his brows. “what do you mean?”

you swallow the lump in your throat. “i mean… you didn’t have to be his dad. you could’ve just dated me and kept your distance. but instead, you’re his person. and i just… i don’t know. i hope you know how much i love you for that.”

carlos studies you for a moment before shaking his head, as if the thought of not stepping up for nico is ridiculous. he lifts your intertwined fingers, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand.

“i didn’t have to, amor,” he murmurs. “i wanted to. i chose this. i chose you. i chose him. and i’d do it again a thousand times over.”

tears prick your eyes, but before you can say anything, carlos leans down and places a gentle kiss on nico’s forehead.

“buenas noches, mi pequeño campeón. (good night, my little champion.)”

nico barely stirs, already deep in sleep.

carlos turns back to you, smiling softly. “now come on, mamá, let’s go watch bad reality tv and pretend we don’t have to wake up early tomorrow.”

you laugh, shaking your head as you follow him to the couch, where his arm instinctively wraps around you.

carlos sainz wasn’t the father by blood.

but he was the father who stepped up.

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[astars-things]

“why are we cuddling on the floor” with luke please 🫶🫶🫶

Drunken Cuddles

You blinked, your vision slightly blurry as you registered the warmth wrapped around you. Your head was resting on something firm yet comfortable, and there was an arm draped lazily over your waist. Your body was tangled with someone else's—Luke.

“Why are we cuddling on the floor?” Luke's voice was groggy and confused, his face half-buried in your shoulder.

You barely had time to process his question before another voice cut in. “Because you two got too drunk,” Jack said, arms crossed as he stared down at the two of you with a mix of amusement and judgment.

You groaned, squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to recall how you ended up like this. The last thing you remembered was you and Luke deciding it would be a great idea to have a little drinking competition. Well, more like you challenging Luke, and him—being the competitive guy he was—accepting without hesitation.

“I don’t feel drunk,” Luke mumbled, tightening his hold on you and nuzzling into your neck.

Jack snorted. “Yeah? Tell that to the fact that you guys are literally spooning on my living room floor like two love-drunk idiots.”

You peeked up at him, blinking slowly. “Well, the couch looked uncomfortable.”

“You didn’t even try the couch!” Jack shot back, exasperated.

You and Luke exchanged glances before bursting into giggles, the alcohol still making everything feel funnier than it actually was.

Jack sighed dramatically. “Unbelievable. I leave you two alone for one night, and this happens.”

“We’re not hurting anyone,” Luke reasoned, his voice muffled as he rested his head back against your chest. “Just vibing.”

Jack groaned. “You’re not ‘vibing.’ You’re passed-out drunk on the floor of my apartment. Do you know how ridiculous you look?”

You grinned up at him. “Nope. But I bet we look cute.”

Jack gave you a deadpan look before pulling out his phone. “Oh, don’t worry. I already took pictures. Plenty of them.”

Luke groaned, attempting to swat weakly in Jack’s direction but failing miserably. “Delete them.”

Jack laughed. “Not a chance, buddy. These are getting saved for blackmail purposes.”

You pouted. “Jack, that’s not fair.”

“Life isn’t fair,” Jack shot back. “Now, do you two plan on getting off my floor anytime soon?”

Luke hummed thoughtfully, hugging you even tighter. “Mmm. Nope. Floor is nice. Y/N is warm.”

Jack rolled his eyes. “God, you’re so whipped.”

You laughed, but instead of arguing, you only snuggled further into Luke’s embrace. He was warm and comfortable, and your fuzzy brain decided that you had no desire to move.

Jack huffed. “You guys are impossible.”

“Love you too, Jack,” you mumbled sleepily.

Jack groaned. “That’s it. I’m stepping over you. Don’t be surprised if I ‘accidentally’ kick one of you.”

You and Luke barely reacted, just letting out sleepy giggles as Jack muttered to himself about how annoying you two were.

As you started drifting off again, Luke squeezed your hand. “Best drunk decision ever.”

You hummed in agreement. “Definitely.”

Jack, from across the room, groaned. “I hate both of you.”

[tobiosbbyghorl]

Hyper & Chill | psh

special act: concert buddies

ps. they were dating for about 8 months in this act

The living room was dimly lit, the laptop propped up on the coffee table as the concert stream played in full swing. The sound of screaming fans filled the room, and the camera zoomed in on the artist on stage.

You clutched your blanket, squealing. “OH MY GOD, LOOK AT HIM!”

Sunghoon, sitting beside you with his arms crossed, merely blinked. “I am looking.”

You grabbed his arm, shaking it. “NO, BUT LOOK. HE’S SO PERFECT. HE JUST BREATHED.”

Sunghoon gave you a blank stare. “Congrats. So do I.”

Ignoring him, you focused back on the screen just in time to see your bias execute a smooth dance move.

“AHHHHH!” You clutched your chest dramatically. “I CAN’T BREATHE.”

Sunghoon side-eyed you. “Didn’t you just tell me to look at him breathing? Now you can’t?”

You smacked his arm lightly. “Shut up, Park. This is a spiritual experience.”

He exhaled deeply, rubbing his temples. “Why did I agree to this again?”

“Because you love me,” you replied sweetly, eyes still glued to the screen.

Sunghoon sighed, slumping back against the couch as you continued to lose your mind over every high note, dance move, and close-up of your bias. But when a particular performance started, your reaction tripled.

“NOOOOO WAY—” You practically launched yourself forward. “THIS IS MY FAVORITE SONG. LOLOVE, ARE YOU SEEING THIS?”

Sunghoon stared blankly at the screen, then at you, then back at the screen. “I see it,” he mumbled, unimpressed.

You were too busy vibrating with excitement to notice his expression, clutching your chest as you grinned like an idiot. Sunghoon watched you for a moment before mumbling under his breath.

“…I can’t believe I’m jealous of a guy on a screen.”

You froze mid-squeal. Slowly, you turned to face him. “…What?”

Sunghoon immediately looked away, his ears turning red. “Nothing.”

Your eyes widened. “Oh my god.”

“Shut up.”

“No, no, NO WAY—” You grabbed his face, forcing him to look at you. “Are you pouting right now?”

He scowled, trying to shake you off. “No.”

“You SO are,” you gasped dramatically. “OH MY GOD, you’re jealous of my bias, aren’t you?!”

Sunghoon groaned, leaning his head back. “I can’t believe I’m dating someone this obsessed with another guy.”

You giggled, poking his cheek. “Aww, is my boyfriend feeling insecure?”

“I should’ve just bought tickets to my competition’s concert instead.”

You laughed harder, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Don’t worry, Lolove. You’re my real-life bias.”

Sunghoon finally glanced at you, still grumpy but slightly less annoyed. “…Yeah?”

You grinned, pressing a quick kiss to his jaw. “Yeah.”

He sighed, shoulders relaxing slightly. “…Okay, fine. But I’m still not cheering for that guy.”

“Noted,” you giggled, snuggling into him as the concert continued.

—

Concert Day

The venue was packed, and the energy was electric. You were practically bouncing with excitement, dragging Sunghoon along as you scouted for fan freebies.

But there was one problem.

“Babe, they ran out,” you pouted, staring at the booth that had just given away its last set of photocards.

Sunghoon blinked. “That’s it? We’re done here?”

You gasped. “No, of course not! We have to try another booth.”

And so you did.

But the lines were ridiculously long, and by the time you reached the front, they either ran out or were handing out the last few items.

Sunghoon, ever the problem solver, sighed. “Move.”

You blinked. “What?”

He exhaled, then strode forward—shoulders squared, expression effortlessly cool.

And just like that, the booth volunteers practically melted.

“Oh—uh—hi,” one of them stammered, eyes flickering up and down as they took in Sunghoon’s face.

The others immediately elbowed each other, whispering things like, Who is he? He’s so good-looking.

Sunghoon casually leaned against the table. “Any freebies left?”

The volunteers practically scrambled to check their stash.

“Oh! W-we might have extras in the back,” one blurted.

You gawked. “Wait, what? You guys were out a second ago—”

They weren’t listening. Within seconds, they were handing Sunghoon an entire set of photocards, keychains, and even an exclusive poster.

Sunghoon turned to you, completely unfazed. “Here.”

You clutched the merch, staring at him in awe. “Lolove… you just pulled the ultimate face card.”

He shrugged. “Wasn’t that hard.”

The booth volunteers nodded rapidly. “Yeah, no problem. Enjoy the concert!”

As you walked away, you looked at your overflowing bag. “This is insane. You didn’t even have to do anything.”

Sunghoon smirked. “Being me has its perks.”

—

Inside the venue, Sunghoon took his unofficial role as "supportive concert boyfriend" very seriously.

“Lolove, take a picture of me here,” you said, handing him your phone.

Sunghoon took one.

You checked it. “Why do I look like a blur?”

“Because you were moving.”

You sighed. “Okay, take another—WAIT, from a lower angle.”

Sunghoon crouched. “Like this?”

You gasped. “PERFECT. Now take twenty more.”

And he did. Without complaint.

Eventually, you had a whole gallery of perfectly captured concert selfies, candid shots, and full-body poses.

“Lolove, you’re the best,” you grinned.

Sunghoon rolled his eyes. “You’re lucky I love you.”

—

When the concert started, chaos ensued.

The lights dimmed, the first beat dropped, and the entire crowd erupted into screams.

You grabbed Sunghoon’s arm. “OH MY GOD, IT’S STARTING—”

He winced. “You’re gonna break my arm before they even come on stage.”

But you weren’t listening anymore. At that moment, your bias appeared on stage.

And you lost your mind.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Sunghoon watched in mild horror as you jumped, screamed, and clutched your chest like you were about to pass out. At some point, you grabbed his hands and shook him.

“LOOK, LOOK, LOOK—OH MY GOD, HE’S EVEN HOTTER IN PERSON.”

Sunghoon stared at you, then at the guy on stage, then back at you.

“…Wow,” he muttered, unimpressed.

But then—

Your bias walked over to your section.

And waved.

At you.

You screamed like your soul was leaving your body. “OH MY GOD, DID YOU SEE THAT?! HE WAVED AT ME.”

Sunghoon scoffed. “He waved at the entire section.”

“NO, HE MADE EYE CONTACT WITH ME.”

Sunghoon mumbled, “This is unbelievable.” But when he glanced at you—glowing, bouncing, radiating joy—something in his chest felt weirdly warm.

“…You’re really enjoying this, huh?” he muttered.

You beamed, practically vibrating. “This is the best night of my LIFE.”

Sunghoon sighed, looking away. “Fine. Guess I’ll tolerate it, then.”

And maybe you didn’t notice how his shoulders relaxed, or how he subtly kept a hand on your waist to keep you from getting shoved.

But you did notice—

That by the last few songs, Sunghoon was holding up your lightstick for you because your arms were too tired.

(And no, he wouldn’t admit it, but he totally bobbed his head to the beat a few times, too.)

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[thicccshady]

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PART TWO Welcome Home

✨️MasterList✨️

Contend: fluff, pet grief, cursing

Marshall lounged on the couch, remote in hand, flipping aimlessly through channels. You sat beside him, snuggled up and scrolling on your phone. An idea had been brewing for weeks, but now felt like the right time to bring it up.

“Marshall,” you started, your tone light but purposeful.

He turned his head slightly. “Yeah?”

You set your phone down, folding your hands in your lap. “What if we got a dog?”

Marshall froze mid-flip, his face unreadable as if to gauge how serious you were. “A dog?”

“I know it’s a big deal,” you continued quickly, “And it doesn’t have to be today or anything. I just think we’d be great dog parents.”

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s not that I don’t like dogs. You know I do. It’s just... after King passed...” His voice trailed off, a flicker of sadness crossing his face.

You took his hand in yours. “I know it’s hard, babe. But maybe it could be a good thing, you know? A new start.” You quickly corrected yourself, "I mean King, could never be replaced. That's not what I'm asking." His eyes met yours as you continued, "I know your heart can only grow bigger. There's no need to replace anything."

Marshall sat silently for a moment, staring at your intertwined hands. Then he exhaled, nodding slightly. “All right. Let’s go look. Just to look, though. No promises.”

You grinned, squeezing his hand. “Deal.”

---

The dog shelter smelled like a mix of cleaning supplies and wet fur, but mostly wet fur. The sounds of barking filled the air as you and Marshall stepped inside. He kept his hands shoved in his hoodie pockets. Under his sunglasses, his blue eyes glanced around. You called in advance to check if they were busy. You knew Marshall would never enjoy the outing if it was packed.

It was relatively empty, besides a few volunteers and a couple filling out papwrwork. A cheerful volunteer greeted you. “Hello! Looking to adopt today?”

“We’re just looking,” Marshall said quickly, earning a smirk from you.

The volunteer nodded and led you two toward the rows of kennels. “Feel free to take your time. Let us know if anyone catches your eye!”

You wandered down the rows, stopping to coo at a young and particularly energetic terrier. Marshall trailed behind, his expression neutral.

Then you heard him stop.

You turned to see him crouched in front of a kennel, his face softened in a way you rarely saw. Inside was a medium-sized dog with short fur, big brown eyes, and a wagging stumpy tail that thumped eagerly against the bars.

“Hey, buddy,” Marshall said quietly, his voice low and soothing. The dog licked his nose through the cage, and Marshall smiled. He removed his sunglasses and hood.

From down the hall, the volunteer noticed Marshall's shift. “He’s a sweetheart. Been here for a couple of months. We’re not sure why, though—he’s a great dog.”

The dog tried to get as close to Marshall as possible. You couldn't help but smile at Marshall as he began petting the dog through the bars. “What’s his name?” you asked the volunteer.

“Stan,” she replied, smiling.

"Well Fuck," Marshall glanced up at you, a mixture of surprise and amusement on his face. He pointed towards the dog, awestruck overcame him. "Oh, this one is trouble."

You bit back a laugh. “It’s meant to be.”

Marshall hesitated, glancing back at the dog. “He’s cool though. Real chill.”

“Do you want to meet him?” the volunteer asked, not understanding the significance of the dog's name.

Marshall nodded slowly. “Yeah. Let’s meet him.”

"Great! Follow me to the playroom. I'll give you a second to prepare yourself for all the cuddles and kisses. Then, I'll bring him in." She said.

You held Marshall's hand on the way to the playroom. You didn't want to get your hopes up, especially since you both agreed to only "look" today. Nonetheless, Marshall's reaction to the little mutt made your heart instantly melt. You knew he needed a dog back in his life.

The volunteer left you two in the playroom to go get Stan. You observed the various toys scattered around. Marshall picked up a plush toy that resembled a blunt. He squeaked it and laughed. "Man, they got the good stuff here!"

You rolled your eyes and smiled, watching Marshall smirk at his own joke. "How are you feeling?" The words seemed to come out of you without your permission.

He sat down the toy and took a second to think. "I'm okay." He looked at you with a small smile. "Conflicted but okay."

Before you could respond, the volunteer opened the door a crack "Ready?"

You looked at Marshall. He noded, "Yes ma'am."

She opened the door Stan bounded around excitedly before stopping in front of Marshall, looking up at him with fixated adoration. Marshall sat cross-legged on the floor, letting Stan climb into his lap.

“Damn, he’s all over me,” Marshall said, laughing as Stan licked his face.

“He might just be your biggest fan. I wonder if he's heard the song,” you teased, settling in beside him.

"God, I hope not!" Marshall chuckled and addressed the dog, "You're not that crazy. Are you? No you're not. You're just a chill little man." Marshall scratched behind Stan’s ears, his face softening again. “I don’t know, Y/N. He’s kinda perfect.”

You smiled, leaning your head on Marshall's shoulder and letting Stan sniff your hand. “He is”

You spent the next ten minutes playing with Stan, who seemed to be drawn to the blunt squeaky toy. He would bounce between you two, but he spent a little extra time with Marshall. Stan seemed to love play-nipping at Marshall's nose. The creak of the door opening pierced through your giggles. The volunteer poked her head in, "Hey folks. How's it going?"

"Great! We relly love him." I said, watching Marshall play wrestle with Stan.

"Well I have some good news and bad news. Stan has been adopted! A couple just finished filling out the papwrwork." As she noticed your reactions, the smile on the volunteer's face faltered. "I apologize. I just found out. Had I known, I would have let you know earlier."

You both gave Stan some more scratches before the volunteer took him to his new owners. As she took him away, he looked back at Marshall. His tongue hung out as his tail danced. You two followed them out of the playroom. Marshall put his sunglasses back on and hid under his hood. He squeezed your hand and excused himself to the restroom.

"You okay?" You whispered. He gave you a small smile and dipped inside the restroom.

A few moments later the volunteer rounded the corner approaching you as you waited for Marshall. "Hey! I forgot to ask, would you like to be added to the waitlist?"

"The waitlist?" You asked.

She smiled wider. "Yes, in case the home does not end of being a good match. If you give me your contact information, I'll write you down on Stan’s waitlist. You'd be first in line."

---

It had been two days since you and Marshall went to the dog shelter. You could tell Marshall was trying to brush off his disappointment. There was just something different about that dog.

Marshall normally was not a Monday person, and today was no expectation. He grumbled as he left for the studio.

You took your time getting ready for work. The house always felt so empty without Marshall home.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your ringtone.

To be continued...

PART TWO Welcome Home

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[shogunish]

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗷𝗼𝘀 & 𝗶. [𝟬𝟳]

synopsis. you were his mama.

words. 784

warnings. none

note. surprise! bet you thought you'd seen the last of me ✨ i didn't forget about tumblr, just had really low motivation bc i got a new job and it sucks the life out of me. but i hope you guys enjoy this chapter even though i disappeared for so long 🫠

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tossing and turning in bed like a fearful deer, sleep didn’t come easily to little megumi.

even with the moonlight gently filtering through the curtains and casting a gentle glow upon his childish self and the plushies he surrounded himself with, it brought him little to no comfort. every time he closed his eyes, nightmares would haunt him. gruesome images of monsters hunting him down, the blood of his family long spilled and devoured while he was running.

running, running, running.

until megumi would fall into the abyss and wake up with a gasp, his spine straight as a candle and his palms clammy with cold sweat. his breath came out in labored huffs while his heart was pounding against his ribcage and about to break through the bone of his sternum to make a run for it.

it was just a dream, megumi realized.

“papa..?” the kid called out gently with a voice as shaky as a house of cards.

of course no one would answer. it was in the middle of the night and his dad was likely blissfully asleep in his own bedroom, snoring away like dads did.

with a teddy bear clutched in megumi’s hold, he almost silently padded along the wooden floors of his home – in case any monsters lurked in the shadows and kept their ears wide open for any sound the child might make. shaky hands opened the door to satoru’s bedroom where it was comfortably warm. it was a little too dark for megumi’s liking but it was bright enough for him to find his dad rousing from his slumber and the sleeping figure next to him.

“had a nightmare?” satoru whispered gently as the wind and wore a sleepy smile on his face as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes to see his own son better in the darkness.

megumi crawled onto the mattress, quickly burying himself underneath the sheets that satoru held up for him. the kid was about to tell satoru all about the horrifying things his mind had made up in his sleep when he was stopped by you stirring right next to him.

the words megumi wanted to say died on the tip of his tongue.

“are you having a sleepover?” megumi whispered quietly as to not wake you.

cerulean eyes gazed over at your quietly snoring self, hair disheveled and hugging a good portion of the blanket to your chest. you were so adorable – even if a bit of drool slipped past the seam of your pretty lips.

“yeah, we’re having a sleepover buddy. wanna join us?” to that question, megumi eagerly nodded his head, snuggled into the sheets and let his head hit the soft pillows underneath him.

the combined warmth of his dad and you enveloped him and managed to seep through megumi’s clothes. it reminded him of warm, familiar honey that he never used to like but now that you were in the picture..

“is [name] my mama?” megumi suddenly asked, staring at his dad with big, dark eyes that resembled a doe’s.

satoru appeared to be taken aback for a second before he managed to catch himself and hugged his little boy to his chest like he always did after the kid had a nightmare. “do you want her to be your mama?”

megumi glanced over at you. it was you who tended to his scraped knees, brought him sweets after going grocery shopping and made up stories for him to fall asleep to. sure, his papa did the same for him but with you..it felt different. it felt like he was your own flesh and blood and not the child of a woman who left her family for whatever reason.

“yes. i want her to be my mama and you my papa.” megumi answered after a beat of silence.

a smile rested on satoru’s lips. knowing that his son got along with you, the woman he loved and adored, made his heart soar the skies like birds did. megumi might not have been your biological son but you acted like it. and maybe, that fact was lost in the sea of the past because neither of you three cared about it anymore.

without realizing it, you had become part of their family and satoru was happy it was you.

he was happy it was you who had rung the bell that day with a batch of cookies in your hands and shyly asking him if everything was alright.

he was happy that it was you who he had kissed in the park.

he was happy it was you who had taken the role of megumi’s mother and hopefully..someday..satoru’s wife, as well.

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[hearts4werka]

NNN day 9 | Shattered Promises

summary: a dangerous war was declared, the one thing you feared would happen in your life ever since your husband Matthew joined the military. The fear of him possibly dying out on the battlefield without a proper goodbye always managed to deliver you nightmares and now your worst fear came true, Matthew had to go off to fight for his country. Is he going to make it and come back home safely, or maybe you’ll forever hold the weight of him in your heart even without him among the living?

warnings: ANGST, military, war, violence mentioned, possible murder, missing limbs, dark times, happy ending (or is it?), sorrow, depressive times, vivid nightmares, triggering content & possibly more! Viewers advisory is supervised and proceed with caution!

authors note: we’re almost there at the double digits! Kinda got this random vibe today and the idea just popped into my head, this is gonna take a lot of military vibe music to get me through this and keep me in the spirit, I’m sorry as this can be kinda inaccurate in some ways 😭, luv yall and hope y’all enjoy this one

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- a month before the war

Laughter fills the air as our joyful golden retriever, Danny continues to jump and deliver eager licks to the side of his face while he lays down on the couch next to me, the television shadowing a soft glow over our faces alongside sunlight pooling in the room, dancing along the shadows of the living room. “Hey, Danny! Calm down there buddy!” He calls out, chuckling between each word, I observe the playful fight, thinking nothing bad could ever happen to our small little family with our fur baby. My hand slithers its way over to pet and ruffle the hairs on Danny's spine.

The whole moment was filled with pure enjoyment and true love, my heart twisting with delight as Matt finally managed to lure Danny off from on top of him and shelds himself with my body, grabbing a hold of my biceps and pull me in front of him. My laughter only intesifying as now Danny begins devoting his attention off Matt to me, hopping onto my chest but this time without eager licks and just relaxes against me, Matt dramatically gasps but a sweet chuckle quickly overpowers it, "Looks like someone has a favorite parent." He jokes, slipping out from under my body and sitting down before me.

After another playful moment passing by, Danny begins to feel tired and snuggles into Matts lap and slowly drifts into peaceful sleep. A romance movie plays in the background as me and Matt starts to chat in soft whispers to not wake up our fur baby. Admiring how at peace and happy he seems in a simple moment like this, feeling like nothing could take away the joy we've build throughout these years of our relationship, I let myself rest my head down onto Matts shoulder, tiredness now shadowing my features. "I got two little cute sleepyheads now, wanna go to bed now?" I nod my head and murmur a positive response.

Slowly and gently removing Danny off his lap to stand up, straightening his legs and turning his head to look at my sleepy form that’s now beginning to fall asleep. He walks over and picks up my body, bridal style just like he had on our wedding and every time I was tired, as well as at unexpected times. I loved him dearly and would never let anything bad happen to him, I was always a deep sleeper but ever since Matthew decided to join the military I was afraid about him possibly dying on the battlefield and I couldnt bear the dark thoughts roaming inside of my mind, it started with simple flashes of him in my mind but then turned into full nightmares I couldn’t bear.

It started flashing his image as he carried me over to our bedroom and laid me down, covering my body with the duvet before undressing himself and sliding under it next to me, he wraps a warm arm around me and pulls me into his chest, nuzzling his face into my hair as a feeling of safety washes over me but when I close my eyes I can only see him, laying on the ground-shot and dead- while his buddies drag his limp to the side for shelter, trying to revive him back to live but without proper medical care it was impossiple for them to. My heart twisted with sorrow as my eyes immediately pop open, unable to fall asleep no matter how hard I tried. I shift my body to face Matt and hide my face in his chest while clutching onto his body as if I would lose him then and there.

- Present day

The morning approaches, sun barely rising over the horizon, casting a warm soft glow over our bodies as I throw the duvet off my body. Seeing Matthew is stil asleep so I make it my misson to quietly get dressed and exit the room, feeling like doing wanting to do something special I decided to make a hot breakfast for him when he decides to wake up. As soon as Danny catches a glimpse of me walking down the stairs he immediatly runs over and demands some head scraches as well as sustenance, chuckling at how much energy he has in the morning, "Oh you want some head scraches? I'll give you some head scarches, you little cutie." He follows me into the kitchen, grabbing his feeding bowl and placing it on the countet but as I was about to get his food I hear something weird from the radio, immediately turning up the volume to hear more context and its coming from the news.

"Welcome everybody, your news-reporter speaking. The United States Of America has declared war upon another country and we need every soldier we can grasp over the age of 18, this is not a drill but a serious war our country is under. Please seek immediate shelter and consider flying out of the country for safety if youre near any of there states..."

I immediately freeze, being unable to move as the other words coming from the reporter become irrelevant to my brain, "every soldier they can grasp" my brain cannot comprehend the state of fear I am before Im pulled out of my thoughts when Matthew comes rushing down the stairs, seeming like he just woke up telling by his messy hair falling over his forehead. He walks over to me, seeing how scared I have become and places a reassuring kiss on my forehead, “It’s going to be okay, darling. I'm going to be fine, I wont leave you." He softly speaks, assuming I've hear all of it on the radion while he got a call, cradling me in his arms and kissing the top of my head to calm me down in any bit, he's known this was my worst fear and the repeative vivid dreams I've woken up to multiple times and him trying to calm my nerves.

He pulls away from the embrace and leans down to be face level with me, his expression softening as my eyes become glossy and shiny with worried tears swirling around in them. "I promise I will come back to you as soon as I get back, you can come with me to the pickup bus." He reassures, wiping away the slowly sliding tear with his thumb on my cheek. My arms wrap around his neck and pull him back in, feeling as this could be the last time we speak and feel each others warm embrace. "I'll go get ready now." He pulls away before turning around and walking back upstairs to dress himself more properly and apropriate, my soul eternally freaking out and not wanting this to be real. Maybe its just a dream-yeah a dream-now I just have to wake up from this nightmare of a day, oh wait, its actually very much real life. Soon I follow Matt into our bedroom and dress myself properly as well, getting rid of the pyjamas and now in outside clothes.

- At the pickup spot

As we approached the bus, my heart ached and twisted in various ways that made me feel sick to my stomach. Other familys and couples surrounded the bus, saying goodbyes and crying as they got on the bus. Matt holds my hand before turning to face me and pulls me into a soft kiss which only lasted a minute before he had to pull away, "Be safe and please don't die out there." I stammered, full of worry and fear for his life. the news reporter stated it would be a dangerous and serious war which only heightened my pulse, for now I had to take his words and cling onto them as much as I can for them to be true. He gave me a last reassuring kiss on the forehead before he got onto the bus, some of his buddies recognised me and I recognized them since Matthew would have them over often and before they got onto the bus to join Matt, they walked over to me and suddenly picked me up into the air. "woah, guys, what are you doing?-" I questioned but without a response in return, they carried me over to where Matt was sitting, he popped his head though the window and suddenly kissed me, I melted right into it and kissed him back almost immediately. It was filled with pure true love and caring, the world around me disappeared and the happy cheers of others started to become more faint to my ears, all of my worries disolve into the air and my only value left was the moment right now.

By the time we pull away, the driver calls out for everyone to get on board as they will be driving away soon, they let me down onto the ground and hop onto the bus themselves, from a distance now I watch as they close the doors and drive away, a feeling of loss washes over me which I can’t brush away no matter how hard I want to trust his words that he’ll be okay but it seems thats a promise he can’t make. I leave the spot and get into Matt’s car in which be drove us here in, feeling his scent lingering still in the air as I drive off back home.

- a year after the start of the war

Everyday after Matthew’s gone off to fight for his country’s freedom, I’ve waited patiently for him to return back home, dreaded the time I would hold him in my arms again, feel his lips on mine or him holding me and calming me down after a terrible nightmare. They’ve only became more intense and I couldn’t bear being alone anymore but got used to it after awhile, everyday I would plant a single white rose in his name since he always loved gifting them to me to remind me of his love and now it reminds me of him, now that a year has passed I could have a whole garden of them.

I was sitting outside infront of my collection of white roses as the sun shined, the sun ever started to remind me of him, of how brightly his smile would light up any room he walked in. My poor baby, gazing upon the growing garden and every single time get reminded of him so I never forget him, I could never forget my poor baby. He was the only man I’ve truly loved and wanted to grow old together, now the only thing I have are reminders of him and dissolving hope of him still being alive out there. “Please come back, my darling.” I murmur under my breath before suddenly being ripped out from my thoughts.

My phone buzzes, indicating an incoming call, I pick up my phone and pick it up, putting on my professional voice and serious face instead of the broke woman I was, “Hello?” I spoke into the receiver, waiting for the caller to speak. “Hello, is this Ms. Sturniolo?” My eyebrows furrow in confusion and skepticism, it slowly easing into my voice. “Yes, this is she. I-Im sorry but who’s calling?” “A former friend of his from the army, I’m here to inform you that your husband Matthew Sturniolo has been pronounced dead duo to a fatal shot in the arm and bleeding out while on the battlefield”

I freeze, the words slowly sinking in before my phone drops on the grassy ground, here I was grasping onto the lasts of my hope that he’s still alive and now he is presumed dead, my hands cover my face as uncontrollable sobs leave my mouth. Tears staining my face and hands, I can’t believe this, he promised he would come back, he… is dead. The worst of my fears has now came true and it hit me like a thousand bricks, I feel something shatter inside of me beyond repair.

I feel… broken? Like a part of me has been ripped out of me without my permission, he has became a part of me and build me into the person I am today, but without him by my side I don’t think I can continue being the same person and living my life normally, he was the only man I’ve loved truly and now he has been taken away from me. What have I done to deserve such punishment? I continue to lay on the ground, consumed by complete depression and a feeling of loss. That night I haven’t returned to my house and slept outside in front of the white roses, the thing that reminded me the most of my dear husband.

- a month after Matthew being presumed dead

The sun slowly rose up over the horizon and I was off to go preform my mundane routine, getting out of bed has been the hardest part every morning and, every emotion has been wiped off my face after… you know after what, I slumped over to my dresser and thrown on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie I stole from Matthew, his specific scent still lingering on it. Walking downstairs, I walk into the kitchen and grab Danny’s bowl, filling it with food and placing it back down in its spot, he doesn’t greet me anymore, the only thing he has been doing besides eating was sit outside near Matthew’s grave in which I would join him every morning, I placed a hand crafted cross on the top of my white rose garden to indicate his grave, some of the older ones have started to wither and loose their beautiful white petals.

It reflects the feelings I feel, being like a withered white rose without him by my side, slowly loosing my color with each passing minute. I exit the house and drop down beside our dog, gazing upon the grave before I speak in a soft voice in hopes that he’s somewhere here, listening to the words I speak from my broken heart. “I wish you could be here with me, I can’t be the same person without you. If you’re listening to me, I love you more than anything in the world.” Every word stings the same amount, my throat feeling tight as I feel tears swirling in my eyes.

“Why wish when I’m right here?”

The sudden words take me out of my focus, the voice sounding too familiar to miss, looking around as my eyes catch a glimpse of Matthew. Wait… Matthew?- I stare at him as he suddenly is walking towards me but there’s something different about him-he’s missing an arm-so he isn’t dead after all? I could be imagining things, I wipe my teary eyes before he extends his arms, my body immediately rising from the ground and running into his warm embrace, feeling the touch I’ve dreaded to be able to feel again on my skin.

“I told you I would come back.” He happily cheered, holding me in his embrace and placing a lingering kiss on my forehead. I feel like myself again, the part of me I thought I lost forever has returned, Danny comes running at us and jumps up and down, wagging his tail aggressively in joy. “I-I thought you were dead, I thought I lost you forever… I-I seriously can’t believe you’re alive, you know they called-“ before I could finish my sentence, he smashes his lips against mine and stopped me from ranting for half an hour about what it was without him for all of this time without him. I slightly relax into the kiss, our dog barked and we chuckled into the kiss together, today I was put back together and felt like myself again now with Matthew beside me again. I’m me again, my other half has returned into its place, I’ll be forever grateful for the lord letting him live and stay with me in earth longer. My poor baby has finally returned and that’s all that matters to me right now.

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The Space In Between

Note from author: Hello, my lovely people. As I said last time, new day, new fic 👀. This is extra special because it really got me into a crazy writing mood. The scenario is not as complicated as it looks, but it might be a bit disappointing for those expecting a Yoongi fic. I promise it is coming, but for now we will focus on Mrs. Jeon for a bit. XoXo YK

Summary: As a celebrity personal trainer, your inner circle was always filled with very popular idols. But what happens when one of your closest clients wants to become more than your friends, even though you are dating his group member?

Warnings: Characters are fake and are a result of fiction, mentions of cheating, explicit content and swear words. Do not copy, translate or remake the story.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “I am absolutely exhausted,” I groan, dramatically collapsing into the car seat like I’ve just run a marathon through hell. I fiddle with the seatbelt that’s currently trying to slice my hipbone in half. “This thing is literally trying to kill me. Who designed these?”

From beside me, Hoseok chuckles, giving me a thumbs up like we’re in a buddy-cop movie. “Hey, we really appreciate you coming, though. The guys are probably dying to see some familiar faces before they rejoin the chaos that is real life.”

He flashes me that signature Hobi smile, the one that could make flowers bloom in winter.

In the front passenger seat, Jin turns halfway around, bracing himself on the back of my chair like he’s about to deliver some divine prophecy. “I bet you're counting down the minutes until Yoongi’s back, huh?”

I shrug, fiddling with the fuzzy cat-shaped keychain dangling from my bag, a mini version of Mochi, our shared white menace. “It’s not too bad. He’s in public service, so his schedule's been flexible-ish. But yeah… I haven’t seen him since May 1st, so I’m definitely ready for some in-person boyfriend energy again.”

And if it wasn’t clear before, yes. Min Yoongi is my boyfriend. That Min Yoongi. The mysterious, effortlessly cool, slightly terrifying BTS rapper that millions of people would sell their soul to share a coffee with? Yeah. Him.

How did that happen? Great question.

Let’s rewind.

A few years ago, I got hired at HYBE as the main personal trainer and pilates instructor for idols. I know, plot twist, right? And in a shocking turn of events, not running my mouth for once actually paid off. My client list exploded. At this point, 80% of the idol industry had been trained under my guidance. HYBE artists in particular were my speciality. So naturally, when I met Yoongi at some swanky corporate event, I was already neck-deep in professional idol land.

And yet, Yoongi was… different. Quiet. Sharp. Inappropriately funny when no one else could hear. We went from polite conversations over buffet shrimp to full-blown dinner buddies within a month. And then, of course, came the romantic disaster waiting to happen.

We started dating while he was already enrolled in his military duties, which probably sounds like the least ideal situation. But honestly, it was kind of perfect. With the other members scattered in different stages of service, we had room to just be. No cameras, no pressure, no “oppa” nonsense.

It was all going great, until it didn’t.

Yoongi, in a moment of boyfriend brain malfunction, meant to send me a cute post-nap selfie of us snuggled in bed, our heads barely peeking out from under the covers like two sleepy dumplings. Adorable, right?

Except he accidentally sent it… to the BTS group chat.

Yeah. That group chat.

I’ll never forget the chaos that followed. Namjoon apparently dropped his tablet. Taehyung’s response was, “Omg hyung???? 😳💀💀💀” Jimin just sent thirty-seven skull emojis and the words “I KNEW IT.” And Jungkook? He texted me separately: “So… you and hyung? For real?”

Lucky for Yoongi, I already had a decent rapport with the members. I was especially close with Jimin and Taehyung through training. And Jungkook… well. Jungkook and I were very close before Yoongi and I ever started dating. Practically work besties.

So now, here I am. In one of two black vans crawling toward the military base to pick up Jimin and Jungkook, who are finally, finally wrapping up their last hours of service. My makeup is doing its best to hide the exhaustion, my heart is low-key sprinting a marathon, and I’m trying very hard not to overthink seeing Jungkook again for the first time in months, after going ghost mode on him.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Jin asks, eyeing me with raised eyebrows and an annoying amount of insight.

“Ready for what?”

“For the moment, Jungkook sees you again and possibly bombards you with questions regarding how you completely forgot about your friendship since you started dating Yoongi.”

I scoff. “He’ll be fine.”

Hoseok laughs so hard he almost chokes on his iced coffee. “You keep telling yourself that, Y/n. You keep telling yourself that.”

And somewhere in the back of my head, I hear a familiar voice.

‘So… you and hyung? For real?’

Yeah. This is going to be fine.

Right? The car slows down as we approach the entrance of the military base, and the first thing I notice, unsurprisingly, is the crowd.

Dozens of cameras are already positioned in front of the gates. Lights are flashing even before we fully come to a stop. Reporters are lined up like they're waiting for royalty to arrive. Honestly, it feels a bit surreal, even though I should be used to this by now.

“Yep… media circus is in full swing,” Jin mutters, peeking through the front window with a sigh. “Didn’t even give them ten seconds of peace.”

“They probably camped out here overnight,” Hoseok says, shaking his head. “They always do this. Every time someone is discharged.”

I lean forward slightly, catching a better glimpse of the chaos outside. “I think I should stay inside,” I say quietly, pulling back just as a blinding camera flash hits the window. “The last thing they need right now is someone new in the frame for people to speculate about.”

Jin turns back toward me, his expression soft. “Good call. It’s already going to be overwhelming.”

“Yeah,” Hoseok agrees. “Better to let them have this moment with the cameras before they get a chance to breathe.”

They both nod at me once more before slipping out of the van, their faces already composed for the media. As the door slides shut behind them, it feels like someone just opened floodgates, camera shutters go off like rapid gunfire, and a wave of voices erupts all at once.

I quietly shift toward the back of the van, climbing over to the end bench and settling in as comfortably as I can. This… is going to take a while.

From my spot, I can see just enough through the tinted windows. The crowd is thick. Security is barely keeping the reporters behind the rope lines. The energy is loud, chaotic.

About ten minutes pass before the large steel gates finally open.

And there they are.

Jimin and Jungkook step out side by side, wearing their uniforms with a quiet pride that’s impossible to ignore. Even from here, I can tell something’s changed. Their posture, their expressions, there’s a gravity in the way they walk now. More grounded. More sure of themselves.

They’ve grown.

Literally too.

Jungkook was muscular before, but now he looks like he could lift Jin and toss him over his shoulder like a gym bag without breaking a sweat. His shoulders are broader, his jawline sharper, and his walk, confident, steady. Even the way he scans the crowd is different. More focused. Controlled.

And Jimin… god. His dancer’s build has shifted. He still moves gracefully, but there’s a solid strength in him now. His arms, his back, even through the uniform, you can see the lean muscle sculpted from daily drills and constant training. He looks like someone who’s been through something and came out the other side tougher.

I watch as they walk toward the others. The moment Jin and Hoseok spot them, they break into a run.

“Jimin-ah!” Hoseok calls out, arms already wide.

Jimin barely has time to react before he’s being wrapped in a full hug, and then Jin’s joining in, slapping Jungkook on the back so hard it actually makes Jungkook laugh.

“I can’t believe it’s really over!” Jin says, eyes already glassy. “You two look like you came back from a drama shoot, not the military!”

Jungkook grins, pulling him in for a tight hug. “Hyung, you’re gonna make me cry.”

“You’re not allowed to cry before me,” Jimin chimes in, his voice soft but teasing. “That’s the rule.”

Reporters are shouting questions now, microphones shoved into the chaos from every angle.

“How does it feel to be discharged?”

“Jimin-ssi! Jungkook-ssi! What are your plans now?”

“Is BTS planning a comeback soon?”

Neither of them answers right away. They’re too busy taking it in, hugging their members, greeting staff, exchanging quiet words that don’t carry over the noise. Hoseok hands them each a bouquet, classic white roses wrapped in blue ribbon, and Jin tries to snap a selfie while the camera flashes nearly blind him.

I stay still, tucked into my corner of the van. Watching. Taking it all in. My heart’s racing a little faster than I’d like, but I can’t help it.

This is a big moment, for them, and somehow… for me too.

And then it happens.

Jungkook turns his head slightly. His eyes scan the crowd, casual at first. But then he pauses. Looks past the cameras. Past the noise. Toward the van.

Our eyes meet through the tinted glass.

Just for a second.

But he sees me.

And I know it. After about twenty more minutes of interviews, camera flashes, and a seemingly endless stream of questions from the press, the atmosphere finally begins to shift. Hoseok and Jin stand off to the side, quietly admiring the way Jimin and Jungkook handle the attention with that familiar polished ease, half-practiced charm, half genuine relief to be back.

The crowd starts thinning, the PR team begins giving signals, and finally, someone calls out, “Alright, let’s wrap it up here. Let’s get the boys to the vans.”

From where I’m sitting, I can just barely see through the tinted glass. The four of them start to split, Jimin and Hoseok walking toward the first van, deep in quiet conversation. Jin follows a few steps behind Jungkook, who’s moving steadily in our direction.

I feel my heart drop straight into my stomach.

The sliding door opens with a mechanical hiss, and then…

There he is.

Jungkook steps in first, followed closely by Jin, and the moment our eyes meet, it’s like the world pauses. His gaze lands on me like a weight, pinning me in place. It’s not surprise on his face, not exactly. It’s something deeper, recognition, warmth… longing?

I blink, but before I can even say his name, he moves. Without warning, Jungkook launches himself over the bench separating us, throwing his arms around me in a hug that’s more relief than greeting.

“I haven’t seen you in forever,” he says, voice low, face buried against my shoulder. I feel him inhale, and it’s clear he’s taking in the scent of my hair like it’s something he’s missed. Like it’s something he’s needed.

I laugh, soft and stunned, and glance at Jin with wide eyes. “Uh… hey to you too,” I say, tapping Jungkook’s back a couple times in the universal please release me now signal.

Jin raises his eyebrows, clearly just as taken aback as I am. “Okay, dramatic reunion noted,” he says lightly, though there’s an amused smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Jungkook finally pulls back, eyes bright, cheeks slightly flushed. He climbs over the bench and settles into the seat next to Jin, but his eyes don’t leave mine. They’re shining. And not just with happiness. There’s something else there, something heavier, more personal. And I don’t want to name it.

Not yet.

“Ahh, Jungkook,” Jin says, squeezing his shoulder with a brotherly warmth. “Can’t believe you’re actually out. You made it.”

Jungkook nods, exhaling like he’s been holding his breath for months. “Yeah… I still can’t believe it either. It feels unreal. I’m excited, but it’s… weird too.”

He turns to me again. “And Y/n. Seriously, thank you for coming. It means a lot.”

I smile, sitting forward slightly so I don’t have to talk over the seats. “No worries. I figured it might be my last chance to see you before you get swallowed up by schedules and rehearsals again.”

“That’s exactly what’s about to happen,” Jin says with a chuckle, leaning back against his seat. “Ten days from now, Yoongi’s out, and after that, poof, Y/n belongs to him again. This might be our final moment of freedom.”

I laugh at the joke, light-hearted and warm, and Jin joins me. But Jungkook doesn’t laugh.

His expression doesn’t shift right away. He just stares at the space between us, jaw tight for a split second before he smooths it into a smile. But I saw it, the flicker of something real, unfiltered, just beneath the surface.

Because for Jin, it’s a joke. But for Jungkook, it’s not.

He knows this moment, me, sitting here, waiting for him, sharing space, smiling like old times, it’s temporary. Once Yoongi’s out, this soft in-between space we’re in disappears. And he won’t have moments like this anymore.

Not like this.

Not with me.

Jin leans his head back and closes his eyes briefly, rubbing at his temples. “God, it’s already starting. Schedules. Emails. I’ve got fifteen unopened messages just from the stylist team.”

“I haven’t even turned my phone back on,” Jungkook mutters.

“You’re in for a lovely shock when you do,” Jin replies.

Jungkook glances at me again, then speaks a little softer. “Did Yoongi… know you were coming today?”

I hesitate. “Yeah. I told him. He said it made sense, that you’d probably want people you were close to there. He was fine with it.”

Jungkook nods, but doesn’t say anything for a moment.

“You were always there,” he says after a beat, almost like he’s not talking to me directly, just stating a fact. “Before. During. Even when you couldn’t visit often. I felt that.”

I don’t know what to say to that. So I just look at him. And he looks back, like he wants to ask something he knows he can’t.

Jin breaks the silence with a yawn. “Okay, this van better stop at a convenience store or I’m going to collapse. I need real food, not protein bars and cafeteria rice.”

That makes Jungkook laugh, and the tension finally cracks. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

We drive off a few minutes later, the mood lighter again. But as I stare out the window, I can still feel Jungkook’s eyes on me, watching, remembering.

And maybe, just maybe, wishing things were different. 10 months ago — 11:12 PM

Private bathroom, second floor of the gym

“Don’t touch me, Jungkook.” My voice is sharp, more out of panic than anger, as I swat his hand away from my shoulder and storm into the private bathroom.

The door creaks shut behind me with a heavy thud, but it doesn’t stay closed for long. He follows quietly, but with purpose. Click. The lock turns. The silence between us now is suffocating.

“Stop yelling,” he says lowly, shutting the door behind him and leaning against it, arms crossed, his chest still heaving from the workout, and now, from this confrontation. “Please.”

I turn to face him, still brimming with fury, my heart pounding in my ears. “You’re out of your fucking mind,” I snap, voice lower now, but no less sharp. “Do you even realise what you’re asking me?”

He doesn’t flinch. “Then tell me. What exactly am I asking you?”

“You’re asking me if I’m in love with you,” I say, voice trembling slightly, though I try to steady it. “Knowing that I’m with Yoongi. Knowing he’s your friend. Your brother. What the hell is wrong with you?”

His jaw clenches, and he runs a hand through his damp hair, breathing hard. “Then just answer the question,” he says, stepping forward, pointing toward the door. “Say it. Say you don’t have feelings for me, not even a little, and I swear to God, I’ll walk out of here and never bring it up again.”

I blink at him, stunned. “You’re insane.”

“Maybe,” he says, voice dropping as he takes another step forward, closing the space between us. “But you’re not trying to convince me that I’m wrong. And that says more than anything.”

“Jungkook…”, I warn, pressing my back against the cold tile wall near the sink. “Don’t do this right now.”

“Why not now?” he snaps. “Why is it always the wrong time with you? We’ve been circling each other for two years. I know you. I know how your mind works. I know how you pull away whenever things feel too real.”

He pauses, breathing shakily, his eyes scanning my face like he’s looking for permission he already knows he doesn’t have.

“I watched you run away from this,” he says, quieter now. “From us. Every time I tried to show you there was something more than just ‘friendship’ here, you shut it down. And then, suddenly, you’re with Yoongi. Just like that.”

I say nothing, because there is nothing to say.

“You took the safe option,” he continues, his voice cracking slightly. “You knew he was steady. Predictable. He wouldn’t mess things up. But me?” He laughs bitterly. “I scared you.”

“You didn’t scare me,” I whisper.

“I still do,” he replies.

I close my eyes, feeling the air shift around us. There’s barely any space left between our bodies now. I can smell the post-workout scent of him, clean sweat, faint cologne, something that’s always been him.

“I care about Yoongi,” I say, barely audible. “He’s good to me. He’s never made me question….”

“But does he make you feel like this?” Jungkook interrupts, eyes locked on mine. “Do you lie awake at night thinking about him the way I think about you? Do you stop breathing when he walks into the room? Does it hurt to not touch him when you’re this close?”

I inhale sharply, turning my face away, but he doesn’t let me hide.

“You’re not just hurting me by pretending this isn’t real,” he says. “You’re hurting yourself.”

His hand lifts gently, almost unsure, like he’s giving me time to pull away. But I don’t. His fingers touch my cheek, warm and trembling slightly. I meet his eyes. There’s a storm behind them, but also something softer. Something aching.

And that’s when it happens.

I move first.

The kiss is hesitant, painfully slow, like we both know it’s a mistake, but neither of us can stop. His lips meet mine like he’s afraid I’ll disappear. Like he’s been holding this in for so long, it hurts to finally let it out.

We stay like that, lost, for just a moment. But it feels like the world pauses.

When I pull away, my forehead rests gently against his. Our breaths are short. My hands are shaking.

“I’m so sorry,” I whisper.

He doesn’t speak. His eyes close, and for a second, I swear I feel him nod, just once. Like he already knew this would be the end before it even began.

Because that kiss wasn’t a promise. It was a farewell.

A final, selfish second in a world where we could’ve been something else, before I walked back into reality, into Yoongi’s arms, and left Jungkook behind. —---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “So, Y/n,” Jin says suddenly, turning in his seat to face me with that mischievous glint he always seems to keep tucked behind his polite smile. “Are you going to join us for dinner tonight? Taehyung and Namjoon are coming too. Should be a good time.”

I lift my gaze from my phone, a little surprised at the question. “Dinner?”

“Yeah,” he says. “Little welcome-back thing. Nothing fancy, just the usual suspects and too much food.”

I glance toward Jungkook beside him, but he’s staring out the window, fingers absently tapping against his leg.

“I can’t,” I say, giving Jin an apologetic smile. “I have a late training session tonight, with some of the Twice girls. Their schedules are tight this week.”

Jin gives me a small, understanding nod, but Jungkook reacts more slowly. His eyes flick toward me for a moment, then back to the front of the car.

“Oh,” is all he says.

That single syllable lands heavier than it should. There's a subtle shift in the air, like the temperature dropped a couple of degrees.

I glance back at my phone, suddenly wishing I hadn’t mentioned Twice by name. Not because I’m hiding anything, but because Jungkook knows them, too. He trained at my studio with them once or twice. And now I wonder what he’s thinking.

No one says much after that. The silence is… comfortable, but not effortless. A little too still.

Ten minutes later, the van pulls up behind my apartment building, the driver easing us into the private back entrance like always. A familiar routine. No flashing cameras, no curious glances, just the quiet hum of returning home.

“Well,” I say, unclipping my seatbelt and grabbing my bag from the floor, “it was really good seeing you both again.”

“You too,” Jin says, smiling softly. “Don’t be a stranger.”

Jungkook just nods. Brief. Almost too brief.

“Bye,” I offer, pushing open the van door and stepping out into the cool evening air. “Take care, yeah?”

Another nod, and I give them one last wave before slipping through the revolving doors and into the lobby of my building.

I’m halfway down the hall toward the elevator when my phone buzzes in my pocket.

Jungkook: Is there any way I can convince you to come to dinner tonight?

I stop walking for a moment, staring down at the screen. My thumb hovers over the reply button as a slow sigh escapes my lips.

Of course. Of course, he wouldn’t let it go that easily.

I lean against the wall near the elevator and begin to type.

Y/n: I really can’t, Jungkook. The session runs until 9 pm, and by the time I’d be done and showered, it’s too late. Plus, my car’s still in the shop. I don’t feel great taking the train that late by myself.

His reply comes faster than I expect.

Jungkook: I’ll come pick you up.

Followed quickly by:

Jungkook: And I’ll drop you off. You won’t have to worry about anything.

I pause, jaw tightening slightly.

Y/n: Jungkook… I don’t think that’s a good idea.

The dots appear. Then disappear. Then reappear. Then finally:

Jungkook: Don’t worry. It’s not like that. I’m bringing my girlfriend to the dinner too. I just hoped… maybe we could go back to being the friends we were. You know. Before.

I reread the message. Then again. Then again, just to make sure I didn’t misread it.

Girlfriend?

My heart stutters for a moment. Just a beat, small, subtle, but it’s there. I feel it in the way my hand tightens around my phone. In the way my thoughts scatter like startled birds.

Since when?

A strange weight settles in my chest. Not jealousy, exactly. Just… something close. Something hollow.

He has a girlfriend. That should be a good thing. It is a good thing. It’s what people do. They move on. They find someone new.

But I hadn’t realised he had.

And I hadn’t realised how much that would make me feel like I’d just missed a step on the stairs.

I type, then delete. Then type again.

Y/n: Okay. Sure. I’ll be ready at 9:30.

His reply is instant.

Jungkook: Great. See you later.

I slide my phone into my pocket and step into the elevator. As the doors close in front of me, I lean my head back against the wall, eyes drifting up to the ceiling.

Friends.

Just friends.

Right. —---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Try to stretch it out, and when you dance, try to use some tape under it,” I tell Momo as she waves me goodbye. It’s a little past 9 PM, and the gym is finally quiet.

The last echoes of Twice’s chatter have faded into silence, the sound of their laughter replaced by the soft hum of the air conditioning and the faint scuff of my sneakers against the polished floor. I’m alone now, wiping down the weights section with practised speed. My body’s aching and my eyelids feel like they’re being held open by sheer willpower, but I’ve still got one more thing to do, get home, change, and somehow make it to dinner in one piece.

I toss another used towel into the laundry bin and grab a fresh one, crouching to wipe down the last bench. That’s when I hear it, the familiar ding of the front doorbell. It startles me for a second. No one else is scheduled this late.

I turn, expecting maybe a staff member who forgot something. Instead, standing casually just inside the entrance is Jungkook.

He’s in his usual off-duty look, an oversized black t-shirt that nearly reaches his thighs, ripped jeans, and those chunky sneakers he always says are “surprisingly comfortable.” His hair’s a little tousled, like he ran his hands through it one too many times, and he’s got that same unreadable expression he always wears when he’s thinking too much and saying too little.

“Oh. Hey,” I say, straightening up and tossing the damp towel in the bin. “What are you doing here?”

He gives me a lazy half-smile and leans his weight against the leg press machine like it’s home. “Figured you’d be finishing around now. I remembered your car’s still in the shop, and thought you might end up taking the metro. I was nearby, so I thought I’d drive you home, save both of us some time before dinner.”

I blink, caught slightly off guard. “You really didn’t have to. I was going to take a taxi.”

“Well, I’m already here,” he says, eyes following me as I cross the room to shut down the speaker system. “Might as well follow through.”

He says it so casually, like it’s nothing. Like it’s normal. But the way his gaze tracks my every move… it’s different. It’s not quite intense, not quite soft. Just… observant. Like he’s searching for something on my face, but isn’t sure what.

I glance at him briefly over my shoulder. “Didn’t you have to pick up your girlfriend, too?”

He doesn’t flinch. “Minjeong’s taking an Uber to the restaurant. It’s easier that way, with the press and everything.”

I pause for a second, the name catching me off guard. Minjeong.

Something clicks.

Wait. Minjeong. Winter.

“So… you’re dating Winter?” The words slip out before I can stop them, a little sharper and more surprised than I meant.

He lets out a small chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “Isn’t it kind of weird to call her by her stage name?”

“I mean… yeah. Sorry.” I turn back to the laptop, pretending to focus on logging out even though my hands are suddenly colder than they were a second ago. “I guess I just didn’t know. That you two were… together.”

“It’s not a secret,” he says, a little more gently now. “Just new. Kind of recent.”

“Oh.” I close the laptop softly. “Still. Surprising.”

He walks a few steps closer, still giving me that unreadable look. “Is it… a bad surprise?”

I hesitate, then shake my head. “No. Just unexpected. That’s all.”

He watches me for another beat, like he wants to say something more but decides against it. Then, as if sensing the air's shifted, he shrugs it off.

“Well. You ready to go?”

I grab my bag and sling it over my shoulder. “Yeah. Just give me a second to turn off the lights in the back.”

As I walk away, I can feel the weight of his gaze still on me. There’s nothing inappropriate in it, nothing dramatic. But something about the way he showed up tonight, the way he mentioned Minjeong like it was just a passing note, and the way he looked at me when I said her name… it all sits heavy in my chest.

Not quite tension. Not quite confused.

Just something unspoken.

And maybe that’s what’s bothering me most of all. His car is parked in the underground garage, right next to the service elevator reserved for staff and VIPs. One of the many perks of working at a gym designed exclusively for idols: privacy was taken seriously. No paparazzi. No fans lurking outside. Just a quiet, dimly lit basement and a sleek black G-Wagon that looked like it hadn’t seen a speck of dust in its life.

I pull open the passenger door and slide inside. The familiar scent hits me instantly, something like bergamot, leather, and the faintest trace of his cologne. Jungkook doesn’t say anything right away. He simply taps the start button, shifts into drive, and the car eases forward with a low hum.

It’s quiet for a moment, the kind of silence that feels heavy instead of comfortable.

“I didn’t know you could tint your front windshield,” I say, peering through the darkened glass ahead of us. The entire car is blacked out, almost like we’re in a cocoon detached from the outside world.

He glances over at me, the corner of his mouth curving up just slightly. “Well, when you’re an idol, you learn that there are ways to make certain things happen. Privacy becomes more like a… necessity than a luxury.”

“I can see that now.”

A short pause.

“You know,” he says after a beat, eyes still on the road, “I did miss you.”

I stiffen slightly, the words landing in the space between us with a weight I’m not ready to carry.

“Jungkook…” I start, voice low. “I don’t think we should….”

“I don’t mean it like that,” he cuts in quickly, glancing at me before returning his focus to the street. “Not like that, Y/n. Don’t worry.”

My grip on my bag loosens, just a little. I look out the window as we turn down a quieter street, my street. “Then how do you mean it?”

He exhales slowly, like he’s been holding something in for too long. “I mean it like... I missed my friend. We used to hang out almost half the week. Random late-night ramen runs, movies at your place, gym sessions that turned into therapy appointments.” He smiles softly. “Then I went into the military, and everything just… stopped. We barely talked. Except that one time.”

I swallow and look over at him, finally meeting his eyes for more than a second. “Yeah. That one time.”

He nods slightly, pulling into the parking area behind my building. He puts the car in park but doesn’t make a move to get out.

There’s a silence again. This time, it’s loaded.

“It’s really good that you got a girlfriend,” I say, still watching him. “I’m really happy for you, Jungkook. I mean that.”

His eyes flicker with something I can’t quite name, surprise? Gratitude? Maybe a bit of both. “Thank you. Yeah… I am. It’s still new, but it feels good. Peaceful.”

“That’s all anyone can hope for,” I murmur, then add quietly, “I mean it. You deserve to be happy.”

He watches me for a second, his expression softer than I expect. “And you?”

I blink. “Me?”

“Are you happy?”

The question catches me off guard, and I hesitate before answering. “I’m... trying. With Yoongi, things are solid. We’re figuring it out, even with the distance. It’s just... you know. Life doesn’t pause for any of us.”

Jungkook nods slowly. “No, it really doesn’t.”

I take a breath, then speak before I can second-guess myself. “Can I ask you something?”

“Always.”

I look over again, carefully. “Can we please just put what happened that night behind us? I don’t want it hanging over us anymore. I miss having you as my friend.”

His face softens, and without hesitation, he replies, “Of course, Y/n.”

A quiet smile passes between us. No tension, no hesitation, just mutual understanding. Maybe even relief.

We both open our doors at the same time, stepping out into the soft hum of the quiet back alley. The air is cooler than I expected.

I turn, surprised to see him locking the car and casually making his way to the building entrance. “Wait, you’re coming up?”

He gives me a look, eyebrows raised. “I hope you didn’t think I was just going to wait in the car like your personal chauffeur.”

A short laugh escapes me. “Honestly? I wasn’t sure.”

“Well,” he says, already halfway to the back door, “you invited me. And also, I’ve been dreaming about your coffee ever since the army started serving whatever that was in the mess hall.”

I shake my head, following after him with a smirk. “You’re impossible.”

“I missed being impossible with you,” he calls back, and even though the words are light, there’s something real underneath them. We step out of the elevator, trying to move like two shadows rather than two fully grown adults returning from a military base reunion. I keep glancing over my shoulder as we make our way down the hallway toward my apartment, silently praying we don’t run into Mrs. Ko from 502. That woman has eyes like a hawk and the energy of a detective on her fifth espresso.

“Could you walk less suspiciously?” Jungkook murmurs behind me, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets. “You’re going to draw more attention like that.”

“I am not suspicious,” I whisper back. “I’m just being cautious. The last time someone saw me bringing a man home, I got a passive-aggressive note on my door about ‘maintaining the moral purity of the hallway.’”

He lets out a low chuckle. “Still haven’t moved out of the drama-filled retirement building, huh?”

We reach my door, and I unlock it with a sigh of relief, stepping inside and quickly ushering him in. He slips off his sneakers and gently pushes the door shut behind him.

“Wow,” he says, looking around the living room. “Your place hasn’t changed at all. Same plants. Same little bookshelf. Even the same candle that smells like vanilla and… what is that, regret?”

I laugh under my breath, tossing my gym bag onto the entry bench. “It’s vanilla and cedarwood, thank you very much. But yeah, not much has changed.”

He walks in further, taking in the room with that quiet curiosity of his. “It feels… emptier, though.”

I glance around, noticing what he means. The missing stack of coffee table books, the second yoga mat gone from the corner, even the cereal boxes that used to fight for shelf space. “Well, yeah,” I say, pulling a towel out of my gym bag. “Half of my daily stuff is at Yoongi’s now. Toothbrush, charger, extra hoodie. It just made sense.”

He nods, but doesn’t say anything. Just flops down on the couch and unlocks his phone, the screen glowing in his eyes. I watch him for a moment before heading toward the bathroom.

“I’m gonna take a quick shower,” I call over my shoulder.

“Go ahead,” he replies without looking up. “I’ll just be here, slowly losing circulation in my legs from your stiff couch.”

Fifteen minutes later, I step out of the bathroom, clean and wrapped in my favorite robe, hair damp and clinging to my shoulders. I go through the motions of skincare on autopilot, but my brain is somewhere else entirely. I pause in front of my open closet, arms crossed, staring at the overflowing hangers like they personally wronged me.

I press the robe tighter around myself, tugging the belt like it's going to give me divine fashion wisdom. Nothing looks right. Everything feels either too formal or not enough. I’m stuck in that weird in-between zone, wanting to look like I didn’t try but also like I magically look amazing by accident.

“You good?” Jungkook’s voice cuts into my thoughts, and I jump a little.

He’s peeking into the room, one hand on the doorframe, the other still holding his phone.

“I have no idea what to wear,” I admit, still staring at the closet like it might grow legs and walk away.

He opens the door a little wider and steps inside cautiously. “Well, considering we’re just going out for late-night barbecue and possibly over-ordering every side dish on the menu, I’d say... jeans and a T-shirt?”

I glance at him over my shoulder. “That’s it?”

“Comfy, simple. You’ll thank me after your second plate of pork belly,” he says with a small grin, walking a bit further in. “Also, your closet is terrifying. I think it just sighed at me.”

I huff out a laugh and grab a slouchy pair of jeans from the pile that’s half-folded, half-chaos. Then I pull out a fitted black T-shirt that always makes me feel slightly more put-together than I actually am.

“This okay?” I hold up the combo toward him.

He nods. “Perfect. You always look good in black.”

His tone is casual, friendly, but there’s something in the pause afterward that makes me glance at him more closely. He meets my eyes for a second, then looks away.

“Would you mind?” I ask, motioning toward the door.

“Oh-yeah. Sorry.” He steps back quickly, pulling the door closed behind him with a soft click.

Once alone, I sit on the edge of the bed for a moment, letting out a long breath.

It’s weird, having him here again. In my space. It used to be normal, before everything changed. Before Yoongi and I became official. Before Jungkook left for the military and things between us… shifted into something quieter.

I shake the thought away and start getting dressed.

Outside, I hear him clear his throat, then say, almost too casually, “So… are you still nervous about seeing everyone next week? When Yoongi’s officially discharged?”

I pause, pulling the shirt over my head.

“I don’t know,” I call back. “Part of me’s relieved. Part of me’s worried. Everything’s moving so fast again.”

There’s a beat of silence before he responds. “You’re not the only one who feels that way.”

And somehow, that comforts me more than it probably should. —---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “If it isn’t the woman of the hour,” Namjoon announces as soon as Jungkook and I walk into the private dining room tucked away in the back of the restaurant.

He rises from his seat with the grace of someone who’s had just enough to drink to feel both charming and unstoppable.

I laugh, stepping into his open arms for a quick hug. “I missed your dramatic entrances, Joon.”

“They missed you too,” he says, smiling down at me before letting me go.

I make my way around the table, greeting everyone one by one, familiar faces, warm smiles, casual teasing. This group has always had a way of making you feel like you’ve been gone a day, even when it's been months.

I take the empty seat next to Jimin, who scoots over to make room for me. Jungkook settles in beside me, at the very end of the table. His presence is quiet, but his shoulder brushes mine briefly as he sits, and for some reason, I feel my breath catch for just a second.

“So, Y/n,” Jimin says, nudging my shoulder with his, “scale of one to ten��how much did you miss hanging out with us?”

“Easy,” I say, leaning into the nudge, “a hundred.”

“That’s not a scale, that’s cheating,” he grins.

“But it’s true,” I say, glancing around at all of them. “You guys have been weirdly hard to replace.”

“I bet you’re counting down the days until Yoongi comes back and saves you from us,” Taehyung calls out from across the table, smirking.

Everyone laughs, and I shake my head with a smile. “You have no idea. He’s the only one who doesn’t try to force me into drinking games.”

“That’s because he’d lose,” Jin says casually. “Yoongi plays the long game. Strategic retreat.”

“Or he just pretends to sleep when he’s had enough of our nonsense,” Hobi adds, already halfway into a glass of something amber.

Conversations start branching off again, Jin and Namjoon are comparing notes about the menu, Taehyung is busy showing something ridiculous on his phone to the guys on his end. It feels… easy. Familiar. But the seat beside me grows suddenly lighter as Jungkook gets up.

“I’m gonna go grab Minjeong. She’s here,” he says, not really to anyone in particular.

I glance up just in time to see him walking out, already scanning the hallway beyond the private room.

Jimin shifts beside me, then leans in slightly. His voice is quieter now. “Hey… you wanna switch seats?”

I blink. “What?”

“I figured it might be a little awkward,” he says carefully. “Being right next to them. Especially if you don’t know her.”

I hesitate for a moment before nodding. “Yeah. Yeah, that’d be great actually.”

We do the subtle shuffle, me sliding out, him slipping into my old seat, and now I’m between Jimin and Hoseok, while Namjoon sits directly across from me. The air feels lighter already.

“You good?” Hoseok asks under his breath, his elbow brushing mine gently.

“Yeah. Thanks,” I reply. “This is safer territory.”

“Safe zone unlocked,” he says, mock-serious, and gives me a tiny toast with his glass of water.

A few moments later, the door creaks open again, and we all instinctively glance toward it.

“Hello, everyone,” a soft, polite voice says.

There she is, Minjeong. She’s standing in the doorway, smiling a little uncertainly, and behind her is Jungkook, his hand hovering at the small of her back like he’s not sure whether to guide her or just let her take the lead.

“Nice to see you again, Miss Winter,” Namjoon says with a half-grin, raising his glass with exaggerated formality.

Minjeong laughs lightly, a little surprised but clearly amused. “Nice to see you too, Namjoon-ssi.”

Hobi leans toward me and whispers, “He’s definitely already tipsy.”

I stifle a laugh. “That explains the sudden British accent.”

Minjeong and Jungkook walk over to the table, and she takes the seat Jungkook had been sitting in earlier, close to my old seat.

I catch it, the tiny flicker in Jungkook’s eyes as he realises I’m no longer beside him. He glances toward where Jimin now sits, then to me across the table, brows furrowing ever so slightly in a way that says, Wait, when did that happen?

He doesn’t say anything, though. Just slides into the chair next to her, carefully casual. But I know him well enough to recognise that micro-expression. Confused? Maybe. Disappointed? I can't tell. Not yet.

Across from me, Namjoon has resumed his storytelling mode, but I can’t focus. I catch glimpses of Minjeong as she starts talking with the others, her voice light and clear, her laugh practised but genuine. She’s beautiful. Composed. Polished in that way people who are used to being looked at tend to be.

And Jungkook? He listens to her, nods at the right times, and even smiles when she touches his arm during a story. But once, just once, his eyes flick to me again.

And I look away. “Okay, so,” Jin starts from the opposite end of the table, raising his glass slightly like he's about to make a presidential announcement. “Should we just say screw it and get absolutely wasted tonight?”

A chorus of groans and laughter follows, and Jimin, sitting beside me with one arm casually slung over the back of my chair, raises a brow. “Only if you’re paying, hyung.”

Everyone else at the table nods in enthusiastic agreement.

Jin grins like he’s been waiting for that. “Consider it done.” He whips out his card with unnecessary flair and hands it to the amused waiter, who chuckles as he walks away.

“You didn’t drive here, did you?” I ask Jimin, eyeing the way he’s already halfway through his third drink.

“Nah,” he says, sipping again without pause. “But we’ll probably call the drivers to bring the vans once we’re done. I can drop you off, don’t worry about it.” He flashes me that familiar, easy smile, the one he gives when he’s just trying to be thoughtful. But something about it feels a little too light, too casual.

Across the table, I catch Jungkook looking at me. His gaze is heavier than usual, unreadable, and lingers too long. The buzz of conversation around us seems to dull slightly in the background.

Jimin must sense it too, because a moment later he leans in, shielding his mouth with his hand like he’s whispering state secrets. “The hell is up with him?”

I intend to focus on my cocktail. “Definitely not enough alcohol.”

Jimin snorts into his glass.

As the night wears on, our table slowly descends into that comfortable kind of chaos only old friends can pull off. Plates are stacked high with whatever fried food survived our attack, and drinks keep appearing as if summoned by some tipsy magician. Laughter gets louder. Stories get longer. Voices overlap.

At some point, Namjoon pushes his chair back with a low groan. “I should go before I forget how doors work.”

He gets up, clapping Jungkook on the back and giving me a warm smile. “It was great seeing you, Minjeong. And you too, Y/n. Glad you came out tonight.”

“Drive safe!” Hoseok calls out as Namjoon disappears out of the room with a little stumble that earns a round of snickers.

By the time the clock hits 1 a.m., most of us are winding down.

“Should we call the vans?” Hoseok asks, checking his phone. “It’s getting late.”

“I’m going to drop Y/n off,” Jimin says, already typing on his phone. “Anyone else want to ride in the same van?”

Before anyone answers, Jungkook suddenly speaks. “Us.”

His voice is calm but firm, and it draws all attention to him.

There’s a pause, just a beat too long.

Hoseok blinks. “But Kook, wouldn’t it be faster if you came with us? Your place is, like, ten minutes from mine.”

Jin points at him with the last of his drink. “Yeah, Jimin and Y/n live on the other side of the city. That’s a detour and a half.”

“I know,” Jungkook says, eyes not leaving the table. “But Minjeong lives in that part of town too.”

Minjeong, who’s been quiet most of the evening, perks up slightly. “Wait, I thought you were staying over at mine?”

The air shifts. Not dramatically, but enough for me to feel it. Something twists in my stomach, subtle but undeniable.

“Right,” Jungkook says, hesitating for half a second. “I just figured it’d be easier to head over together.”

Jin hums into his glass, raising his eyebrows slightly but saying nothing more. Hoseok glances at me, then at Jimin, but stays quiet.

Jimin doesn’t look at Jungkook, not directly. Instead, he nudges me gently with his elbow. “You good to ride with me?”

“Yeah,” I say quickly, forcing a smile. “Of course.”

But my eyes meet Jungkook’s for a split second across the table.

And in that moment, just that breath of silence, I see something I don’t expect. Regret. Or guilt. Or maybe both.

Then it’s gone.

He looks away, and the conversation moves on. Plans are confirmed, checks are signed, and people start standing up and stretching after hours of sitting and drinking. But the knot in my stomach stays. And I can’t help but wonder what exactly it is that Jungkook regrets.

[storiesoflilies]

school bus love (4)

synopsis: a series of successes, but it can’t always be sunshine and rainbows, can it?

pairing: teen!toji fushiguro x teen!f!reader.

warnings: none.

a/n: i’m done with my exams and i’m freeee! to celebrate, i’ve dropped more lily lore hehe. apologies if this isn’t the best, i’m so so tired, but i really wanted to post today! enjoy my darlings xo

part 3 // part 5

toji fushiguro was an exceptionally hard nut to crack.

throughout the past two months, they had sent each other daily streaks. as per usual, she sent her usual quirky streaks to try and pique his interest. to her credit, it worked quite a number of times, as they’d had quite a few conversations over snapchat. they hadn’t been flirting, but it was still progress, and she was absolutely ecstatic every time she managed to crack toji’s enigmatic shell and draw him in.

however, they never spoke in person on the bus.

“you’re both bizarre,” her bus buddy had commented in private, rolling her eyes. “how can you snap each other every day and then not even speak actual words?”

she bit her lip nervously, swinging her heavy backpack higher onto her shoulder. “i don’t know! i’m too shy, maybe he is too?”

her bus buddy sighed heavily and rolled her eyes, clawing for her revision notes from somewhere inside her tote bag. exam season was in full swing, and having any sort of distraction was far from ideal. she was studying hard, but with thoughts of toji rippling in the back of her mind like a tantalizing fruit swinging high up on a tree, just out of reach.

she noticed that he often deflected the conversation back to her whenever she asked him slightly more personal questions. toji seemed to more interested in hearing about her old life back home, about the way of life and culture. while it was nice that he took an interest, his deflections and apparent unwillingness to reveal much about himself made her seriously doubt if toji had any sort of feelings for her.

chasing after him was maddening, and still so very addictive.

however, she had to decide when it was time to go cold turkey and cut her losses, but that time wasn’t just yet.

a movie was playing in the background as she peacefully lounged in the living room after a particularly long day at school. the rain hammered down outside, creating a pleasant hum of droplets hitting the roof, and she snuggled up further into the couch with her steaming mug of tea.

“so, how’s the handsome boy doing?” her mom suddenly perked up, sipping a glass of fizzy water. “the one at the bus stop.”

“oh, toji? we’re still talking.”

“you’re still just talking? he hasn’t asked you on a date yet?”

“mom, don’t. it’s exam time, i’m not thinking about that right now, and i bet he isn’t either.”

“alright, alright! i’m just saying, maybe you should take the initiative instead of waiting for him.”

she contemplated that with a finger placed thoughtfully on her lip. she’d always wanted to be asked on her first date, not the other way around, and it was a sentiment she wanted to hold on to for as long as possible. moreover, she wasn’t even totally sure that toji liked her back.

the plan had to shift; she had to step it up just a notch.

that night, after sending a picture of her midnight snack of avocado on toast and successfully attracting toji’s attention, she laid out the bare bones of a subtle plan. a plan that involved an indirect suggestion that should hopefully end with him asking her to see the latest avengers movie with him.

haha, so true. have you seen endgame yet?

toji fushiguro: nah not yet, wbu?

nah, not yet. i rlly want to tho 🙃

toji fushiguro: ah yeha, me and my friends are going on tuesday

well… fuck.

oh nice!! haha no spoilers though

toji fushiguro: hmm oh well now you mention it

toji fushiguro: nah, dw i wont i’m not that much of a dick haha

yeah lol, well hopefully i can see it before i go back home

that was a good nudge, right? it wasn’t too subtle. if he liked her, then surely he would take the initiative now.

toji fushiguro: oh when r you goin back?

a week after my last exam, can’t wait lol

toji fushiguro: i bet, it’ll be so much better than here

ah it’s not so bad here haha, wbu? what’s your plans for the summer?

toji fushiguro: so how hot does it get over there in summer?

she felt deflated, like a giant hot air balloon loosing all its shape and spluttering into a mess as it hurtled to the ground. why was toji so reluctant to answer such simple questions? it wasn’t like she was asking him to reveal the deepest, dirtiest secrets about himself. her heart was only half in the conversation after that, and she indulged his questions for a while before it fizzled out, like a sizzling party sparklers doused in an ice-cold splash of reality.

would this crush soon fizzle out in the same way too?

side note: i told my boyfriend i was writing this little drabble series about us, and his exact response was, “ew, why?” he doesn’t like to admit that we were cute. he’s a big grump, but i love him very much lol.

©storiesoflilies 2024, all rights reserved. please do not plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my work on other sites! i only post on ao3 and tumblr.

[irondad-defensesquad]

Here comes the rain again, falling from the stars

Also posted on AO3!

TRIGGER WARNINGS - grief/mourning, past character death, and I guess a panic attack? But it's brief, I promise.

DO NOT SHIP PETER AND TONY. P/ROSHIP DNI.

--

“What are you doing? Singing in the rain?”

Peter smirks when his mentor sings the last words the way the song goes.

“It’s nice out here,” the former replies. The rain isn’t that scary storm, with thunder and lightning making his senses go wild.

“Yeah? You know what won’t be nice, though? The nasty cold you’re gonna catch if you stay out there any longer.”

Peter rolls his eyes. “The suit has the heater, remember?”

“You didn’t even turn it on, smart guy. Just get your butt in here, come on,” Tony urges.

The teen suppresses his groan, but he doesn’t protest any further.

Peter leaves the small balcony, finally turning on his suit’s heater, while Tony already dries his wet curls with a towel. After he’s dry enough, the man tells him to change into cozier clothes – or the ones he left on Peter’s bed.

Snoopy sweatpants, Iron Man socks, and the good ol’ MIT sweater.

Peter wants to be annoyed, but he just laughs internally at Tony’s ridiculous sense of fashion when it comes to teenagers.

Tony is sitting on the couch when Peter comes back, ready to wrap the latter up in a blanket.

“Mr. Stark, you’re exaggerating—”

“You were out there for two hours, kid.”

“I was fine—”

“You’re shaking like a popsicle.”

Peter groans, hating that he’s pretty much melting when Tony wraps an arm around him, pulling him closer.

“… You wanted me to rescue you, didn’t you,” the man observes, not surprised in the slightest.

“What? Pfft.”

“You could just call me instead of doing all that sad, wet abandoned puppy schtick.”

Peter shakes his head, but he can’t help but snuggle against Tony in return.

Funny that Tony isn’t actually mad at him.

“Seriously, kid. Tell me what’s up,” the mechanic sounds less snarky, much more concerned now.

Peter shrugs. He would’ve said “it’s nothing, really, everything is fine”, like he always does. But…

“… It calms me down, I guess. We’re far from the city, so the view from here is… different.”

“Good or bad?”

“I dunno. Just different.”

Tony hums. He still gazes at Peter attentively, while the boy looks at the rainy window.

I did this back then. I would hide in the fire escape stairs whenever I didn’t want to talk. Uncle Ben would come and find me on rainy days. He was never mad at me for doing that. He knew there was something up that I could never talk to anyone about.

He knows how immature it is to want someone to come, someone to save him. Peter hates remembering a lot of behaviors and things he said in the past. Which wasn’t all that long ago, really.

Why did he do this again?

This is what killed Uncle Ben. You fought him, you ran away. You wanted him to come to you. And he died because you were too selfish to—

“… Hey, hey…”

Peter doesn’t realize he’s tearing up when Tony hugs him with both arms to calm him down.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” Peter says. It’s not actually meant for Tony, is it?

“It’s okay, buddy. It’s okay.”

It’s not. It’s not. It’s not.

“It’s okay.” Tony will repeat this as many times necessary.

It’s so unfair. Everything is so unfair. Peter doesn’t even deserve this. What if something happens to Tony? What if Peter fucks up again and—

“I don’t know what you’re thinking right now, but I’ve got you, bud. I’ve got you. Try to focus on me, okay?” The hero requests softly.

Peter tries to say something, but he chokes.

“It’s okay, let it out. You can cry, Pete. You can cry.”

And the teen does.

Peter sobs, sobs hard, like he hasn’t in years. He holds onto Tony like they’re in a life-or-death situation. Actually hugging Tony, actually allowing himself that, trying to fight his thoughts.

The rain is heavier than before.

Uncle Ben is not coming. He’s not coming. He’s never coming back—

But Tony is here. Tony is here.

He’s here.

It’s okay.

It’s okay…

…

The rain quiets down again.

Even then, Tony is there both for heavier and lighter moments.

Peter sniffs, laughing when Tony hands him some tissues. Have they been there the entire time? The man seems to be ready for anything.

“Th-Thanks, Mr. Stark.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

Words that mean much more than what anyone might think.

The boy’s smile fades.

“Do you sometimes wish you could just… go back to the past when you have bad days?” He asks. “And maybe you could talk to that one person again? Maybe you could give them the hug you never had the chance to… Would they stay if you did that?” Peter tears up at the last words.

Tony is silent, not needing further details to understand. Nor to answer his question.

He only hugs Peter again.

The teenager doesn’t break down once more, only relaxes and quietly accepts the embrace.

After a while, Peter can only crave one thing…

“Mr. Stark?”

“Yeah?”

“… Can I have some hot cocoa?”

Tony snickers. “Yes, absolutely.” He squeezes Peter one last time before letting go. “You can pick any movie you want while I get it ready, okay?”

“Really?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Awesome.”

While Tony goes to the kitchen, Peter goes through the catalog. He supposes an animated movie would be cool…

“What did you pick?” The man returns with the warm mug, handing it to Peter. “Oh, I already love it.”

“Yeah, I figured.”

Uncle Ben loved The Iron Giant, too. But Tony definitely loves it for the giant Iron Man. And Peter absolutely teases Tony that he looks like Dean when the character shows up.

It’s a bit melancholic watching this film now… but it’s nice.

Different, but nice.

[gaycrittercentral]

Hi! Just wondering where you got your Max plushie. I’d love to know :D

Oh yeah ofc! He’s the official one from Uncute, he was a limited run for a while but I think he’s still available now? Here’s the link: https://www.uncute.com/products/sam-and-max-stuffed-toy

He’s a lil pricey, like $40 USD plus shipping, but I love him dearly hjhjdhshshs. Oh but y’all should know, since he’s so damn expensive, @trinkerichi made a really great pattern for a Max plushie a while back that you make from a fluffy pair of socks lol! It’s fantastic, here’s that for anybody who might be interested: https://www.tumblr.com/trinkerichi/655113755182628864/cant-buy-a-max-plush-get-some-fuzzy-socks-and

But yeah I love my uncute Max he’s a good lil guy. He does collect bits of fluff like no tomorrow though and it’s real difficult to get them all out of his fur, so he ends up discoloring pretty quickly. That wouldn’t be a problem if you just wanted to display him ofc but I gotta snuggle him lmaooo. Also here’s him tucked in at a hotel bc he’s my little travel buddy

[ratstorm]

𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓹𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓼

*Always willing to hear your plots. If you have a craving or something you are looking for let me know!

𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐤 ⤥ rich bitch  ⤥ possessive male energy  ⤥ sugar daddy  ⤥ multiple partners / characters/ mumus ⤥ age gap ⤥ fuck buddies ⤥ playing a mute girl ⤥ toxic/ abusive relationship/ exes ⤥ friends with benefits / full blown relationship ⤥ your ideas! Let me know em~ 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ⭮o1: i misunderstood our date as a one night stand so I greeted you in my underwear but you brought…flowers? 

⭮o2: we live in the same building but you keep ordering sexy lingerie online and writing my apartment number instead of yours so your packages keep arriving at my door again and again so i have to go upstairs to give them to you all flustered because now i know what underwear you’re wearing and maybe i wanna see you wearing it bc you’re actually really cute ???”

⭮o3: “i slept with you the other day and I didn't know we had a mutual friend and now we’re sitting across each other for brunch and it’s awkward because i ran out when you were asleep

⭮o4: "If were single at a certain age then we marry each other" But the catch is he keeps sabotaging her relationships cause he's always loved her but would never admit it out loud. 

⭮o5: Muse a just finished his jail sentence. He lost contact with most of the people in his life. On the day of his release the gate pulls back and his high school sweetheart who he lost contact with years ago is in the parking lot.

𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 ⭮o1: making up any excuse to spend time with the other. example: ‘’i don’t need a new ceiling lamp in my kitchen! my lamp works fine!’’ ‘’i know but let me just make sure’’ followed by the character letting themselves in ⭮o2:“lets just kiss and see what it's like '' followed by the characters pulling away, eyes still closed, lingering…and then go in for the second kiss. ⭮o3: going somewhere and there is only one bed. Waking up the next morning entangled with each other. One of them wants to pull away, making the other snuggle even closer so they have to stay in bed. They decided to accept this and just cuddle. ⭮o4: muse a got stood up on a date and so called muse b to pick them from said date. Muse b shows up and instead of just taking them home continues the date with muse a.

𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 ⭮o1: OK SO what about a plot where muse a is a waitress or something and she’s working a shift one night and like this group of super hot cops come in and she has to be their waitress and she’s trying to not act weird but she can’t help it and they notice it and are teasing her about it, but muse b is doing it a lot more than the other too and like maybe the diner requires her to wear skates and maybe she like stumbles and ends up spilling like soda, water, etc. on muse b’s crotch and she’s like ‘omigod omigod omigod’ and he just thinks it’s cute and funny and so he leaves her his number on a napkin and maybe she panics and doesn’t text him because she thinks he’s intimidating AND THEN MAYBE THE NIGHT DAY SHE LIKE LOST A BET OR SOMETHING AND HER FRIENDS MAKE HER GO SKINNY DIPPING IN THE LAKE EVEN THOUGH IT’S TRESPASSING AND THEN THE POLICE COME AND HER FRIENDS DITCH HER AND OH SHIT IT’S MUSE B AND SHE LIKE COMES OUT OF THE WATER TO SEE HIM STANDING ON THE DOCK AND HE’S LIKE ‘why didn’t you text me

⭮o2: a gang enforcer (muse a) who is sent to take care of a civilian (muse b) who saw something they shouldn’t have but can’t go through with it — maybe muse b is someone from muse a’s past, maybe muse a breaks in in the middle of the night and realizes muse b is a single parent, maybe muse b manages to strike a deal with muse a and barter for their life — but now they’re caught in this lie together and it’s going to catch up to them eventually when muse a’s superiors realize what they’ve done 

⭮o3: hella cute plot of a pop star and her backup guitarist/tour manager/opening act/some sort of somebody that would be on tour. cute flirtation during rehearsals. tour bus antics. late night kisses on the balcony of a hotel room under the moonlight. paparazzi catching the loving gazes. rumors starting to swirl. just yes.

⭮o3: Are you telling me the idea of a big intimidating scary guy having an obsessive crush with an adorable lady that runs a tiny bakery and banging the soul from her body on the counter while they’re both covered in flour and fuckery isn’t something the world needs? 

⭮o4: An unusual celeb plot where he's famous and she is not even a fan. They meet one night a a club and she flat out tells him she is uninterested. He's unwilling to take no for an answer however and spends the rest of the night trying to get her attention. Reluctantly she gives him her number just to get him to leave her alone. He sends her flirty texts, cute gifts, even sends her plane tickets to come see him. Deciding she has nothing to lose she decides to just enjoy the attention. Its DEFINETLY NOT because she is having feelings for him!

𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲/ 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭

⭮o1: "You left in the middle of the night 3 years ago without even a goodbye letter and now you're standing on my doorstep with a kid that kind of looks like me. ⭮o2: “You had a one night stand with the super hot guy. You don't know his name. Somehow by luck you have stumbled upon his social media account and so you reach out to say surprise your a dad! But unknown to you the hot guy had died months prior and so their sibling is setting up the meeting. Little do you know they wanna be in your life and take over for where their sibling would go.

⭮o3: A one night stand where she snuck out before he woke up and he tried looking her up but he didn’t even know her full name, so he moved on. Move on years down the road and he’s just gotten engaged and at the engagement part he’s introduced to her sister that’s been living overseas for the past few days, but who is it, that girl from all those years ago. Better yet, meet her child, wait, why do they his eyes  ⭮o4: can someone please give me a plot where muse a is a young college student in a small town who just so happens to work at the local coffee shop all the while trying to be the best parent to her baby girl and oh yeah there's also this boy/girl who keeps coming into her shop after class and occupying her daughter while she gets her job done and when she asks how she can repay muse b they just push her money aside saying ‘let me take you out on a date instead.

[marmolady]

Rosa's first Christmas with the fam

...because it's that time of year, y'all. I don't write much these days, as life is a lot, and I've done most of what I wanted to. But I managed to put out just a wee bit of Christmas Taystela fluff. Well, er, fluff with a side of killing off the yeti.

The Elysian Lodge, La Huerta, 2042

“Rosa, wanna come help me make some Christmas cookies? You can lick the spoon afterwards and everything!”

Auntie Quinn was warm, and friendly, and nice. The least intimidating of all the grown-ups, to Rosa’s mind. So it was an easy decision to say ‘yes’ to making cookies.

“Are we doing them in shapes?” Rosa mumbled into her thumb. They’d made cookies in Christmas shapes one time, when she was in The Home; though the same old kids hogged the green and red icing, and she didn’t really get much of a look-in as a result.

“That’s the plan!” Quinn replied, beaming her welcoming smile. “Erin’s just digging out some cookie cutters.”

Rosa felt her legs turn to lead, even as she wandered over. How many of them were going to be doing this? If all the other, bigger kids were helping out too, it might be hard to enjoy herself….

Quinn must have known this, for she said; “It’ll be a team of you, me, and Erin. E is an absolute whiz at baking-- she’ll help us out with some of the tricky bits!”

Rosa knew that Quinn didn’t really need help; she baked things for her job. She must just like making the kids feel good. That was pretty nice of her. And Erin… if Quinn was the least intimidating of all the grown-ups, then Erin had to be the least intimidating of all the kids. She was gentle, with a soft, tinkling laugh. She looked out for the little ones, and that included Rosa. Erin was definitely Rosa’s favourite of her three cousins.

“Me, you, Erin… and Princess Daisy?” she suggested, holding up her ragdoll fairy.

Estela came and sat down at the breakfast bar. “Or,” she said, “I could look after Princess Daisy for you. I have a feeling it might get a little messy.”

Shyly, Rosa snuggled up to her mom, pressing the doll into her lap. “She’s gonna watch?” Which meant, of course, Princess Daisy and Mama Estela. It was a ton easier to have fun with the safety net of mom close by.

“We’ll be right here if you need anything.” Estela spoke firmly, as though she meant every word. Rosa always trusted that she did… and so she relaxed into a morning of baking fun among trusted friends-- while her mom watched with a mug of cocoa and a ragdoll fairy in hand.

In the Elysian’s main lounge, Rosa’s other mom was slumped in an armchair, sipping her own steaming cocoa.

“I guess you’re not as young this time round… gotta be feeling it different,” Diego consoled. “But that doesn’t mean you’re not doing great.”

Taylor groaned, but gave her old friend an appreciative glance. “I don’t know if ‘great’ is the word I’d use, buddy, but thanks. What I do know is that I can’t wait for home-schooling to be behind us. Maybe we’ll take her out for a year when she’s older like we did with Liv, but for now, this just isn’t working.”

Michelle sat down with them, draping herself over the arm of the plushest couch. She, Quinn, and their family, were spending a rare Christmas on La Huerta, keen to make the most of the opportunity while the growing kids still wanted to spend time with their moms. Between a busy work life as a neurohospitalist and a home life as mom of a fifteen and eleven year old, she knew all too well what it was to teeter on the edge of burnout.

“Please, you’re doing amazing,” she scoffed. “Last time we were here, I don’t think I heard a word out of Rosa’s mouth the whole two weeks; you wouldn’t guess it to look at her now. You guys have made her feel secure, and it shows. Now you’ve got that attachment, I know it’ll just get easier.”

“Thanks…. Thanks, Michelle,” Taylor said quietly. “A lot of the time, it’s ‘one step forward, two steps back’, but we’re getting there.”

“That’s all you can do,” Grace assured kindly. “One step at a time. Just take some moments to come up for breath as you go.”

Taylor let herself sink deeper into her chair, hearing Rosa’s giggles floating from the nearby kitchen. Where it mattered, they were doing great. And she damn well deserved that hot mug of cocoa and the relaxed, cosy Christmas Eve she was looking forward to.

__________________

And yet, not even two hours later, Taylor found herself trudging through the snow into a darkening evening, carrying a blanket laden with Christmas cookies that now seemed destined to make up the final meal of a dying yeti. Beside her, Estela had a rugged-up Rosa riding piggy-back.

“You definitely jinxed it, Grace!” Michelle complained, wrapping her arms ever tighter around herself to brace against the cold. “‘Quiet uneventful holiday’…. was that really too much to ask?”

“I must have forgotten to touch wood,” Grace admitted good-naturedly. She and her family had spent rather more time on La Huerta in the intervening years than had Michelle and Quinn’s clan, so much so that she barely batted an eyelid at an impromptu expedition into the mountains. So long as they weren’t going far, she was confident all would be well.

“I still think this is a bad idea,” said Isla resolutely. She’d been seriously injured by one of La Huerta’s legendary guardians in the past… and this was a goddamn yeti. Probably in pain, and definitely dangerous.

Quinn put an arm around her daughter. “One of us can take you back to the lodge-- there’s no pressure on you to come along.”

“No!” Isla scowled. “Not that I don’t trust you to keep Con safe or anything, but you and Mom are gonna be busy with the yeti-thing. If Conor’s crazy enough to go sniffing around a dying monster, I’m going to be there looking out for the doofus.”

Conor, as they spoke, was up at the front of the small pack, hanging off Liv and Jeimy as they led the way to where they found the ailing yeti.

Taylor was grateful that Rosa was right within arm’s reach, and sensibly cautious of the unknown-- for in this case, Rosa’s ‘unknown’ was something best kept at a respectful distance. They’d be there to comfort Arktos, but by no means would the children be placed in harm’s way.

“Con’s not getting anywhere near the yeti, Isla,” she assured. “All of you kids are going to sit right back and keep your distance.”

“Thanks Auntie Tay.”

“Typical,” Michelle laughed, shaking her head, “people always listen to Taylor…. You know I should bring you in to talk to some of my patients one of these days….”

Taylor caught her old friend’s eye and grinned. “Not on your life.”

Rosa could smell the mammoth beast before she saw it, and instinctively clung tighter to her mom’s neck and shoulders. In front of them at the entrance to a cave, Aleister was settling his teenage girls down, and they were joined by Isla and Conor.

“Woah!” Conor gasped. “She’s bigger than an elephant!”

“Con, sit down, you idiot!” Isla tugged at his jacket.

And as Estela trudged closer to them, Rosa’s jaw dropped at the sight of the creature that had Conor entranced.

Arktos filled the cave from floor to ceiling, even as she lay on her belly. Upon her massive head were two spiralling horns, one of which was broken. Her misty eyes darted over her visitors, and her nose snorted as she sniffed the air.

Estela helped Rosa down from her back. “She wouldn’t want to hurt you. She’s like Furball-- we can communicate with her way more than any normal animal. But she’s also as big as a bus and with horns and claws… so we’ll just keep back here. Are you okay?”

Rosa nodded, but stuck close, overawed. She’s seen some pretty special things on La Huerta, but nothing quite so magical as the storied yeti-bear. And the yeti-bear needed help….

“Is Auntie ‘Chelle gonna make her better?” she asked in whisper.

Taylor’s face clouded, but she didn’t shy from the question. “I don’t think so, darling, no.” She could sense it in her bones, as though a soft hum of consciousness wa being shared between herself and the yeti; it was simply Arktos’ time. “Arktos has lived for a long time, and she’s now very sick, and very tired. I think she’s ready to die.”

Rosa responded with just a quiet “Oh,” and sat back in Estela’s lap.

“What we’re going to do,” Taylor said, “is to make her comfortable at the end. Auntie Michelle’s medicine will do that. And those cookies you kids brought-- I reckon Arktos will love them. Auntie Quinn and I will do the feeding, okay? We’ve had the most connection with her over the years; it’s probably safest.”

So, most of the group settled just out the mouth of the cave, giving enough space so the yeti was not to feel crowded. There they kept a quiet vigil, watching on from a distance, and offering caring thoughts. Over time, Conor edged closer, quickly pulled back in line by Liv, who’d taken it upon herself to help Isla with keeping him safe while their mothers were busy.

“She’s old and sick, Con,” Estela said flatly, “but she could still snap you like a twig. Anyway-- she doesn’t know you. Let her die with peace.”

Con made a show of planting himself firmly down where he was meant to be, right between Isla and Liv. “Do you think she likes singing?” he asked after a moment’s contemplation. “We could sing some Christmas carols or something. Not that she knows it’s Christmas Eve or anything….”

Isla’s eyes lit up. “Should have brought your guitar.” And then, she began softly singing the first holiday tune to come to her head; ‘White Christmas’.

The others followed suit; first Conor and Liv, and Jeimy who would turn down a sing-along when hell froze over, then Grace and Erin joined in, then everyone else. Only Rosa remained silent, too self-conscious to do more than mouth the words to the songs she knew. She caught a warm smile from her Mama Taylor in the cave; maybe Arktos really liked the singing.

“So, Rosi… what have you asked Santa for?” Isla asked a while later, clearly hoping some quiet conversation would help the younger girl through what had become a sombre evening-- it was, after all, a lot for a little kid of seven to deal with.

Rosa was surprised. Isla was fifteen-- surely she didn’t believe in Santa still. Even her younger brother, Conor, would have wised up by his age. Did Isla just think Rosa was such a baby to believe in something that was clearly made-up?

 “Err…,” she said softly, not wanting to be rude, as it was pretty obvious that Isla was being nice, “I don’t really believe in Santa”.

 If he was real, he’d probably do more to help kids with no homes. Kids like Rosa-- well, Rosa until now.

“Oh-- that was a big assumption I made, huh? Are your moms gonna do ‘Santa’ then, or just keeping things real?”

Rosa glanced back to her Mama Estela… who was better than any make-believe old bearded dude to her mind. “Moms said Santa can be a game we play, but I know it’s just them.”

“That’s what we do!” Conor chimed in. “If we wanna get presents from the big guy, we go through the motions of believing, even though it’s obviously Mom and Mama.”

Erin, sitting beside Rosa, grinned. “Dad used to dress up and everything!”

Estela snorted affectionately. “A bit thin to be convincing, but that probably would help for going up and down chimneys.” And the twins chuckled.

“Thank you,” Aleister sniffed. “I can’t say I’m sorry that particular joy of parenthood is behind us. I certainly was not convincing, and I don’t believe Imogen bought it for even a second.”

“Nothing gets past you, mija,” Estela said warmly to her niece.

Then, the gigantic bear groaned, and the kids fell silent again, not wanting to disturb her.

Rosa was entranced by Arktos. The yeti looked like a monster, but she was calm and gentle as Taylor, Quinn and Michelle tended to her, carefully taking those special Christmas cookies from their hands, and letting them hold her paw as a comfort.

“Is she hurting?” Rosa whispered, so only her mom could hear.

Estela frowned. “I don’t think so. Michelle gave her something to take the pain away, or at least making it a lot less. She probably feels just… exhausted, like her whole body is heavy.”

Rosa trusted that to be the case, for her Mama Estela never lied to her, even to make her feel better.

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It was not much later when Arktos breathed her last, the silence broken only by Furball’s whimpering at her colossal paws. Quinn sat up straight, her face wet with tears, and gestured for the others to join them to say goodbye.

Waiting her turn after the older kids, Rosa held her mothers’ hands. Her Mama Taylor was teary.

“The yeti-bear was your friend?” she whispered.

“Oh--” Taylor wiped her face. “Yeah, I guess she was. A long, long time ago, she even let me ride her into battle against some seriously evil bad guys. She climbed up the side of a big old hotel building with me hanging on! But mostly… I’ve always been happy knowing she’s out there in the mountains. It felt like she’d keep us safe if ever we needed it. She helped a few of us out over the years.”

“Mrrrp,” Furball confirmed.

The others headed out of the cave, and Rosa felt suddenly nervous. She watched on as her moms lay their hands upon the yeti’s shoulder, paying their respects to an old friend. She wasn’t sure she could be brave enough to do the same.

“Night-night, yeti-bear,” she mumbled. Then she dared to let her fingers ever-so-lightly skim Arktos’ thick fur. “I hope your life was happy and nice.”

“I reckon it was,” Estela assured. “And I can tell you this for free; there are worse things than dying of old age, surrounded by people who love you, and being fed cookies. Come on, mi vida. We better leave her in peace.”

Hoisted back up onto her secure place upon her mom’s back, Rosa nestled in. It was a strain to keep her watering eyes open, and tucked up against Estela’s warm coat, she was so cosy….

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Taylor tenderly pulled up the heavy blanket around her young daughter’s chin. Rosa had barely stirred when they came back up to the suite, their clothes damp from the snow. She’d cried a little, moved by the passing of a magnificent being, and then fallen asleep for a second time, in Taylor’s arms.

It wasn’t the Christmas Eve Taylor’d had in mind. Still, a stocking hung at the end of the bed, already filled, and both moms had left goodnight kisses on Rosa’s forehead, so all was well in the scheme of things. Liv had disappeared off to her own room with Jeimy, for she was all grown up now. Just Taylor and Estela left awake in their cosy suite.

“We’ll just have to break tradition and do the natilla tomorrow,” Estela yawned.

Her little one tended to, Taylor got into her own pyjamas and slipped under the covers. As always, she was drawn by the warmth of her wife’s body.

“I’d been so looking forward to introducing Rosi to the Montoya Family Christmas Eve,” she said, sighing. “What matters is she’s happy, and she is, but she’s already seven… every holiday counts when they grow up so fast. And the sooner family traditions get cemented in for her, the better. She’s gotta be part of it.”

Estela frowned a little. Childhood slipped away, and then it was gone. They’d wanted to give Rosa an evening of simple joys, and somehow they’d ended up introducing her to death instead. They could hope to do better next time round, but life was nothing if not unpredictable. What Estela knew they could do, was be there to soften the bumps in the road as Rosa came upon them.

“The general gist was there,” she admitted. “We stayed up. Ate something sweet-- in this case, shared with a dying yeti. We had family around. I’m pretty sure ‘best laid plans going down the crapper’ is a Montoya family tradition anyway.”

Taylor couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her lips. “True, that. Gotta be the reason for all these grey hairs I’m getting….”

Estela laughed, and brought Taylor closer, kissing her. “Mi amor, you are getting near fifty. You’re gonna have to make peace with the grey hairs.”

Taylor returned the kiss, lingering in the feel of the woman she loved near to her. For all the challenges of motherhood, peace was one thing she didn’t truly need to want for. She had it when Rosa fell asleep, content in the knowledge that her moms were there for her. And she had it in all those years she’d spent with Estela and with Liv, and the more they still had to share.

“Happy Christmas,” she said quietly. “And now, I think we’d do well to take a leaf out of Rosi’s book and get some shut-eye.

Estela kissed her again, then blew one across the room to their slumbering child. “Happy Christmas… goodnight.”

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The Rise of Smart Classrooms: Textbooks to Digital Classrooms

Explore the future of education with advanced smart classrooms, online learning, and immersive experiences. Unlock ability to think and provide a foundation for long-term success in the digital age.

The Rise of Smart Classrooms: Future of Education

Hey there, folks! We all know that learning is a whole lot easier when the textbook is your buddy, right? First-time learners can feel overwhelmed by all those fancy terms and concepts thrown around by the masters in the field. So, we need to make those textbooks as appealing as a mouth-watering pizza to keep our brains fed! But hold on a second, let’s think about it. Textbooks have their limits, you know? They’re stuck in two dimensions while our minds crave that 3D experience.

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Importance of a Strong Educational Foundation:

But wait, there’s more! This amazing system isn’t just for show. It’s making its mark in the (CBSE) central board of secondary education, and it’s planning to take over other boards too. Why? Because it injects a healthy dose of variety into our learning diet, and it does it in record time.

Even the top-notch colleges are jumping on the online education bandwagon, trading traditional classroom chats for digital learning adventures. And let me tell you, folks, it’s not just about the smooth flow. We’re talking about deep content that’ll blow your mind! Many educational programs are promoting the smart digital classroom revolution in India, aiming to boost advanced education and unlock our full potential.

The best part? You can take part in this digital learning extravaganza from anywhere, even snuggled up in your PJs at home. Say goodbye to classroom pressure, my friends!

Now, picture this: the competition out there is getting fiercer by the day, right? Well, guess what? It’s super-duper crucial to have a rock-solid educational foundation to stand out from the crowd. And where does that foundation get built? You got it — good ol’ school! That’s the place where all that knowledge starts piling up. If you wanna kick butt and have stellar grades right from the get-go, it’ll totally pay off throughout your whole life. It’s like building a solid base for a skyscraper of knowledge.

But here’s the real deal: to lay that foundation, you gotta dig deep into the core concepts. I mean, seriously explore every nook and cranny of what you’re studying. Remember when you were a tiny tot in first grade? Those teachers knew what they were doing! They made you use your eyes, nose, and ears to soak up knowledge. They gave you colorful balls to count and learn numbers.

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Concepts for Comprehensive Learning:

But fear not! To really nail things down and make ’em stick in your brain, you gotta keep that spirit of exploration alive, just like in the early grades. Question everything you learn, my friends. It’ll boost your cognitive skills, and let me tell you, those skills are the real MVPs in life, no matter what grades you end up with.

So, if you want to excel academically and sharpen your intellect, don’t limit your knowledge to what is found in those stale old textbooks. Accepting learning as a whole, especially at school, is the key to living a happy and fulfilling life, my friends.

So, there you have it, folks! It’s not just about learning at your own pace. It’s about diving deep into a whole new world of knowledge.

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HAILEE STEINFELD x READER

COAST

A/N: HELLO BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE!

Have you seen Coast MV? No? What are you going then?! Go on YouTube and watch it!

Since the music video is out, I couldn't not write something about it, could I? The visuals, the outfits, everything was just perfect!

I don't know anything about music videos and how cameos are casted in, so let's pretend it works just like I wrote it lol

Without further ado, enjoy this smutty oneshot!

Sending so so much love to everyone out there ❤️

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Summary: Hailee is in the middle of shooting the first scene of Coast music video, when an interruption stops her. This interruption leads her to meet someone that will quick become important in her life.

Warnings: smut. Fluffy smut.

Word count: 16117 words.

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The sound of the water hitting the shore calmed Hailee’s nerves as she let it wrap around herself comfortably with her eyes closed and taking big, calming breaths. "Hailee, you ready?"

The blonde smiled brightly at Anderson’s voice calling her and turned around slowly, "yeah."

"Great! Let’s roll!"

Hailee took another deep breath before starting her routine they settled for the start of Coast music video. "Is this thing on?" Hailee laughed when Anderson snickered from his director chair and shook his head gently.

"Can we take another shot?" The man now sporting a blonde wig asked hopefully at the singer, who nodded eagerly at his question, "great! I want to capture your side profile before focusing on a close up of your face as you listen to the music, Coast of course."

"Perfect!" Hailee felt excitement took over every single cell of her body as she retook a few shots of the beginning of their video, still not believing their are bringing into life Coast music video. Her thoughts as she stared into space while the camera panned in on her got interrupted when a small Beagle hit the side of her calf bent over in front of her body and started licking her skin enthusiastically as his small tail wagged at the singer, "oh hello there! Who are you?"

Hailee smiled brightly at the unexpected but totally welcomed intrusion and started caressing the dog’s ears gently, "Milo no! Come here. Oh fuck. Sorry! I’m so sorry!" Hailee looked up from the cute dog and watched as a Y/H/C girl came rushing from the direction the dog came, looking winded out with her hair a bit messy from the wind, "Milo if I get arrested I’m blaming you, c’mere!" The Y/H/C girl murmured loud enough for Hailee to hear her through gritted teeth as she looked apologetically around.

"Oh Milo, it seems you are in so much trouble!" Hailee whispered at the dog, but loudly enough to let the girl also hear her as she was now standing in front of her. "Hi."

"Hey, I’m so so sorry! I saw the signs and I was going to walk away from this part of the beach but someone escaped from his collar and run away."

"Don’t worry, he is so cute! Aren’t you?" The dog barked enthusiastically as he climbed onto Hailee’s lap and sat down to make her keep her caresses going, making her giggle cutely down at him. "Hey Paak, is it okay if we take five?"

"Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry." Anderson waved her off with a smile and turned around towards their stylist, talking about something she couldn’t make out.

"It won’t be necessary. We’re leaving you to your music video. Congratulations by the way." The still unknown girl smiled warmly down at Hailee before crouching down to retrieve her dog from Hailee’s lap. "Okay buddy, time to say bye."

Milo barked in protest as he snuggled more into Hailee’s arms and away from the girl’s hands, causing the singer to laugh aloud at the cute gesture, "oh baby, I love you too. But I’m working!" Milo barked again, looking directly at Hailee while the Y/H/C girl stayed quiet watching their exchange, "I know, I know- boring. How about I shoot a few scenes and then we play together again?" Milo sat up and started wagging his tail excitedly while barking repeatedly, making it seem like he actually understood what Hailee just told him.

"It won’t be necessary really. Baby we need to go." Milo yelped a few times as he looked with big pleading eyes at the girl, "nope, no. We’re not doing this."

"Hey, it’s fine, really. I like him. You can stay."

"Really?" The girl asked incredulously as she eyed the singer still a bit unsure.

"Yeah! Actually-" Hailee stressed over her bottom lip a few seconds as she pondered over the idea that just popped into her mind, "one of our background actors called in sick today, would you like to- y’know- partecipate?"

"Me?"

"Yeah."

"But I’m not a dancer nor an actress, I’m literally no one."

"Don’t be silly! You just need to sign a few things and you’ll be done. Of course then our team will need to dress you up and work on your makeup, but if you’re down for it, it’s totally okay!" The girl eyed Hailee’s encouraging smile and skid her Y/E/C irises over her features to find something out of place, finding only genuine kindness and sighed out loud as her dog barked excitedly at her. "I think he likes this idea."

"Okay fine! But you need to say put, okay?" Milo barked again and licked her finger she directed at him in warning, making both girls laugh down at him.

"Okay, let’s go sign those papers before getting you ready for the music video. Oh, I’m Hailee."

"Y/N." The Y/H/C girl stretched her hand over for Hailee to shake but the blonde eyed it a few seconds before pushing it away gently with a soft chuckle and hugged the girl instead.

"Sorry, I’m a hugger. Shall we go?"

"Yeah!"

And they moved around the set then, covering all the paper stuff quickly before ushering the Y/H/C girl to get ready while Hailee resumed her previous position on the towel and prepared to shoot again, "okay, ready?"

"Yeah!" Hailee smiled enthusiastically over her shoulder at Anderson before lifting her thumb up and nodding at her friend, "let’s get this masterpiece come to life Paak!"

"That’s the plan!" Anderson clapped his hands excitedly and got in position, "action!"

After a few takes the two of them were satisfied with the result and Hailee walked over her changing room to wear her second outfit for their first day of shooting, "hey, everyone’s ready?" Hailee checked with her friend Anderson after she came back on set and watched as he got himself ready behind the drums, her eyes instinctively searching for the Y/H/C girl she was eager to see to know what outfit their stylist chose for her. "Damn Andy, look at you- holy shit." Those two words left Hailee’s mouth as soon as her eyes landed on the Y/E/C girl walking out of the changing room sporting a pair of very short shorts and a biking top that accentuated her breasts in the most heavenly way, Hailee noted, her Y/H/C hair were cascading down her shoulders in soft curls while her makeup stayed simple but bold enough to highlight her Y/E/C irises.

"I know! I look hot." Anderson, who was distracted adjusting a few things around him, didn’t notice Hailee wasn’t talking about him, or not even looking at him in the first place, but she was too focused ogling shamelessly the girl she met half an hour ago while involuntarily nibbling on her bottom lip to even acknowledge him, so she let his reply go unnoticed as she stared shamelessly some more the Y/H/C girl. She got pulled out of her haze with a startle when Anderson tried if the drums worked just fine by hitting the Charleston and the kick drum simultaneously and reprimanded herself mentally at her not professional behavior.

"Hey! Nice outfit!" Y/N commented as she approached them, adjusting her hair when a breeze of wind ruffled them a bit.

"Thank you! You look amazing too! This top looks good on you. And the color? It suits you perfectly!" Hailee had to physically restrain herself from slapping her forehead in shame in front of Y/N at her gushing over her outfit and not acting cool in front of her.

"Thank you." The soft red hue adorning Y/N’s cheeks eased Hailee’s troubled mind still stressing over her embarrassing ramble and smiled at the girl brightly.

"Hailee, we’re ready to go."

"Okay perfect!"

"Get ready!" Anderson announced as he walked back to the drums from his director chair, where he left his phone there, rolling his drum sticks around his fingers, before adjusting his wig on his head that the wind ruffled a bit and got into position before yelling for everyone to hear, "action!"

Hailee heard the music start playing and got herself focused on the task at hand as she started mouthing the words of her song while looking into the camera and dancing, following the rhythm. "How was it?" Hailee asked enthusiastically after the music stopped and walked over the little screen they had on set to go see the first results, "wow, the visuals are amazing so far!"

"Yeah, how about we take another shot from another angle, I want to bring the dancers in the background closer."

They shoot the scene a few more times before they got the result they were aiming for and Hailee got back into her changing room to put on her last outfit she will have to wear on the part of the video that involved the beach. "Wow, this is my favorite outfit so far."

Hailee side eyed the person that complimented her on her left and smiled sheepishly when she noticed it was Y/N still dressed with her previous outfit but now holding a surfboard. "Thank you!" Hailee grinned in appreciation at her makeup artist as she walked away after finishing touching her makeup. "How is shooting a music video?"

"Not even closer to what I thought."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, I always thought it was shot in one take with the artist mouthing the song lyrics into the camera. But wow, you guys put a lot of thought into it and a lot of work too." Y/N answered earnestly as she looked around the set as people prepared everything to shoot again.

"Well, we’ve been trying to make it for a while now."

"I now, I got blocked by Republic Records on Twitter for lashing out at them." Y/N answered shyly as she moved her gaze from Hailee’s eyes to her feet in embarrassment.

"What? Really?"

"Yup. But we got the video in the end, so it was worth it." Y/N joked with a bright smile and shrugged nonchalantly, causing a small giggle to leave the blonde’s mouth.

"Oh my god, I now need to see those tweets now!" Y/N opened her mouth to counter back when Anderson’s voice interrupted her before she could even let a word out.

"Get into position everyone, we’re almost done for the day!"

"Well, I guess it has to wait." Hailee smiled apologetically at Y/N and saw the girl shake her head in understanding before getting into her designated position and waited for the signal to start doing what they told her to do.

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"Look who do we have here!" Hailee’s face erupted in a big grin when Milo came rushing into her changing room in the middle of her taking off the makeup she had on, now changed into a pair of jeans and a tank top.

"Sorry, he- we just wanted to say bye."

"Are you already leaving?" Hailee asked sadly, not allowing her brain to dwell on her grim tone at the thought of not spending more time with the Y/E/C girl and instead focused on picking Milo up when he started nudging her calf with his nose and scratched his tiny head happily.

"Well, we’re done for the day and I didn’t want to bother you more than I already did, so." Y/N shrugged nonchalantly as she watched Milo licking Hailee’s left cheek eagerly when she lifted him up to her eye level.

"Oh stop it! I love you too, but to remove makeup I need a makeup remover not a dog!" Milo barked at Hailee, causing both Y/N and Hailee to laugh at their banter before the singer put him down on the floor. "Anyway, do you have somewhere to be?"

"No, I’m free. I just need to drop Milo off at my house before going grocery shopping."

"Great! Do you mind if I join you?"

Y/N looked a bit taken aback at the question if the baffled look that unfolded over her features was a clear enough clue, "yes- I- I mean, no! Ugh, of course you can join me!" Hailee bit on her lower lip to prevent her grin to broaden at the adorable rambling route Y/N seemed to be stuck in and tilted her head a bit at the girl, "I would be honored to spend time with you, but aren’t you like super busy?"

"Not right now, no. Besides I like your company. We can get to know each other a bit since we’re going to spend a few more days shooting the video! And I get to spend more time with this one!" Hailee lifted Milo again up to her face after she was done removing her make-up and let him lick her cheek for a few moments before putting him down and sitting up from her chair, "are you all ready to go?"

"Yeah." Y/N smiled brightly at the singer and beckoned Milo to walk towards her, "I just need to put his leash on. I don’t want him to crash any other music videos today."

Hailee laughed heartily at the joke and shook her head, her chest filling up with some sense of familiarity at their conversation and jokes flowing easily between them, something she was shocked to find there since she just met the girl, but she felt she could trust her, so the didn’t dwell too much on it as she grabbed her purse and her phone before walking them towards the parking lot right outside their set, "did you walk here, right?"

"Yeah, I walked a few miles with Milo this morning like we usually do."

"Great! So we’re taking my car so we’ll drop this champ to your house." The drive lasted about 25 minutes, both assessing how LA traffic was a real hassle, but time flew surprisingly fast as Y/N read to the singer her tweets regarding Republic Records’ shitty behavior for treating her poorly and recalled the day she noticed they blocked her. "Oh shit! Thank you!" Hailee laughed loudly at the funny story as she wiped away a few tears that escaped from too much laughing.

"Always at your service!" Y/N saluted her with her hand on her forehead before cracking her serious expression with a broad grin and loud giggles leaving her lips, "my house is right around the corner." Hailee parked right outside Y/N’s building and stopped the car, "wanna come in? We can go grocery shopping another day. I’m sure Milo would be disappointed to finish his day with you now."

"Well, just for your information, I’m agreeing only because I want to spend time with him too." Hailee teased with a cheeky grin that became even more smug when Milo barked right after and wagged his tail excitedly in his spot on Y/N’s lap. "I know, I promise we’ll get rid of her in a minute." Hailee lowered her voice like she was trying to not let Y/N hear what she was saying, but she purposefully spoke loud enough for her to hear and the gasp of indignation and Y/N’s outraged face she got in return was priceless and amused her beyond herself.

"Okay, y’know what? Enjoy your afternoon lovebirds, I’m just gonna fucking go."

"See? I told you. In a minute." Hailee kept on with her joke for a few seconds with her face serious before a smile crept up her features and immediately hugged the girl that was trying to open the car door to make her dramatic exit, "I was kidding! I like spending time with you."

"I don’t know if I can say the same with you miss Steinfeld, you just bullied me."

"It was all Milo’s idea, I swear." Hailee lifted her hands up in defense and pouted at the girl, who fixated her with an hard stare and an inquisitive arched eyebrow before she sighed and rolled her eyes in fond exasperation, causing the singer to squeal lightly in victory, "yay!"

The two got out of the car and walked into the building, took the elevator and reached Y/N’s apartment a few seconds later, "do you want something to drink?"

"Just water, please." Hailee replied noncommittally as she studied the impressively big apartment that had an amazing view of the city and the ocean. "Wow, your apartment is amazing. The view is beautiful."

"Yeah." Hailee was too busy looking out of the big windows of the living room to notice Y/N staring at her from the kitchen counter as she replied to Hailee’s comment, before making her way towards her and offering a glass of water to her, "I worked my ass off to pay for it."

"What do you do for work?"

"I’m the head of security and cybersecurity department in a bioengineering company."

"Okay, now can you try in English please?" Hailee asked with her eyebrows crinkled together in confusion, causing a small chuckle to leaves Y/N’s lips.

"I make sure no one can hack into our data systems and steal any important project."

"Oh cool! It must be stressful."

"Sometimes, but I get to work from home when I please and I pretty much am the boss of myself so." Y/N shrugged her shoulders and took a sip of her water, "not to mention everyone is afraid to piss me off because I can totally hack into their phones and expose them with just a few taps from my phone." Y/N added with a mischievous smile as her eyes shimmered with mirth and chuckled inwardly when Hailee look a bit unsure at that last piece of information.

"Should I be worried?"

"No, you are safe with me. I’m a softy at heart, so I’m not capable of doing that. I promise." Y/N assured and for some reason Hailee believed her. She felt like she could truly trust Y/N, even if she knew about 4 things about her at most, but she was eager to find out more.

"Well duh, you are the head of security of a company, so of course I’m safe with you. Should I hire you as my bodyguard?" Hailee joked and bumped their shoulders together, wanting at all costs to hear that amazing sound to leave Y/N’s lips again, her body filling up with warmth when she was rewarded with that craved laugh not too long after.

"I’m not a bodyguard, Haiz. But I can make an exception? I don’t know, we can discuss it further when I’m drunk enough." Y/N continued their ongoing joke as she walked them over the couch to sit, Milo dozing off in his little bed right beside the couch.

"Oh yes, please!" Hailee giggled and clapped her hands excitedly, "we can totally do that later, if you’re up for it?"

"Are you really asking me if I want to hang out with you? Last week I got blocked by Republic Records for lashing out at them because my idol wasn’t having the recognition she deserved. I’m pretty sure I’m just hallucinating this after too many drinks, so I’m gonna make the most of it if I’m waking up soon."

"You’re a dork." Hailee pointed out with a small shake of her head and smile, pushing gently on the Y/E/C girl’s shoulder, who grinned at her in return.

"Yeah, yeah. You’ll get used to it." Y/N waved her off as she leaned over to place her now empty glass of water on the coffee table, watching as Hailee mimicked her, before turning a bit to the side when she laid back on the backrest of the couch to stare at Hailee without straining her neck.

"So, future bodyguard, tell me about your combat skills."

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"I’m telling you, being a genius at hacking can be useful but can also put you in some kind of situations." Y/N shivered in disgust at the images and purposefully took a big gulp of her drink to get rid of the memories that swam to the forefront of her mind.

"Like what?"

"Like when you’re trying to hack into your roommate’s professor’s laptop to steal the questions for her exam and finding a video of her having quality time with her wife."

"Oh my god!" Hailee clapped her hands together and leaned her head back as loud chuckles left her mouth at the look of pure horror on Y/N’s features at her retelling.

"When the next day I bumped into her on the way to my class, I almost fainted in front of her."

"I would’ve paid to see your face." Hailee giggled under her breath before taking a sip of her drink, furrowing her eyebrows sadly when she noticed the glass was now empty.

"Oh no, not that pouty face. Another drink coming up!" Y/N tapped the table with her hand and gulped down the rest of her drink, before sitting up and making her way towards the counter, "do you want the same one?" Y/N asked as she walked backward to the bar.

"Surprise me!" Hailee simply stated as she smiled at the girl, playing around with the ice in her glass before lifting her gaze up back on Y/N and clenched her jaw hard when jealousy crashed over her like a tidal wave at the sight of the bartender openly flirting with Y/N before handing her their drinks and a small piece of paper. Back off dude.

"You won’t believe what the hell just happened." Y/N told Hailee as soon as she sat back on her chair beside her, turning her back a bit to the counter to shield herself from the bartender as she handed Hailee her drink, "he gave me his number! He started asking a few questions about me and I was like ‘he is just being polite’, but then when he finished preparing our drinks he said and I quote ‘here is my number, so we can continue this conversation later’." Y/N made a gagging sound and a disgusted face and Hailee felt relieved that Y/N wasn’t happy about his move, "I am too kind to tell him I’m gay and it’s a big no for me." Y/N chuckled as she crumpled the piece of paper and scrambled it on the table.

Hailee felt her head spin out of control at that information. She wasn’t expecting that, sure she subconsciously hoped Y/N was gay, but she wasn’t ready to have that conversation yet, so she focused on the relief invading every single cell of her body as butterflies flew around her stomach like crazy all the while trying to subdue her excitement and her big ass grin she was sure she had on her face at that poor bartender getting stood up.

"Well I think you have to because he is still looking at you like a lovesick puppy." Hailee giggled under her breath when she subtly looked at the bartender over Y/N’s shoulder and found him looking their way.

"Ugh I hate this, what am I supposed to say, turn around and scream ‘dude I’m gay!’?!" Y/N asked in an exasperated but amused tone and shook her head softly.

"I might have a wicked idea."

"I’m in." Y/N nodded eagerly as her eyes sparkled enthusiastically.

"You don’t want to hear it first?"

"Not if it will take him off my back." Hailee hesitated just a couple of seconds as she eyed Y/N in search of any kind of discomfort before looking around at the now almost empty bar, then side-eyeing the bartender still looking at them and that made her resolutely lean forward and lay her lips over Y/N’s ones in a soft, gentle peck.

Thankfully Y/N had her back to the guy so he couldn’t see her eyes widening in shock for two seconds at most at the singer’s gesture, before closing them and reciprocating the soft kiss, now understanding what Hailee’s idea was, to make it more believable.

The kiss lasted about 5 seconds at last but for both of them it felt like it was an eternity spent in the softest and most delicious of sensations of their lips clasped together ever so gently, so when they both pulled away from the kiss they felt like the room was spinning and both had to lay their hands on the table to ground each other to earth. "Wow." Y/N exhaled in a whispered breath and smiled dumbly at the singer, who now sported a small blush on her cheeks, "thank you." Y/N didn’t know if it was the right thing to say but her brain was now in a puddle of gay feelings, so she was thankful she at least said something in the first place.

"It worked." Hailee winked at Y/N as she forced her heart rate to fucking stop pounding into her ears and smiled triumphantly when she watched the bartender sigh dejectedly and busy himself with mixing up another drink. Take that dude, she is mine! Not exactly mine, but y’know- whatever.

"Now, we can enjoy our fresh drinks peacefully."

"While we talk about you finding a sextape of your roommate’s professor."

"Ugh, I need to be way more drunk to talk about it more."

Hailee giggled loudly and was about to say something more but was stopped when someone approached their table and when she turned to see who it was, she restrained herself from rolling her eyes at the sight of the bartender standing in front of them with two drinks in his hands and looking sheepishly at Y/N. Can’t this dude fucking take an hint?! "Sorry to interrupt you ladies, I just came here to apologize to you and to give this to you guys. It’s on me. Enjoy your night."

Hailee was taken aback at the totally unexpected apology and chanced a look at Y/N and found the same amount of confusion on her features, before a small smile appeared on her mouth and watched as she nodded gently at him, "thank you."

Hailee merely smiled at him and watched as he nodded at them and walked away, "I- I’m too stunned to speak."

"Well it seems like your plan worked very very well. We got free alcohol! If you want to do it again, I’m in!" Y/N joked and she must have been already a bit intoxicated because she doesn’t seem affected by what she said, exactly the opposite of what Hailee was feeling in that moment. Because it took all her willpower to not lean over and kiss Y/N again, knowing the girl meant that as a joke, so she just laughed it off and sipped on her drink. Little did she know Y/N wasn’t intoxicated at all and meant it with all herself, she was just too much of a coward to just kiss Hailee herself.

-

"Guys! I know we said tomorrow was going to be our last day of shooting, but I need to fly to New York to take care of a few things with my label, so we need to reschedule it in three weeks!" Anderson announced sadly after they shoot the last scene of the day. A few days passed and they now moved into a building set out with green screens that were needed to put everything together during editing in the editing room, Hailee was dressed with a tight-fitting green dress and was staring at Anderson talking to everyone into the room, Y/N not too far behind wearing the same outfit she wore a few days prior.

"Don’t worry Andy, we already waited long enough, three weeks more won’t hurt." Hailee cracked a joke with a sarcastic tone that immediately lighted up the rapper’s grim face with a big grin as he nodded at her with a small laugh. Hailee walked back to her changing room and put on a pair of high-waisted jeans and a crop top, showing a bit of her abs, leaving her perfectly styled hair down, and quickly removed her makeup before making her way towards Y/N’s changing room to ask the girl to hang out at her house. "Hey stranger! How about- oh shit! Sorry!" As soon as Hailee closed the door behind her and turned around towards the Y/H/C girl with a bright smile on her face, it immediately dropped as her mouth opened in an O shape and her hands flew to her widened eyes to cover them when she was met with the sight of Y/N only in a pair of green boy shorts and her chest completely exposed to the singer.

"Oh shit, Hailee!"

"Sorry! I thought you were already done!" Hailee was having an hard time standing on her feet as she felt her legs wobble a bit as the images of the girl’s supple breasts plagued her mind, but tried to act cool like nothing happened.

"Anderson stopped me to talk about a few things for the video. You can look now." Y/N announced and Hailee sighed out of relief only for it to get stuck in her throat when she came face to face with Y/N still in her boy shorts that hugged her ass in an heavenly way and her bra, "I don’t know where the fuck my clothes are!"

Hailee felt a familiar pressure coiling dangerously in her lower stomach and took a deep breath to stop herself from spiraling out of control, "where did you leave them when you changed?"

"Here on the couch! Let me see if they fell under the cushions." Hailee whimpered under her breath when Y/N bent over the couch and started searching under the cushions for her clothes, her eyes hungrily fixated on the girl’s butt as her teeth sank on her bottom lip hungrily. "Nothing here. Where the hell are they?"

Hailee had to physically stop another whine leaving her lips when Y/N lifted her arm up to comb it into her hair in frustration before slamming it on the side of her body and the motion caused her bra-clad boobs to wiggle deliciously. "D-do you want me- to go check if we have something here for you to wear?"

"Yeah, I can’t exactly walk around like this."

I wish. "I’ll be right back." Hailee exited Y/N’s changing room and leaned on the door as she took deep calming breaths to beg her own body to stop buzzing and to start functioning properly in front of Y/N, "hey Jen, do we maybe have something to give to Y/N? She can’t find her clothes."

"Oh shoot, I think I have them! I though those were production clothes that we didn’t use!" Hailee chuckled gently at their stylist and thanked her when she handed her Y/N’s clothes and she walked back to Y/N’s changing room.

When she closed the door gently behind her she almost dropped the clothes on the floor and took Y/N right then and there when she was met with the sight of Y/N on the couch, on al four looking over the side side of the couch still probably searching her clothes. "Hm, it seemed like Jen had them."

Hailee surprised herself at the low, raspy tone she used and cleared her throat, watching as Y/N sprinted towards her with a wide smile before hugging her tightly. Hailee stood frozen for like a millisecond before reciprocating the hug and feeling her body literally hum in delight when her palms laid gently on Y/N’s exposed, surprisingly strong back. "Thank you my savior! Tonight, pizza is on me!"

-

"Do you want something to drink? I have a vodka and some other things to make a few drinks." Y/N announced as she sat up from her couch and retrieved the empty glasses of water to go refill them.

"Uhm, yeah. I can use a drink. What are the options?" Hailee asked as she sat up and walked over the kitchen counter to join Y/N in the open-space kitchen.

"Hm-" Y/N, crouched down on the floor to look at the bottom cabinet where the alcohol was and stopped to look at everything she had before thinking the first drink that came to mind, "sex on the beach?"

Hailee perched up at that, her mouth curling in a mischievous smile as the words left her lips effortlessly, "are you offering?"

Y/N straightened her back and regarded Hailee with a confused expression, "well I’m making the drinks so of cou-" Y/N stopped herself mid-sentence with a gasp when the meaning behind Hailee’s question caught up with her and now noticed her smug-looking face, a blush already creeping up her neck and cheeks, "HAILEE!"

"What?! It was a legit question!"

"You know what?! No sex on the beach for you." Y/N chided in an authoritative tone as she walked over the side of the kitchen counter, right beside Hailee, and slapped the girl’s right shoulder gently.

"Spoilsport. On the couch then?" Hailee kept teasing the girl a bit more, wanting to see how much she can push before reaching the breaking point and in the mean time enjoying the view of a flushed Y/N trying at all costs to not look flustered in front of her.

"Hailee, no."

"On this kitchen counter? I bet is stable enough to support us-"

"Hailee, I swear if you don’t shut up now, I’m making you." Y/N now sported a red hue on her cheeks and neck and was having an hard time in not just shutting the girl up with a kiss she had been dreaming to do since their soft peck a few night prior - it was a total lie, she had dreamed to kiss her for years now but let’s not dwell on that now - , so instead she stayed put on her spot with her body literally buzzing in a few specific places.

"Is that a promise?" Hailee asked in a seductive tone and a wolfish grin as she stretched her hand over and rolled a strand of Y/N’s Y/H/C hair around her fingers, watching as the girl visibly struggled at that gesture.

"Haiz, please. Stop."

"Sorry, I didn’t want to make you uncomforta-"

"You didn’t. It’s just hard." Y/N interrupted Hailee with a strong voice, her eyes moving from the counter in front of her to meet Hailee’s fierce brown irises determinedly.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t realize it wasn’t amusing you-"

"It did." Y/N was quick to reassure before shaking her head to get rid of images that weren’t exactly appropriate with the singer so close to her and continued without properly control herself. "It just- not only, amused me." Y/N widened her eyes comically when she heard her own voice reach her ears, "shit, did I say it out loud?"

"You did. And tell me, what other things made you feel? You said you weren’t uncomfortable, nor annoyed. So what?"

Hailee knew she was pushing maybe too far, but now that she saw a bit of spark that this may go further than their flourishing friendship, she would be stupid to not push through Y/N’s walls if it helped her to unveil her feelings. "Shit- I-"

Hailee smirked a bit more when she watched Y/N take a deep, shuddered breath as she struggled to keep gazing into Hailee’s eyes, so the singer pushed forwards, sitting up from her laying positions on her forearms on the counter and walked closer to Y/N, "would you feel better if I told you I too didn’t feel only amusement?" Y/N couldn’t find in her the force to speak, worried it would result in her whimpering pathetically at the distracting closeness Hailee put them through, so she just nodded dumbly at her, "and, so to speaking, would you like me to say to you what it made me feel or would it be better if I show you?"

This time Y/N couldn’t contain the small whimper leaving her lips when Hailee got impossibly closer to her and stared at her with this fierce, determined look on her face that she couldn’t control what was leaving her mouth in that moment, "show me." Y/N simply stated as she stared a few seconds at Hailee’s lips before meeting her eyes resolutely with fire burning behind her Y/E/C pools.

And that was the validation Hailee needed before surging forward, bracketing Y/N’s face softly with her hands before capturing Y/N’s lips in a slow, tender kiss. It was definitely more vigorous and audacious from the short kiss they shared in the bar, but still delicate enough to spark their bodies up and spreading a sense of happiness all throughout them like a wildfire. Hailee’s hands gripped Y/N’s cheeks when the girl pushed more onto her lips needily as a smile stretched over her features, before planting a few pecks there and pulling away. "Wow." Hailee repeated the same words Y/N spoke after kissing at the bar and that brightened Y/N’s features some more before the girl moved her hands, that stayed frozen on the counter, around Hailee’s neck and pushed her back onto her mouth for another, albeit more sensual, kiss. They both felt the other hum appreciatively as their lips slid over each other in an explorative dance, as their hands tried to push the other more into their bodies, but the edge of the counter between them proved to be a difficult task to complete, so Hailee moved around without disconnecting their lips and laid her hands on Y/N’s waist to turn her completely and trap her body on the counter with her own.

Y/N’s head reeled out of control at the singer taking the lead and went fully pliant under her to let her do whatever she pleased with her. Jeez, calm down a bit, won’t you? Y/N’s hands combed into Hailee’s blonde tresses when, after sweeping her tongue over the seam of her lips to ask for permission and Y/N granting the singer access right away, their tongues met in a messy dance inside their mouths, sliding over each other greedily as their unique taste inebriated their senses. When air, sadly, became a necessity, they pulled away slowly, a soft pop echoing around the silent room, before leaning their foreheads together and staring into each other’s eyes affectionately, "just to clarify, I’m not once again passed out drunk and dreaming this, right?"

Hailee laughed heartily at the question and at the dazed look on the girl’s face and shook her head fondly before laying a peck on her cheek, "not that I’m aware of."

"Good, good." Y/N stared a few more seconds into Hailee’s eyes before asking softly, "do you still want that drink or-?"

"Are you offering sex on the beach once again?" Hailee’s smug grin made its way back on the singer’s now kiss-swollen lips that only broadened as a laugh left her throat when Y/N blushed furiously and rolled her eyes at the singer.

"Hailee, I’m leaving."

"Oh so we’re going to the beach?" Hailee hugged Y/N tightly when she tried to push the singer off her body to walk away from her and pinned her back on the counter as she kept laughing heartily at their banter. "Okay, I’ll stop. For now."

"Do you want that drink or not?"

-

"Oh shit, wait! Let me record it." Hailee scrambled to take her phone and started recording a video of Y/N’s laptop’s screen as the girl pushed a few buttons around. They were in Hailee’s family home, seated on the couch in the living room while Griffin was holed up in the garage working on his car, so the two had the wicked idea of Y/N hacking into Griffin’s wireless speaker and pulling a prank on him while they watched through the security cameras video.

"Ready? One, two, three!" Y/N tapped something on the laptop and suddenly music bursted out loudly from the speaker, making Griffin jump out in fright and bump harshly his head on the open hood of the car he was crouching over to work on the engine.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Y/N and Hailee bursted out in loud cackles at what they just witnessed, leaning over the couch as they gripped their stomaches while tears rolled down their cheeks. Hailee stopped the video while hiding her face into Y/N’s neck as her body got wrecked by loud giggles.

"Oh my god. This was hilarious." Hailee let out in breathy voice as she tried to regain her composure and wipe a few tears away from her face, "did you hear the loud sound his head made with the hood? It was-"

"Y/N!!! I KNOW IT WAS YOU." Griffin came into vision as he walked out of the garage and had a murderous glare on his features as he trudged towards them.

"Oh shit, gotta go." Y/N disentangled herself from Hailee and sat up, walking around the couch to shield herself from a pissed Griffin. "I’m sorry! It was an harmless prank!"

"I FUCKING BANGED MY HEAD AND IT FUCKING HURT."

At that Hailee laughed again, causing Griffin to detach his eyes off Y/N for a brief second to send Hailee a withering glare, before meeting Y/N’s Y/E/C pools again when he heard her giggle softly under her breath, "sorry? Oh shit!"

Y/N run on the opposite side of the living room when Griffin charged towards her, watching as Hailee walked quickly up to her and tried to shield her from her brother’s attack, "move Hailee."

"It was my idea, she just obliged to my wishes."

"Whipped." Griffin teased with a smug grin and Y/N scoffed with a roll of her eyes, "but she still did it and she is gonna pay-HEY COME HERE!" Griffin was now sporting an amused smile as he ceased after her, while Hailee stared at the two with fondness swimming through her brown eyes at how familiar it all felt and felt happiness swell into her chest at how well the two got along in the past weeks, "hey babe, go!" Hailee opened the door that lead to their backyard and smiled brightly when Y/N left a peck on her lips on her way out.

"HEY! Don’t help her!"

"Sorry buddy-" Y/N turned around a bit to smile cheekily at Griffin, still jogging a bit to put a safe distance from him, "she’s on my si-FUCK!"

"Y/N watch out!" But it was too late, a loud splashing sound followed after Hailee’s warning and Y/N found herself in the pool with a Griffin bent over his knees, laughing his ass off.

"Payback is a bitch. My job here is done."

"Asshole."

"Love you too buddy!" Griffin waved at her as he walked back into the house and probably into the garage, while Y/N moved her wet hair out of her face and swam towards the small steps to exit the pool, a pouting Hailee waiting for her with a towel opened for her.

"Thank you babe." Y/N embraced herself with the towel and blushed furiously when Hailee kissed her cheek softly, "somehow I knew karma would’ve caught up with me."

"C’mon, let’s go get you some dry clothes." Y/N carefully left her wet shoes out as she made sure she wasn’t dripping down the floor all the way up the stairs to Hailee‘s room and waited patiently as Hailee fished a pair of black sweatpants and a teal t-shirt from her closet, before grabbing a pair of boy shorts and walking over to Y/N offering her her clothes. "Here you go."

Y/N discarded carefully the towel on the floor and went to grab the clothes from Hailee’s hands, but stopped when she noticed her girlfriend’s eyes fixated on her wet, white t-shirt and smirked mischievously when she notice her ogling at her chest, "my eyes are up here Steinfeld."

"W-what?" Hailee had an hard time ripping her eyes away from Y/N’s nipples standing out under the t-shirt now glued to her body and involuntarily licked her lips before meeting Y/N’s gaze full of mirth and mischief.

"See something you like?"

Hailee felt a shiver run down her back at the seductive and teasing tone the girl used and gulped imperceptibly. Two can play this game. "A couple of things yeah."

"Has anyone ever told you staring is rude?"

"Not when my girlfriend is so hot." Hailee admitted as she threw the clothes on the bed and walked closer to Y/N, laying her hands on her hips and flushing their bodies together.

"Babe, I’m gonna get you all wet."

"Hm, I wouldn’t mind it." Y/N felt her legs wobble at the raspy counter back as well-know pressure settled on the apex of her thighs when the brunette leaned over to lay a few open-mouthed kisses on the girl’s neck, feeling her skin still a bit dump under her lips.

"Babe." Y/N sighed contentedly as her eyes closed shut instinctively and her hands traded into Hailee’s hair to push her more into her and silently asking to keep going.

"Shit, you’re so hot." Hailee breathed out between them with a mesmerized look as her eyes fell once again on Y/N’s nipples still hard, but now she didn’t know if it was due to her dip in the water or for her ministrations on her neck and that thought alone sent shivers down her spine and right between her legs.

"C’mere." Y/N gripped the back of Hailee’s neck and pulled her into a bruising kiss, forcing her tongue into the singer’s mouth almost immediately and reveling in the wail tumbling out of Hailee’s throat and traveling right though her mouth and down between her legs when one of her hands, secured on the girl’s waist, skidded down and grasped her ass to flush their hips even more closer.

"Fuck." Hailee gasped out loud as her chest heaved from lack of air when Y/N’s teeth nibbled on her pulse point while her other hand moved from her neck and joined her ass to grope her thoroughly. "Shit, I can’t slip my hands under your shirt, it’s glued to your skin."

"Then take it off." Y/N answered absentmindedly as she focused on leaving a small hickey under the collar of Hailee’s shirt, making sure it would be covered with her clothes and would be hid from the public’s eyes.

"But I can clearly see you don’t have a bra under it."

"So what? It’s not the first time you see my boobs." Hailee blushed furiously when she recalled a few weeks ago when she barged into Y/N’s changing room and found her almost completely naked.

"Ugh, I almost exploded that day."

"Does it mean you will totally explode if you see me completely naked?" Y/N teased Hailee with a grin full of mirth and Hailee rolled her eyes in fond exasperation at her girlfriend.

"It depends on what kind of explosions we’re talking about." Hailee teased back as she started playing with the hem of the girl’s wet shirt, her fingertips caressing teasingly the waistband of Y/N’s sweatpants.

"Hm." Y/N hummed on Hailee’s lips before slipping teasingly her tongue into Hailee’s parted mouth and gripped her ass hard to make Hailee circle her legs around her waist to walk them towards the bed, "you sure?"

Hailee’s heart rate skyrocketed at the thoughtful, loving question, causing warmth to invade her body and arousal pool even more between her legs, increasing copiously the wetness already collected there. "More than ever." Hailee kissed Y/N hungrily to let all her feelings into their kiss as she imperceptibly grounded her center on Y/N’s contracted abs to gain more friction, "hm, wait." Hailee pulled away when she felt the girl starting her walk towards the bed and made her stop in her tracks.

"What?" The adorable worried gaze Y/N regarded her with made Hailee let out a small ‘aw’ before pecking repeatedly her lips, basking in the smile that her gesture replaced with instead of her anxious pout.

"My brother is downstairs and the door is unlocked."

"Do you think we can trick him into leaving the house for a while so we can-?" Y/N stopped herself because she didn’t know how her body would react if she said the ‘s’ word with Hailee still in her arms and merely stared at the bed with her eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

Hailee blushed furiously at the implications and nodded, but before she could ask Y/N to put her down so could open the door and call her brother Y/N walked them both towards the door and waited for Hailee to open the door. The show of strength Y/N was pulling right now was so hot Hailee felt her arousal increase so much it almost became unbearable, but she had to resist a few more minutes before finally giving into their desires. She opened the door a tad and leaned her back a bit, completely ignoring her center rubbing deliciously over Y/N’s abs and winking at Y/N when she noticed the hungry look she was sending her way at her sexy gesture, to call out her brother from upstairs, knowing he could hear her from there, "GRIFF?!" When she received no answer she furrowed her brows and looked at Y/N in confusion who just lifted her shoulders up in puzzlement. Y/N reluctantly had to put Hailee down as they had to make their way down the stairs to go searching the boy, who was probably busy and couldn’t hear them, but they found the house completely empty. Just when Hailee went to the couch to grab her phone and call her brother, she found a post-it stuck on its screen and smiled sweetly at the message.

Wade called for my help for his car. I’ll see you guys tonight. Tell Y/N she still need to pay for her prank with food.

Hailee showed the message to Y/N, who rolled her eyes good-naturedly and shook her head, before a big, ravenous smirk rolled over her lips, "do you know what this means?" Hailee gulped visibly as her body’s temperature rose up in an instant at the hungry tilt present in Y/N’s voice and waited for Y/N to continue, "it means I have you all to myself for the entire day." Y/N walked slowly, predatorily towards Hailee, nuzzling their noses together before bending slightly on her knees and grasping Hailee’s ass again to pull her up and link her legs around her waist to start her walk up the stairs.

"Shit, that was fucking hot." Hailee murmured hungrily as she leaned over and attacked Y/N’s neck with open-mouthed kisses, mixed with a few licks and small nips. She smirked widely when Y/N faltered in her steps on the stairs when she bit particularly harsh on her pulse point and soothed the stinging with her tongue, moaning pitifully on the now raw skin when Y/N gripped her ass hard, causing her hips to rub deliciously over her stomach.

"Babe, I’m trying to walk."

"Then hurry up, because I’m trying to fuck you."

Y/N stopped her walk on the stairs to stare Hailee down predatorily, "Hailee. Fuck!"

Hailee giggled just a few seconds before she squealed loudly when Y/N pretty much sprinted up the stairs and into her room, kicking the door shut and blindly locking the door, Hailee finding the motion extremely hot and endearing as she pulled their mouths together in a bruising kiss. "That was so hot too."

"Me running up the stairs?"

"Yeah and closing the door without looking at it."

"Yeah well you can never be too sure so I had to lock it and I only have eyes for you my beautiful Hailee, so how could I look away?" Y/N replied charmingly as she brushed their noses together before wrapping her lips around the blonde’s ones in an open-mouthed kiss, all teeth and tongues.

"Shit." Hailee shuddered as she recovered from their powerful kiss and licked her lips to ground herself before leaning their foreheads together and looking into Y/N’s eyes intensely, then laying a soft peck on the Y/H/C girl’s nose before speaking up once again, "that was so cheesy but so fucking beautiful and heart warming. I’m speechless. I like you so so much, Y/N/N. I know we met only about a month ago but I already feel something so strong for you, my beautiful baby."

"So are you Haiz. And we may officially know each other for only a short amount of time, but I feel like I’ve known you for so much longer. And I mean, I technically do since I am your fan and I’ve known you since around 2014, but trust me when I say that these past month with you only deepened my already growing feelings for you."

The two stared each other down a few more moments before meeting into a languid, soft kiss, full of passion that burned within their bodies that got obscured by lust when Y/N finally reached the bed and laid Hailee gently on it, crawling on top of her right after as they never detached their lips and kept exploring the other’s mouth eagerly with their tongues. "Can I take this off?"

Hailee almost combusted on the spot at the question asked in a whispered, breathy voice on her lips as Y/N’s hands played with the hem of the girl’s black tank top, "yes, baby."

And with a swift motion, Y/N lifted Hailee’s top off and took her time to admire her girlfriend’s half naked torso, her eyes sweeping over the prominent collarbones, down her chest clad in a black lacy bra before focusing hungrily on Hailee’s abs, that she promptly contracted under the girl’s intense and attentive stare, causing Y/N to lick her lips longingly, "you are gorgeous Haiz."

"So are you babe. Let me get you out of this drenched shirt." Hailee laid a soft peck on Y/N’s lips before looking into Y/N’s eyes to ask for her permission, finding affection and lust mixing together in her Y/E/C irises, and so, with a bit of effort, she succeeded in pulling the wet garment off Y/N and throwing it on the floor to join her own top. She watched mesmerized as goosebumps appeared on the girl’s skin, licking her dry lips before biting down on her bottom lip when her girlfriend’s nipples hardened even more when shivers reached her chest too.

"See something you like miss Steinfeld?" Y/N repeated her previous question and smirked cheekily down at a still starstruck Hailee, ogling her girlfriend’s boobs with hooded eyes, and chuckled amusedly when Hailee merely nodded at the girl’s question without moving her eyes away from Y/N’s chest, so the girl laid her finger under Hailee’s chin and lifted her head up to make her meet her amused but lustful gaze, "take a picture, it’ll last longer."

"Maybe I will, do you mind?" Hailee moved her hand to retrieve her phone from her pocket after stashing it in there after reading her brother’s message he left for her and opened her camera app to snap a few pictures of Y/N half naked and straddling her torso. "Beautiful."

"I thought we were about to have sex, not an impromptu photoshoot."

"Sorry, but I couldn’t resist." Hailee blocked her phone and discarded it somewhere on the mattress before giving her undivided attention to Y/N. "Where were we?"

"I was about to state the fact that it’s unfair you already saw my boobs twice while I’ve never seen yours." Y/N spoke up in a pensive tone as she tapped her forefinger on her chin and looked down at Hailee, who was still having an hard time focusing on anything but Y/N’s boobs calling for her mouth’s attention.

"Well, I guess we need to do something to change that."

"How about this?" Y/N leaned down to capture Hailee’s lips in an hard kiss while her hands sneaked behind Hailee’s back to arch it and allow her fingers to unfasten her bra and throwing it behind her before staring at Hailee’s supple breasts a few seconds, then laying her torso down on Hailee’s one and both moaned in delight when their nipples brushed over each other for the first time. Tingles traveled all over their bodies when Y/N readjusted her position on top of Hailee and slotted one of her legs between Hailee’s ones, causing her thigh still covered by her wet sweatpants to rub deliciously over Hailee’s jeans clad center, while Hailee’s leg slipped between Y/N’s thighs and pushed hard on Y/N’s core.

"Oh." Hailee moaned in appreciation at the wonderful stimulation she was experiencing and canted her hips up on Y/N’s leg to gain as much friction as she could, feeling Y/N’s hands grasping her hips clench on the skin there.

"You’re so hot, fuck." Y/N stared transfixed with her eyes full of lust skidding all over Hailee’s naked chest as she licked her swollen lips in a predatory way while her body lighted up with arousal at the singer grinding on her thigh greedily.

"Are you- fuck- just gonna stare babe?"

"Oh trust me, I’m going to do so much more than just stare." Y/N stated in an hungry, low tone, causing tingles to run down Hailee’s spine and merging all between her legs, causing another moan to slip out as a particular hard thrust up stimulated her clit wonderfully, "enjoying yourself?"

"Yeah." Hailee shuddered as the coiling sensation in her lower stomach grew exponentially each passing second of her grinding and at the smug smirk Y/N sent her way, "a lot."

"Hm." Y/N hummed pensively as her hands moved up and down Hailee’s torso, the soft caresses eliciting goosebumps on her hands’ wake, purposefully grazing the underside of Hailee’s boobs but never grasping them fully to tease the singer a bit more while her smirk only grew wider at the small whimpers leaving her girlfriend’s mouth each time she missed her breasts, "y’know I’m enjoying myself too, watching this amazing show, having the privilege of front row seats and all of that, being the one giving you so much pleasure without even touching you properly, your beautiful face contorted in pleasure, those amazing sounds leaving your mouth and let’s not even start talking about your wonderful tits moving each time you thrust your hips up for some friction and literally calling me and my mouth to just pay attention to them. Fuck, you are stunning like this babe, my beautiful baby."

"Oh fuck-shit. Y/N, please touch me. Make me come over and over again."

"Well, since you asked so nicely." In one swift motion, Y/N got rid of both Hailee’s and her pants and panties and resumed their previous position, now both moaning blissfully at the sensation of their skin coming in contact for the first time without any garment in between and both established a slow but steady rhythm, with their cores rubbing on their thighs while they kissed hungrily in a messy kiss, full of teeth and tongues.

"Y/N/N." Hailee wailed loudly when Y/N’s lips attached on her pulse point while both of her hands finally landed on her chest and kneaded her boobs needily.

"Hm." Y/N hummed in appreciation and hunger as Hailee’s nipples stood up under her palms at her hands’ attention and rolled them both with her thumb and basked in the broken, strangled whine leaving Hailee’s throat at her motions, "so so hot like this."

"Oh babe! You feel so good." Hailee’s body twisted under Y/N’s one as her hips increased the pace just a tad, chasing down her increasing arousal and orgasm.

"Can I taste your wonderful boobs?" Hailee felt a gush of arousal leave her core at the question and, not finding enough clarity to answer verbally, Hailee nodded furiously and combed her hands into Y/N’s hair to push her head down on her chest. Y/N smirked at the eager gesture and let Hailee move her down her body, leaving a trail kisses on her way down before promptly wrapping her lips around a pebbled nipple and moaning on the singer’s chest at the sensations triggered by her gesture.

Y/N took her time in worshipping the girl’s breasts to the fullest, alternating between kisses, nibbles, small love bites and licks, switching from one boob to the other to make sure they both had the proper attention they both deserved, all the while never stopping her grinding with Hailee’s hips, only increasing the speed and the force when they both felt their orgasm getting close. "Babe, I’m- fuck."

"Yeah, me too." Y/N murmured with a nipple into her mouth and swirled her tongue over it a few times before releasing it with a loud pop and moving up to be face to face with Hailee, nuzzling their noses together before laying a soft peck on her lips.

"Oh, Y/N/N!" Hailee moaned blissfully when Y/N laid her torso back on Hailee’s one, causing their nipples to clash together and stimulate them both to the fullest with each thrust they did, and wrapped her arms around the Y/H/C girl’s strong back as she hugged her closer. Their hips never stopped their unrelenting pace, only moved fast as they chased down their peak, creating a lewd melody of thudding sounds coming from the headboard hitting the wall and their moans mixing together between them.

"Shit, I’m close." Y/N whispered into Hailee’s ear as the singer laid her forehead on Y/N’s temple and nodded furiously beside her.

"Me too babe." Hailee was the first to tumble over the edge with a strangled moan and her hands clamping down on Y/N’s shoulder blades, her body stiffening for a few seconds as her release spread all over Y/N’s thigh, followed right after by Y/N, who moaned softly into Hailee’s shoulder, her body twitching copiously as her juices dripped from her core and onto Hailee’s leg and bed, before slumping down on Hailee’s body as both let their haziness wear off.

"Hi." Y/N turned her head around slowly to meet Hailee’s soft, brown irises and pecked her lips gently, feeling a big grin flit over Hailee’s lips before sharing another tender kiss.

"Hi cutie." Hailee brushed their noses together a few seconds before, without warning, switching their position. She was now the one on top, looking down at Y/N and admiring with greedy eyes her breathtaking naked body. "Hello again."

"Hm, this view is also not bad at all." Y/N felt her body literally buzz in anticipation and trepidation as she noticed the predator look Hailee was regarding her with.

"Would you look at that?" Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and silently asked Hailee to elaborate further, "look at the mess I made! I better clean it up."

"Oh shit!" Y/N had very little time to process what the singer was referring to before she felt her tongue hit her right thigh and lick her own juices off. "Fuck Haiz, that was so hot."

"Wanna taste?" Hailee smirked seductively at Y/N after straightening her stance and leaned over to kiss Y/N when she whimpered under her breath and nodded her head briskly. Hailee shuddered visibly when Y/N was waiting with her mouth already parted open to accommodate her tongue and wailed into the Y/E/C girl’s mouth when she sucked eagerly on her tongue while her hands flew to her ass and gripped it harshly.

"Hm, so fucking delicious. I wanna taste more."

"Ah-ah, later. Now, I want to see how loud you can be while I fuck you into the mattress." Hailee almost surprised herself at her own words. She never liked that much dirty talk, never the one using it and always almost cringing when her past lovers used it. But with Y/N? It just seemed natural and it felt so fucking hot hearing Y/N voice her thoughts while being intimate with her and watching closely Y/N’s reaction at her own crass words. So she guessed she liked dirty talk now.

"Oh shit, how do you want me?" Y/N asked eagerly, instinctively spreading her legs open for Hailee to slip between them and lay on Y/N’s body and moaned pitifully into Hailee’s mouth when she pulled her into a slow, sensual kiss with their tongues sliding over each other hungrily.

"Hm, like this is perfect." Hailee stated in an hoarse voice, humming in appreciation when Y/N’s hands kept kneading her ass eagerly as her lips laced on her jaw and left open mouthed kisses there. "No hickeys. I have to shoot the music video tomorrow."

"Noted." Y/N’s teeth nibbled Hailee’s defined jaw a few more seconds, before laying her tongue flat on her skin and licking up to her ear before engulfing her earlobe into her mouth and sucked on it teasingly.

"Hm." Hailee hummed blissfully as her arousal pooled once again between her legs and almost got herself lost into Y/N’s amazing ministrations before she shook her head hastily to get rid of the haziness and moved her head away from Y/N’s lips, "how are you feeling? Ready for round two?" When the Y/E/C girl just nodded furiously as she bit on her bottom lip seductively, Hailee leaned over to replace her teeth with Y/N’s ones and nibbled on her bottom lip a few seconds, while one of her hands slipped between their bodies and reached its yearned destination a moment later, triggering a loud moan from Y/N, that Hailee promptly swallowed when she joined their lips again in a much more frenzy and needier kiss. "So wet for me already."

"Oh Haiz." Y/N felt wild goosebumps wreck her body when Hailee rolled her pulsating clit between her fingers before releasing it and teasing her entrance instead, going back and forth repeatedly to increase the already copious amount of wetness between her legs. "Please baby."

"Patience, Y/N/N." Hailee smirked when Y/N grunted in protest and bucked her hips up to try to gain some friction, but Hailee used her other hand to push the girl’s hips down on the mattress and tutted at her with a wolfish grin adorning her features, "so needy for me." Hailee, for good measure, slipped only the tip of her middle finger in and her smirk broadened when Y/N tried to push her hips up to slip her finger more into her but her other hand pressed them more into the mattress, causing Y/N to grouse out her disappointment. "I promised you I would fuck you into the mattress and that’s what I’m about to do. But I want to make sure you are wet enough for me."

"Babe I can feel myself dripping on the sheets. So please fuck me, or I’m doing it myself."

"Is that a threat or a promise?" Hailee countered back in challenge, her sweet smile still present on her lips a stark contrast from the mischief swimming into her brown, almost black, hues and chuckled amusedly when Y/N grunted out in frustration.

"Such a tease." Y/N had only the time to finish her sentence as a loud, satisfied moan got ripped out of her throat when Hailee sank her digit completely into Y/N and started an agonizingly slow rhythm.

"Fuck Y/N/N, you feel amazing around my finger."

"Babe faster, harder. Just more."

"Look at you, so needy for me." Hailee rasped out as she added a second finger and increased her speed just tad bit, still wanting to see how much more teasing Y/N could take.

"Yes babe, just for you." Y/N stated out of breath as her hips, now a bit more free to move under Hailee’s hand, met Hailee’s thrusts to increase her pleasure as the coiling feeling in her lower stomach became stronger each passing second, after each push of Hailee’s fingers in her core and each swipe of her palm of her hand on her pulsating clit, begging for some more attention too.

"Is this enough for you?" Hailee asked in a seductive tone right into Y/N’s ear, smirking proudly when the girl wailed out loud at her nibbling on her earlobe and bit down on it a bit more harshly to pull a full, louder moan from her girlfriend, "or do you want more?"

"I need more babe, please."

"What do you need? Use your words." Hailee traced Y/N’s ear with her tongue before moving her lips on her jaw, her chin, her cheeks then reaching their destination on the girl’s full lips and kissing her fervently, their tongues clashing needily into their mouths all the while Hailee never ceased her steady but still too slow thrusts.

"Please baby, faster."

Hailee sped up her movements right after, her stomach flipping over itself at the loud, appreciative moan coming out of Y/N’s mouth as her hips matched her fingers’ rhythm while her head slumped back on the pillow and her eyes clamped shut. "You’re so beautiful."

"Fuck Haiz, right there!"

"Do you like it babe?" Y/N nodded furiously and Hailee tutted at her with a pouty face. "Words baby." Hailee thrusted her fingers harshly back into Y/N’s core and watched as her body trembled with her gesture and a strangled moan came out of Y/N’s throat as her hands moved from Hailee’s ass and clasped her strong back to ground herself to the singer as the coiling feeling in her stomach was almost ready to snap.

"Yes baby." Y/N whimpered when a particular hard thrust made her almost see stars and trashed her head side to side on the pillow as the pleasure almost overwhelmed her, "so fucking good! YES!"

Hailee smiled proudly at the scream of satisfaction when she added her thumb in the equation and rolled Y/N’s clit in fast circles, moving in rhythm with her thrusts. "Do you think you could take another finger?"

"Yes, oh yes please." With the last ounce of strength she summoned within her body, she opened her eyes and clamped her hands around Hailee’s neck to hold her as she stared intently into her eyes, "fucking rail me."

Hailee shuddered visibly at the statement, causing her fingers to stutter a bit in their motions, but she quickly recovered her functions and obliged immediately, pushing a third finger in as started plunging them in and out fast and hard, almost coming on the spot at the squelching sounds they were creating in Y/N’s drenched core. She repositioned her hands, laying the left one on the girl’s hips to help her movements while the right one grabbed Y/N’s left hand clamped around the back of her neck and entwined them lovingly before laying them on the mattress beside Y/N’s head and laid on it for leverage. "Fuck, this feels amazing."

"Oh! I’m- so close babe." Those words only spurred Hailee on, a primal need to watch her come undone under her overcoming her, so she used her hips to help her thrust in deeper and harder, feeling the girl’s walls clenching on her digits in an heavenly way, as her other hand clenched around the girl’s hips.

"Let go babe, let me see how fucking beautiful you are while you come on my fingers." And after a few thrusts and a few taps on her clit, Y/N came with a loud, long moan of Hailee’s name, emitted right on Hailee’s lips. Her body stilled for a few seconds before slumping back on the mattress still trembling from the powerful orgasm while Hailee slowed her movements to a stop and removed her fingers and halted her motions only when she felt the girl’s body stopping twitching. "Look at the beautiful mess you just made." Hailee lifted her glossy fingers up between them to let Y/N see, before moving it towards her mouth to have a taste but she was stopped with a gentle, still a bit shaky hand around her wrist, so she lifted her right eyebrow up in a silent question at Y/N, now sporting a determined, sultry gaze on. "Holy shit." Hailee moaned pitifully a second later when Y/N smirked at her and winked before she slipped Hailee’s three fingers still wet with her release into her mouth and started sucking them clean, staring transfixed into Y/E/C irises looking back at her intently with her mouth hang open as a gush of arousal left her already extremely drenched core.

Hailee tentatively moved her hand just a tiny bit into Y/N’s mouth and she almost came on the spot when Y/N hummed in appreciation at her gesture and prompted her to repeat it by challenging her with her wiggling eyebrows and her eyes full of mischief and mirth. Hailee then replicated her movement, now firmer and more determined as her other hand clasped Y/N’s scalp to guide her mouth up and down her fingers. "Fuck. So so hot." Hailee whispered in a haze, "keep going, suck my fingers clean." Y/N moaned pitifully around Hailee’s fingers at the encouraging words, both feeling thrilling shivers running down their spines at the eroticism of Hailee mouth-fucking Y/N. When Y/N felt like Hailee’s fingers were satisfyingly cleaned, she clenched gently on Hailee’s nape and slowly pushed the singer’s digits out, licking her lips and humming in delight for good-measure to tease Hailee more.

"Wanna taste?" Hailee growled under her breath before clashing their lips together and pushing her tongue forcefully into Y/N’s smiling lips to lick every angle of Y/N’s mouth, whining at her taste still lingering on her girlfriend’s tongue and sucking on it eagerly. When they separated, their pupils were blown and their chests heaved wildly to try to bring some needed air into their lungs as their hearts beat in unison, like they were connected.

"Hm, now I am curious."

"About what?" Hailee asked with a million dollar smile at the cute pensive look Y/N was sporting, not clearly getting what the girl meant with her question murmured in a low tone after a few minutes of comfortable silence with them cuddling on the bed, Hailee slumped on top of Y/N and with her face hid into her neck as their hands absentmindedly caressed their still a bit hot and sweaty skin.

"About how you taste."

"Excuse me what?"

"I’m wondering if you taste as wonderful as I think you taste." Y/N repeated, elaborating her train of thoughts as the singer stared down at her with fire burning behind her brown, almost black, irises and bit on her bottom lip seductively and hungrily, "you tasted yourself when you licked your release off my thigh, so I’m a bit both jealous and disappointed."

"Well, what are you gonna do then?" Hailee surprised herself at how much hoarse her voice sounded but smirked in satisfaction when she saw visible goosebumps run all over her girlfriend’s exposed skin, "Y/N?"

Hailee’s question and calling her name made her get out of her brain still wrapping completely around what just happened, the sounds of Hailee’s moans embedded in her brain forever, and leaned over to bit on Hailee’s bottom lip and then pulled away, "Hm, so many options."

"What?"

"I could have you spread out beautifully under me as I drink you up, or I can have you ride my face as I devour you under those masterpieces you call thighs, I could fuck you till you can’t walk with my fingers and have a taste. See? So so many options."

Hailee felt her body flare up in pure, raw arousal at Y/N’s sentence spoken so easily and with a light tone like she was talking about the weather, her core immediately clenching over nothing as a fresh gush of arousal spurted out of her core and dripped down her inner thighs, "what are you gonna choose?" Hailee shivered at her own low, raspy voice spoken on Y/N’s mouth before sinking her teeth on the girl’s bottom lip teasingly and smirking triumphantly when she heard her growl before clashing their lips together in an hungry, frenzy kiss with their tongues sliding over each other fervently.

"Hm." Y/N hummed absentmindedly after they pulled away from their intense kiss and licked her swollen lips then laid another, sweet, peck on Hailee’s mouth before speaking up with a burning determination and a lustful eagerness swimming through her Y/E/C irises, now almost black as the desire the two girls were sharing was becoming almost unbearable, "even though I would love to try all of these options, I think I will have you spread out for me on this bed as I devour you until you can’t walk for days."

Hailee shivered visibly at the promise behind Y/N’s statement and let out a whimper she couldn’t exactly control before joining their lips into another heavy kiss, "who said you can’t try them all after?"

Y/N had to literally stop her brain from spinning at the dirty, mischievous smirk Hailee sent her way as she grabbed her hand and pushed it between her legs, moaning lewdly when Y/N moved her pointer and middle finger between her wet folds to tease her. "You are perfect baby."

"So are you Y/N/N." The Y/H/C girl saw tenderness whirling around Hailee’s eyes, before a second later it got replaced by lust as a low wail tumbled out of her mouth at Y/N rolling her clit between her fingers, "but please, now fuck me."

And with a renewed resolution and purpose, Y/N flipped them over in a swift motion with her hand still buried between Hailee’s legs then kissed the singer fervently, letting the unique taste of the blonde inebriate her senses for a few seconds before slipping just the tip of her middle finger in and smirked triumphantly when Hailee moaned out loud right into her mouth and made them stop kissing. So Y/N focused on the singer’s pulse point, peppering just a few light kisses there, knowing with just the last ounce of clarity she had in her brain to not leave a visible mark since Hailee had to shoot her music video the next day, before descending on her collarbones all the while she slipped her finger all the way in and started a maddeningly slow pace. Her lips left a trail of open mouthed kisses down the blonde’s sternum before finally slipping a pebbled nipple into her mouth and lapped at it with her tongue, triggering a strangled gasp from Hailee above her. "Do you like it?"

"Oh yes!" Hailee moaned in affirmation as her hands buried into Y/N’s Y/H/C tresses and pushed her more into her chest as she bucked her hips up to silently ask for more.

"Do you want another finger?" Y/N lifted her eyes up and watched as Hailee nodded eagerly with her bottom lip trapped between her teeth and her eyes closed shut as her face contorted in pleasure and smiled softly at the girl, before pulling her mouth away from Hailee’s breast and tutted at her in fond mockery.

The sudden lack of warmth surrounding her nipple, the cool air hitting her wet skin and the soft tutting hitting her ears made Hailee open her eyes and look down at Y/N to ask her why she halted her ministrations on her chest only for her head to spin out of control when she was met with lustful eyes already staring at her, "why did you stop?"

"Because I want you to use words and to not hold back from any sound. We are alone for the rest of the day, so don’t hold back. Let me hear you use that beautiful voice of yours not only for singing or acting." Y/N stated hungrily as she added another finger into Hailee’s core without warning and got rewarded with a lascivious moan.

"Oh fuck." Hailee whined when Y/N sped up her movements while her other hand palmed her breast and kneaded it harshly.

"There it is." Y/N leaned over to peck Hailee’s lips again before resuming her previous position and taking her hand’s place on Hailee’s boob as her fingers pushed in and out of Hailee in an unrelenting pace. When she was satisfied it got the perfect amount of attention, Y/N moved from Hailee’s right boob to the other, kissing all around Hailee’s areola, nibbling at the soft mound moving from the top to the bottom and from left to right before lapping her perk up nipple, matching her digits’ rhythm, as a slew of profanities left the singer’s mouth from above her. She slipped the nipple into her mouth to suck on it for a few seconds, enough to overstimulate Hailee a bit more, before reluctantly pulling away and continuing her journey down Hailee’s marvelous body.

Her hand slipping in and out of Hailee created a dizzying squelching sound that mixed together with the blonde’s moans of pure pleasure were making Y/N intoxicated with everything Hailee. Y/N increased her speed just notch when she felt the singer’s hips meet her thrusts needily while slipping her tongue out to lick Hailee’s mouthwatering abs, letting out a moan herself when she felt the muscles stand up at the attention and at girl’s hips’ movements, before finally reaching her desired destination. "Oh SHIT!"

Y/N felt pride swell hard into her chest when a spur of wetness left Hailee’s core while the singer clamped down on her hair and moaned out loud after Y/N enveloped the blonde’s clit with her lips and started sucking on it tentatively, a stark contrast from the now ruthless pounding of her fingers into the girl’s core. "You feel so good in my mouth." Y/N pulled away just enough to murmur her sentence on Hailee’s clit before diving right back in and suckling on the bundle of nerves harshly while her fingers curled into Hailee’s center, feeling the girl’s walls clench and spasm around them, a clear sign the girl was close to tipping over the edge.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck Y/N/N!" With a broken, loud scream, Hailee reached her powerful orgasm. Her body stilled just a few seconds to spur out her release before it started spasming and trembling as Y/N slowed her fingers’ movements to help her ride out her post-coital wave. She was ready to voice out her disappointment when Y/N slipped her fingers out of her still twitching core, only for it to die in her throat as a loud moan came out of it when Y/N’s tongue took a long, hungry lick from the bottom of her slits all the way to her clit and shuddered wildly as Y/N’s appreciative hum’s vibrations travelled from her core and spread all over her body, lightning it up in an instant as a fresh wave of arousal already settled between her legs, making the singer wonder how it was possible to get turned on just a few seconds later a powerful orgasm, but discarded the question quickly when she felt Y/N’s surprisingly skilled tongue lap up her release’s juices. "Oh fuck babe, don’t stop."

"Look at you, so wet for me again, already." Y/N snickered mischievously as her eyes full of mirth and affection met Hailee’s hooded ones from her position between her legs and winked up at her, watching as a scorching blush formed on her cheeks as she licked another swipe on Hailee’s cunt, slipping just the tip of her tongue between her slits before laying her tongue flat on her pulsating clit and lapping up at it a few times, all the while never breaking their intense eye contact. "Can I slip my tongue in?"

Hailee couldn’t find in herself the strength to answer with coherent words at that question, so she moaned pitifully what she deemed a ‘yes’ and gripped Y/N’s scalp hard to push her more into her cunt, but Y/N stayed put as she stared her down with a raised eyebrow up in challenge. Of course, use your words. "Yes baby! Please, I need you and amazing skilled tongue."

"As you wish." And with that last spoken sentence, Y/N kissed tenderly Hailee’s clit before easing her tongue in slowly, moaning delightfully at the amazing sensation of Hailee’s walls clenching down on her wet muscle while her thighs instinctively tightened around her head. The Y/H/C girl started slowly, slipping her tongue all the way out before slamming it back in, settling a steady rhythm to let Hailee truly enjoy her pleasure, but that lasted all about two minutes before Y/N eagerly sped up her movements as her hands clamped down on Hailee’s powerful thighs, wanting the girl to come into her mouth at all costs and as soon as she could.

"Oh fuckfuckfuck! Right there babe!" Hailee was a moaning mess as she thrashed around in ecstasy, Y/N’s tongue making her feel a plethora of emotions she almost felt overwhelmed by them and everything, but at the same time the tight squeezing Y/N did on the top of her thighs grounded her, enhancing her pleasure tenfold. "Oh yes, yes, yes!"

Y/N’s fingers clenched hard on Hailee’s skin as the girl’s scent and taste inebriated her senses and when she opened her eyes to look up at the girl to try and meet her gaze as she fucked her with her tongue, she faltered in her motions for a second when she watched the girl knead her own boob and tease her nipple with the hand not clenching on the Y/H/C girl’s scalp. Y/N felt like she could just come without even a proper stimulation from that sight only. It was so incredibly erotic watching Hailee increase her own pleasure by massaging her breast as she bucked her hips to meet Y/N’s tongue slamming in and out of her cunt, her eyes closed as her beautiful features contorted in pleasure. After speeding up as much as she could her tongue’s speed into Hailee’s center, Y/N could feel Hailee was nearing her tipping point if her walls spasming and clenching impossibly hard around her curling tongue was anything to go by, so she pushed through the stinging pain in her jaw from the fatigue and thrusted her tongue in and out of Hailee rapidly, using her nose to stimulate the girl’s clit in the process to enhance her pleasure and after thrusting particularly hard into Hailee and curling her tongue, Hailee came undone with a lecherous scream of Y/N’s name. Y/N wailed in pure bliss when Hailee’s release met her tongue and taste buds, inebriating her senses even more and making her dizzy but she pushed through her lustful haze to drink Hailee’s juices up all the while helping her girlfriend ride out her orgasm. When she felt the girl twitch from overstimulation she stopped her small licks and laid a soft peck on Hailee’s clit, feeling it still pulsating under her lips from her powerful orgasm, before dotting Hailee’s a bit sweaty body with soft kisses, then nuzzled her nose with Hailee’s one and smiled warmly down at her. "Hi there."

Hailee just shook her head fondly at Y/N and kissed her gently, before whining into the kiss when she could taste herself on Y/N’s lips as she could feel small remnants of her release on them and on her chin, so she promptly licked them all clean before slipping her tongue into Y/N’s mouth and kissing her languidly, both moaning into the kiss, Hailee for tasting herself again on Y/N’s tongue while Y/N moaned at the lewd action the singer just did. "Hi." Hailee spoke up out of breath after pulling away from the kiss and smiled lovingly up at Y/N before sighing blissfully when Y/N settled on the bed beside her and she immediately slipped between her arms and cuddled her, enjoying their comfortable and peaceful bubble wrapped up around each other, resting a bit before going for a few more rounds.

-

"Steinfeld, Steinfeld, Steinfeld." Hailee snickered under her breath after she entered her changing room and found Y/N, sat on the small couch in the room, staring hungrily at her, before shaking her head and speaking up with a clearly fake disappointed tone, "you are gonna make me explode."

"Do you like it?" Hailee asked in fake innocence as she looked down at her ‘mermaid dress’ as Anderson called it.

"I fucking love it." Y/N declared as she sat up from the couch and sauntered towards Hailee, causing butterflies to fly around her stomach at the ravenous look Y/N had on as she came closer to her like a predator walked closer to its prey. When she was within arms reach, she laid her hands on the girl’s hips and squeezed them gently, "shit, it hugs your amazing body perfectly."

"Hm, I have a feeling you will love the other two more outfits I have to put on."

"Show me." Hailee smirked seductively at Y/N before laying her finger on Y/N’s sternum and pushed her gently backwards until she sat her back down on the couch, before disappearing in the small bathroom to change. "You could’ve changed in front of me y’know? It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Many, many times." Y/N’s proud smirk fell off her face as soon as her eyes landed on Hailee’s form clad in a fancy jumpsuit, that showed Hailee’s chest delightfully, making her almost drool on the floor. "Holy fucking shit."

"Isn’t it beautiful? And look at this belt!" Hailee smiled brightly in excitement at the aforementioned belt before gulping loudly when she met Y/N’s predatory look. She let out a gasp when Y/N slammed her back on the nearest wall and flushed their bodies together while her eyes never left her boobs, "my eyes are up here Y/N/N."

"But your boobs aren’t." Hailee’s giggle soon became a strangled wail when Y/N attached her lips on her neck before peppering kisses on the top of her showing left boob, "shit, I want to pull this off of you." Y/N growled when she got frustrated at the dress going in between her mouth and Hailee’s chest and gripped the girl’s hips hard.

"I need to finish shooting, but I can always ask Jen to let me keep it, so you can pull it off of me at home." Hailee replied out of breath in a lustful haze, Y/N’s lips kissing and nibbling her chest was proving to be a well enough distraction for her brain to properly function. "But, I have a surprise for you." Hailee wiggled her eyebrows as Y/N stared at her eagerly but soon furrowed her eyebrows together when she watched Hailee remove her belt and laying it gingerly on the table near them. "Unzip the front." When Y/N’s lascivious smirk rolled over her lips, Hailee felt her core clench around nothing as butterflies went crazy in her stomach, but got a grip on herself quickly and rolled her eyes fondly at her girlfriend, "no funny business, I still have to shoot in 2 minutes."

"Plenty of time to make you come." Y/N interjected seductively as she played with the small zip as purposefully gazing into Hailee’s eyes lustfully with her eyebrows arched up seductively.

Desire flashed over Hailee’s eyes as her arousal kept growing between her legs, but she forced herself to clear her mind from her dirty thoughts and primal needs with an hash shake of her head and looked at Y/N in reprimand, "babe, behave."

"Sorry, sorry. You were saying?"

"Pull the zipper down. It’s the first part of a two-part gift for you." Hailee explained vaguely but the mischievous glint present in her brown pools told Y/N it was trouble, the good kind of trouble of course. So with curiosity swirling around her stomach, she pushed the zipper down slowly, watching as the suit started to get loose around Hailee’s body, shivering when she noticed it run all the way down Hailee’s core but it was well hidden by the fabric of the suit. When she was down she lifted a intrigued eyebrow up as she took in her girlfriend’s extremely hot body, "open it a bit and look down."

"Oh shit." Y/N almost fainted as lust and desire hazed her mind when she saw what her girlfriend was talking about and why it was a gift for her, "are you going fucking commando for the shooting?"

"No one need to know about that, except you and me. Besides, it has a protection under there so the zipper doesn’t irritate my vagina."

"Hm." Y/N hummed absentmindedly as her hungry eyes stayed fixated on Hailee’s core, half hidden by her dress but enough to shoot arousal all over Y/N’s body as her hands itched to just slip into Hailee. Y/N was ready to do just that, when a loud knock interrupted their bubble and Y/N groaned in frustration as she laid her forehead on Hailee’s left clavicle and closed her eyes, feeling and hearing the blonde chuckle in amusement.

"Hailee, we’re ready!"

"I’ll be out in a second!" Hailee patted Y/N’s shoulder gently to make her meet her gaze before pulling her into a soft kiss, "want to be there too?"

"Yeah." Y/N pulled the zip up slowly before sighing out longingly at Hailee’s not panties-clothed core, pulling another chuckle from the singer.

"Let’s go drama queen, I still have another gift for you later."

"Can’t wait." After a few more takes Hailee got rushed out into her changing room again as Y/N stayed on set to talk with Anderson and hearing his ideas for the last scenes to shoot for the video, only for her to shut him out when Hailee came back on set wearing the skimpiest bikini top she’d ever seen and tried to behave as she ogled hungrily at her girlfriend’s chest, not noticing the blonde smirking at her proudly, before starting to shoot once again.

Y/N felt like the whole world stopped existing as she stared lustfully at her girlfriend while she moved her lips along the words of the song, forcing herself not to nibble on her bottom lip and just standing there with her hands clasped in front of her. "Earth to Y/N." Y/N snapped back to reality and discarded every dirty thought swimming around her hazed mind by shaking her head, blinking rapidly at Hailee smirking wickedly at her. "We finished shooting. We’re celebrating in a bit, let’s go! I need to change."

Y/N whined in protest at those words and Hailee laughed heartily as she pulled Y/N with her in her changing room, emitting a loud gasp when as soon as the door closed behind them Y/N slammed her on it and locked it, her eyes never leaving her chest. "Really Steinfeld? Showing me your boobs in front of so many people and forcing me to behave when all I wanted to do was to just taste these wonderful tits?"

Hailee whined as arousal immediately pooled between her thighs and shivered copiously, "surprise? I told you it was a two-part gift."

"An highly appreciated gift. Now let me unwrap it."

"No babe, we need to go celebrate. In a few hours we’ll go back to your place and I’m all yours."

"You said you needed to change. I’m helping you getting out of your bikini." Y/N countered back casually as she shrugged with a maddeningly nonchalant expression on her face while playing with the strings around Hailee’s neck.

"How helpful of you." Hailee smirked in amusement and bit back a moan when Y/N’s lips attached to her neck and started sucking on her pulse point.

"I know right? Now, can I?" Y/N asked with the best puppy dog eyes she ever mustered and smiled triumphantly when Hailee rolled her eyes and sighed in defeat, dramatically, for good measure and good-naturedly and in an instant her breasts got freed from the bikini as it fell on her stomach since the other strings where still tied around her torso. Hailee moaned in pleasure when Y/N’s mouth immediately attached itself on her left breast, leaving open mouthed kisses all over it before suckling eagerly on her perk nipple while her hands laid flat behind her back to arch the singer’s chest more into her mouth.

"Oh babe." Hailee’s hands sneaked into Y/N’s hair and gripped her scalp in pleasure, pushing her more into her when Y/N switched to her other boob and bit on her nipple hard before focusing on the underside of it to leave a big hickey there. "Baby, as much as I want you to continue this, someone will come looking for us soon." Hailee moaned when Y/N bit harshly on her left breast to leave another hickey, smiling when she realized Y/N was taking her time to mark her since she finished shooting and shivered when that thought traveled right between her legs and increased the already copious amount of arousal pooled there. They both jumped in fright when someone passing by Hailee’s door screamed in excitement as someone opened a bottle of champagne and both sighed out in frustration because they had to necessarily stop their fun activities. Hailee bracketed Y/N’s face and laid a soft peck on her lips before murmuring softly on them, "just a few hours, then I’m all yours."

"I’m counting on it Steinfeld."

[writingdumpster]

his secret

pairing: Joaquin Torres x reader

warnings: 14+ implied sex (very mild)

word count: 1,500

summary: Joaquin has always wanted to keep you separate from his avenging, but when Sam and Bucky pay him an unexpected visit he can’t anymore.

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Joaquin loved you more than he’d ever loved anyone in his life. That meant he had to protect you, above all else. His way of doing that was to keep you entirely hidden from the most dangerous part of his life. You had met his family, his childhood friends and Air Force buddies, but he refused to introduce you to Sam or Bucky. They didn’t know about you at all, and Joaquin didn’t want that to change. It wasn’t that he didn’t like or trust them, he just felt that the further you got into that part of his life, the more danger you would be in, so he kept you out of it entirely. You didn’t mind. You were curious about his avenging, but he didn’t keep secrets from you. He just kept you as his secret.

You woke up one morning in Joaquin’s bed, snuggled into his chest. Sunlight was sneaking through the blinds and making his brown skin look bronze. His chin rested atop your head as you held each other tightly and tangled your legs together. You barely moved when you woke, but Joaquin knew at once.

“Good morning, mi amor,” Joaquin’s voice called out, low and gravelly as he shook off the tiredness. You smiled against his chest.

“How’d you know I was awake?“ You asked as you yawned.

“I don’t know,” Joaquin replied thoughtfully. “I can just tell.” He felt your lips spread into a smile against his chest.

“Do you have to go to work?” You asked. It was the weekend, but Joaquin didn’t exactly run on a five day week.

“No, just you and me today,” he assured you. You snuggled closer into his chest and hummed in contentment. The two of you stayed like that for a while, both of you feeling warm and safe in each other’s arms. The thing that interrupted you was the rumbling of your stomach. Joaquin chuckled when he heard it.

“You a little hungry, mi amor?” He asked with a grin.

“Yeah, but I’m nice and cozy here,” you said. Joaquin kissed the top of your head.

“I’ll go make you breakfast,” he said. He loved to cook for you. It was one of his ways of showing he loved you. You whined when he started to pull away from you.

“Don’t leave,” you said, keeping your arms closed around him. Joaquin chuckled.

“We can come right back here when we’re done with breakfast,” he offered. You sighed.

“Fine. I want to take a shower anyway,” you said. Joaquin rose from the bed, pecking your forehead as he left and headed for the kitchen while you got in the shower.

Joaquin had just finished making breakfast when there was a knock on his door. He opened it to find Bucky and Sam standing there and was immediately filled with panic. You were still in the shower but you could come out at any moment. He didn’t want them knowing about you. Not yet. Not now.

“What are you guys doing here?” He asked. They pushed past him and into his house.

“We need to head out as soon as possible. Got a tip on a possible super soldier sighting,” Sam explained.

“Okay, I’ll pack and meet you guys at the compound,” Joaquin said, doing his best to get them to leave without it seeming like he was hiding something from them. He went to stand in front of the hallway to his bedroom as if keeping his body there would somehow keep you separate from this part of his life.

“Sighting was in New Jersey, we’ve got a car downstairs for all of us,” Sam replied.

“Great, I’ll be down in a minute, you guys go wait for me,” Joaquin tried again. Meanwhile Bucky was quietly taking in Joaquin’s apartment. Bucky had noticed the two plates of food sitting on the counter.

“Who’s the other plate for?” Bucky asked. Joaquin’s mouth shut tightly as he struggled to think of an excuse. Sam grinned when he saw the lack of response. Sam and Bucky were aware that Joaquin tried to separate them from his personal life, and catching him with a girl was something they were both amused by.

“My sister,” Joaquin lied. “She’s coming over for breakfast.”

“You don’t have a sister,” Sam replied.

“How do you know that?“ Joaquin questioned, trying to change the subject.

“I’ve seen your file,” Sam replied. The conversation continued to grow louder and more chaotic as the three men argued about the true purpose of the second plate. You heard the commotion as you stepped out of the shower. You pulled on a pair of Joaquin’s boxers and one of his shirts and then headed out into the kitchen. The boys were all in the midst of arguing over each other when you appeared.

“Baby, what’s all the nois—” You stopped when your eyes landed on Sam and Bucky. Joaquin looked back at you with fear in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” you said at once. You knew how much Joaquin didn’t want you brought into this part of his life.

“‘Baby?’” Bucky repeated in question. “Have you been hiding a girlfriend from us?” The room was quiet as Joaquin tried to figure out what to do. You walked forward slowly to stand behind Joaquin as he faced his bosses. You wrapped an arm around him to rest on his stomach, your other hand gently tracing a careful line up and down his spine with your fingertips. You kissed his shoulder blade, trying to soothe the anxiety you knew he was feeling.

“Maybe it’s time,” you said quietly. Joaquin nodded.

“Seems like it,” he murmured back to you. His hand found its way to the one resting on his stomach and he curled his fingers around yours, tugging you forwards so you stood next to him. “This is y/n,” Joaquin said to Sam and Bucky. “She’s my girlfriend.” Sam smiled. Though it was amusing to him that Joaquin had put so much effort into hiding you from them, it still pleased Sam that Joaquin had someone, especially someone he wanted to protect so carefully.

“It’s nice to meet you, y/n. I would love to say that we’ve heard about you, but it seems Torres wants to hide his pretty girlfriend from us,” Sam said.

“Don’t flirt with her,” Joaquin snapped. You giggled. You released Joaquin’s hand to extend it to Bucky and then Sam.

“It’s nice to meet you guys too. I have heard about you before,” you said with a smile.

“Yeah? What does Torres say about us?” Sam asked.

“That you’re good people and he’s proud to work with you,” you said. Sam smiled. Bucky’s expression remained stoic.

“We have to get going,” Bucky said, breaking up the moment. Joaquin nodded.

“I’ll go get dressed,” he said, kissing the crown of your head as he turned towards his bedroom. You stood in Joaquin’s kitchen while two Avengers stared back at you.

“Do you guys want some coffee?” You asked, trying to fill the awkward silence.

“That’s alright, ma’am,” Bucky replied.

“Call me y/n, please,” you said.

“How long have you and Torres been together?” Sam asked.

“Eight months,” you answered.

“I can’t believe he didn’t tell us about you for that long,” Sam said.

“He wanted to protect me,” you told him. “And I expect you to protect him,” you added. Bucky smirked at your aggressive nature. Sam smiled as well. He remembered the way his sister had threatened his wingman into keeping him safe the first time she met the man.

“We will, don’t worry,” Sam replied. Joaquin appeared from his bedroom decked out in the suit the Wakandans had made for him. Bucky and Sam looked away as Joaquin leaned down over you and kissed you lovingly, cupping your face in his hand.

“I’ll be back for dinner tomorrow. Promise,” he said. You gave him a cheeky smile.

“If you aren’t, you won’t get your ‘welcome home’ present,” you teased. Joaquin blushed and his eyes flitted to Sam and Bucky.

“I think I’ll be able to persuade you if I’m late, mi amor,” Joaquin replied with a smirk.

“Torres, we don’t have time for you to seduce your girlfriend, we have to go,” Bucky interjected.

“I’m not seducing her!” Joaquin snapped.

“Well, whatever you’re doing, we don’t want to see anymore of it,” Bucky replied. Joaquin rolled his eyes as Bucky and Sam headed for the door.

Joaquin looked back at you and gave you another quick kiss before backing towards the door.

“Be safe,” you called to him. “I love you.” Joaquin smiled, refusing to take his eyes off you.

“I love you too, mi amor,” he replied before shutting the door behind him.

“So, when were you gonna tell us about your hot girlfriend?” Bucky asked. Joaquin frowned at Bucky’s words.

“I was gonna wait till your funeral, which might be sooner if either of you ever flirt with her again.”

[rowdyhughesy]

Purpose of life - JH86

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jackhughes: I always thought being a hockey player was the purpose of my life. Then Lake was born and I realised the meaning for everything was to be Lakes dad. Everyday I’m grateful I get to be this little dudes dad. I love you Lake❤️

trevorzegras: I’m not crying? You’re crying!

→ brendan.brisson: we’re all crying Z it’s good

elblue6: I love you! You’re such a good dad Jack, I’m proud of you 😘 give Y/N and Lake kisses from me

→ jackhughes: Love ya mama❤️

yn.hughes: I couldn’t have asked for a better husband and daddy to our kids

colecaufield: baby #2 soon?👀

→ yn.hughes: I pushed the first one out of my body 3 months ago give me a rest

_quinnhughes: Proud of ya Rowdy

nicohischier: I’m missing my little buddy bring him over right now

→ yn.hughes: we’re coming over in 10 captain🫡

lhughes_06: I can’t wait for baby snuggles

→ dylanduke25: I can’t believe you just used the word snuggles

→ edwards.73: make that 2

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tagged: jackhughes

yn.hughes: It’s crazy that just 3 months ago you were inside my belly and now you’re here with me and daddy🤍 and you’re a mini version of Jack

jackhughes: My little dude❤️

njdevils: Future hockey star!

yourbestfriend: The best little godson there ever was

→ yn.hughes: says the best godmother

colecaufield: I take it he likes my present

→ jackhughes: he’s 3 months old he doesn’t care Coley

→ colecaufield: I care :(

dawson1417: little stinky butt 😙

nicohischier: I can’t wait for the day he scores goals on jackyboy

→ lhughes_06: me neither, he’ll cry

elblue6: Happy 3 months Lake❤️😘

trevorzegras: They grow up so fast😟

→ yn.hughes: you’re telling me🥲

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tagged: jackhughes, yn.hughes

lhughes_06: baby snuggles acquired💯

dylanduke25: thank god, it’s all you’ve been talking about for weeks

umichhockey: 😍

_quinnhughes: I can’t believe you use the word snuggles

yn.hughes: look at my baby😭

→ jackhughes: our* baby

→ nicohischier: the whole teams baby at this point

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