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iamthatonefangirl · 2 days ago

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distant - nsfw beefy bucky

this one feels kind of different than my normal fics, but I like the concept too much to kill it.

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Bucky Barnes was nothing if not a threat.

okay, no, he wasn't a threat, yet for some reason your body responded to him as though he was.

the first time you met him, you thought it was a gut instinct telling you to be wary, that you couldn't trust him.

you knew his story. you didn't think it inherently gave you any reason to distrust him; you truly believed that everyone was more than their past.

at least, you hoped that was true, if only for your own sake.

when you met him, the fluttering in your stomach and the needling sensation in the palms of your hands set off alarm bells in your head. historically, that kind of reaction had always been an indication that there was something wrong; something to be cautious of, something to protect yourself from.

you kept your composure, making sure to stay calm and not let on that your body was screaming at you something's wrong here.

there wasn’t much you could do given that you were now going to be teammates. you elected to simply keep your distance from him as best you could.

~~~

given how huge the tower was, you assumed that you would be safe from having to interact with Bucky Barnes. he didn't live on your floor, and there were quite a few gyms and a million kitchens in the building. you'd only have to work with him in the field, and when that happened, you would be at your best and would be prepared to protect yourself.

there was no logical reason that you'd have to protect yourself from him, but that ache in your chest, that pit in your throat... all the signs pointed to be cautious. that’s what you thought they meant, at least.

regardless, you figured that you would be safe from him in the tower, so you wouldn't have to be on guard all the time. there was no way you'd see him.

apparently, you were dead fucking wrong.

his room must have been somewhere above yours, because every time you made to get in the elevator, he was always already in it.

when the doors opened, he'd look up as though startled by the fact that the elevator had stopped. he'd see you standing there and would flash you that soft smile of his. it was small and muted on his, honestly, quite attractive face.

he looked like a kicked puppy with his tail between his legs, trying to put on a brave face.

being trapped in the confined space with him only worsened the anxious feelings that came with being near him. you tensed your shoulders, stood up straight, and refused to turn your back to him.

you told yourself he wasn't a threat.

but you'd learned the hard way to always trust your gut, because what else could your body possibly be telling you this way?

you quit riding the elevator in favor of taking the 15 flights of stairs.

~~~

these people were quite a social bunch, you found.

you learned that it was commonplace to use only the kitchen on the fourth floor, and the gym and training areas on the seventh. and, being the newbie, you couldn't afford to lose too much face time around these people. you would be pleasant, be social, and you'd get in and out of the common spaces as quickly as possible without throwing up any red flags.

you hoped no one noticed the way you would quietly excuse yourself whenever Bucky Barnes entered the room.

it was easy to excuse yourself from just about anywhere, except the gym. it's harder to just up and leave in the middle of a workout.

so you tried to keep it together, focusing on your music and keeping your eyes ahead of you as you ran on the treadmill. you could sense whenever he came into the gym, that sixth sense you'd developed to alert you when enemies were near.

he's not your fucking enemy, you tried to reason with yourself.

then why did your brain think he was? what was your subconscious mind trying to tell you, exactly?

in the moments you managed to get a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye, you noticed how he always seemed lost. that sad puppy dog demeanor of his never seemed to fade.

you refused to let yourself look at the hefty weights he would pick up. you're sure a single one was as heavy as a car, given his super strength and those huge muscles...

you felt another pang in your stomach at the thought. you attributed it to the fact that if you were to have to protect yourself, your own strength was no match for his.

one day, you'd been trying to beat your PR on the bench press when suddenly, your sixth sense went off. he was nearby. fuck.

you tried to ignore him and focused on finishing your set, but out of your peripheral vision, you saw him walk past you. you faltered, your arms shaking, and you struggled to push the bar back up.

shit, shit, shit, rang through your head.

and then, a hand made of metal entered your vision from above, and lifted the bar enough to set it back on the rack.

wow. he’s really fucking strong. that’s kind of…

you quickly sat up, pulling an earbud out of your ear to face him.

"uh, thank you," you stuttered out, looking him up and down cautiously. you'd never really spent any time talking to him except for when you first met him, and even then, you were too nerve-wracked to have a proper conversation with him.

"no worries," he responded. "do you need a spot?"

"oh, no," you laughed, standing from the bench. "I'm done."

you quickly grabbed your phone and water and began to bolt. "thanks again," you called out to him awkwardly as you walked out the door.

this was becoming a problem.

~~~

the next time you were preparing for a mission, Steve had brought you the file about a week ahead of time. "you and Bucky will be going solo on this one, sound good?" he asked you.

you didn't hesitate. "yes, sounds good!" you said cheerily.

you and Bucky Barnes had worked together before, but it had never been just the two of you. but you weren't about to tell Steve you didn't want to work with him; you couldn't have Steve thinking anything was wrong. you were still new and had to work to prove yourself as a capable member of this team.

you spent the rest of the week hyping yourself up, telling yourself it would be fine. you just... wouldn't be able to sleep while you were there. you'd have to stay up to stay on guard at all times.

you'd be fine.

except, day of, you were sitting in the Quinjet waiting for Bucky Barnes to board so you could head out.

it wasn't him.

~~~

after he'd spoken to you, Steve had approached Bucky about the mission, handing him the file detailing the objectives and informing him that it was you he'd be working with.

"I don't know if that's such a good idea, Steve," Bucky told him. "I don't think she likes me very much."

"she seemed fine, enthusiastic even, when I told her you'd be working together," Steve assured him. "she likes you just fine, Buck."

"just... I think it would be better if someone else went instead of me."

Steve considered pressing the issue, but chose not to. he knew Bucky wasn't quite back to himself, if he would ever be after the trauma he'd endured, and so he couldn't force him.

as Bucky watched Steve board the Quinjet in his place a week later, he wondered what he did to make you hate him so much.

probably nothing. he was an easy person to dislike.

it was difficult enough to stomach the fact that you didn’t like him the way he liked you.

the fact that you didn’t even like him as a friend…

the thought only made his heart sink deeper.

~~~

Steve didn't bring up the change beyond telling you that Bucky had dropped out for personal reasons. part of you was relieved to not have to deal with that miserable, gut-wrenching feeling all weekend.

the other part of you was concerned. had you offended him?

of course you had. he wasn't stupid. he probably knew that you were social with everyone except him, and he probably took it personally.

was that why he always looked so sad? because of you?

the night you got back from your mission, you sat with Natasha in one of the common rooms to debrief. it had been a fairly quick job with few hiccups, and you were grateful for the opportunity to work with the one and only Captain America.

you still couldn't help but question why Bucky Barnes hadn't come.

you changed the subject slowly. "thank you again for bringing me in, after... after Dreykov went down." you began. "I never thought I could actually do anything meaningful, especially not accompany someone like Captain America on a mission like this."

you didn't really hear what she said next. you were too focused on the question that had been swirling in your head all weekend.

"he had told me that Barnes was supposed to go with me this weekend," you prompted her, wondering if she knew anything. she was so closely involved in the planning, and such a good friend of Steve, surely he would keep her in the loop.

"he actually didn't tell me why. I figured he just wanted to oversee how you operated in the field," is what she told you.

yeah. yeah, that made sense.

"hopefully I impressed him," you laugh.

she gives you a look. "you did, don't worry."

oh, good. you were finally proving yourself.

and yet, you still couldn't think about that. you wanted to know what the deal was with Bucky Barnes.

~~~

you decide to quit going out of your way to avoid him. if you're finally being accepted into this team, you can't afford to give Steve any reason to not trust or like you.

more than that, you feel bad for potentially being the reason he dropped out last weekend.

you can still keep up your walls without being off-putting, you think.

the next time you see him in the elevator a few days later, he gives you the same sad, broken smile.

you force yourself to speak. "missed you this weekend," you drop casually, even though your heart is pounding.

his head snaps up to look at you, completely taken aback by the fact that you're actually speaking to him. he looks at you for a second, utterly shocked, before he finally finds the words.

"yeah, I had some stuff going on."

you know that's a fib. he doesn't really have much going on for himself, you don't think. you just nod your head and let it go.

when he gets out on a floor above your destination, you tell him, "see you later."

he turns and gives you that smile, a little more hopeful looking this time, along with a small wave of his flesh hand.

it's cute, you think.

what?

~~~

the next time he walks into the gym, you feel all the classic signs bubbling up in your body, telling you: run. fight. hide. anything.

you know better by now. he may have been a murderer once upon a time, but this version of him wouldn't hurt a fly without a complex reason why.

you tell yourself to speak to him. maybe that'll force your body to recalibrate, to settle itself whenever you're around him.

you hop off the treadmill and step up to where he's filling his water.

"spot me?"

his eyes look wide, clearly still surprised when you speak to him. "yes, absolutely."

his excitement is beyond your understanding, but god, it makes you smile.

wait.

your heart drops to your stomach.

no.

your heart pounds faster as you walk over to the bench and adjust your weights before laying back.

oh my god.

you see him standing over you, hands out in front of him near the bar.

I can't breathe.

you pick up the bar and begin your set, trying to tell yourself this is insane.

you're lucky you asked for a spot when your arms falter the second you realize,

I like him.

~~~

"woah, you okay?" he laughs when he grabs the bar before it can fall on you, dropping it back on the rack.

"yeah, fuck, sorry," you say, sitting up and getting to your feet.

you'd always heard that having a crush on someone was kind of like this: miserable, anxiety-inducing, and nothing short of terrifying.

you wouldn't know. when would you, of all people, have the chance to get into a relationship with someone? when would you have the chance to spend more time with a guy than just your one-nighters?

you knew lust. you could place it, knew what it felt like.

but love...

no. no! you don't even know him, what the hell?

"I'm fine," you say, stumbling over your own feet as you stand, and he jumps to catch you before you fall.

"sit back down, you're clearly not okay," he says, and he finally doesn't sound like a sad puppy. he sounds normal.

he sits you down and hands you his water.

"you don't have to sit here," you try to tell him after a few minutes of silence.

he just shrugs. "not worried about it."

the nerves begin to settle. the sheer panic of talking to him hasn't gone away, but the feeling is different, morphing into something tolerable. you want to run away more than anything, but at the same time, you don't.

you actually want to sit and talk to him.

and, shit, you owe him an explanation, you think.

"I probably didn't eat enough today. thank you for helping me," you say to him.

"happy to," he smiles at you.

no more sad puppy dog look.

you don't ever want to see the sad puppy dog look on his face ever again, only this.

~~~

it's no longer petrifying, just annoying, you think. that sixth sense feeling that arises whenever he's near no longer holds any meaning to you. it's not like you're going to do anything about it, and it's not like he would ever see you in the same light.

so you'd really like it if all went away, especially given how much more often you think about him now.

you smile back at him when he sees you in the elevator.

does he think my smile is ugly?

you don't walk out of the kitchen the minute he appears.

did he notice me when he came in?

he continues to spot you when you're in the gym.

do I look fat in these clothes?

this is stupid. you're a trained assassin, same as him, with a history of kills that an army would be jealous of. you're stronger than this, above these stupid feelings of caring what the hell a man thinks of you.

you don't fucking need this.

but you can't go back to the way things were before. you can't stand to see that terribly sad look on his face.

his gorgeous face.

you're better than this, more powerful than the feelings and thoughts that accompany his presence. you just need to train yourself to stop feeling like this.

mind over matter, right?

~~~

he doesn't exactly know why you suddenly decided to start talking to him. he's still operating under the assumption that you hate him with every fiber of your being.

even so, he soaks up every moment you have together. from the moment he met you, he was intrigued. such a strong woman with a past somewhat similar to his, and yet you were still so sweet to everyone around you. he hadn't been attracted to a woman in over seventy years, and even now, he didn't think that it was a good idea for him to be interested in anyone.

but you had seemed to make the decision for him, avoiding him like the plague. so he didn't ask you out like he wanted to.

worse yet, he heard the way your heart pounded whenever you were around him. he could feel the way every muscle in your body tensed up and knew your blood was rushing too fast through your veins.

it had to be because you hated him, or you were afraid of him.

he would rather it be that you hated him, but...

it was probably a mixture of both.

even now, your bodily reactions never changed, still pointing to the fact that you most likely did hate him and were still scared of him. and yet, you were going out of your way to speak to him.

he couldn't understand it. but every word you spoke to him made him feel infinitesimally better, like he even stood a chance, maybe.

hopefully.

~~~

by some miracle, your routines were already so in sync, that you began to end up in the same spaces, at the same times, all the time.

you drank coffee together. you went to the gym together.

and...

you began to stare at him. staring at his face when he was talking to someone else in the common area. staring at the rest of him in the gym when he wasn't looking.

and right now, you're really staring. you shouldn't be, but you're still doing it.

he is built like a god. not only that, but his muscles are real, not just for show.

what happens when he lifts heavier weights? do they make the metal arm bigger to match his real arm?

you ignore the way you suddenly feel warm between your legs as you watch him.

~~~

it takes him a minute to process the change in the air.

he turns to face you, and he catches you suddenly tearing your gaze away as though you've been caught staring.

you have been caught staring, he realizes.

and then-

he realizes what's different. he can smell it.

you're wet.

it's his turn to drop the weights this time, dumbbells accidentally slipping out of his fingers and falling onto the floor.

shit.

"are you okay?" you call out to him from across the room, standing on the sides of the treadmill to turn your attention towards him.

he's an idiot, he thinks.

but suddenly, it all makes sense. the way he thought you hated him, were afraid of him, because of how you reacted whenever he came near, it wasn't that. it was the exact opposite.

you liked him.

"yeah, fine," he tells you as he picks up the weights.

a plan begins to formulate in his head.

~~~

the next morning, Bucky walks into the kitchen while you're making coffee.

he knows the truth now, and he intends to pull it from you.

"morning," he says as he grabs his own mug from the cabinet, setting it on the counter next to the coffee maker. he steps away, and you turn to face him and begin to speak up while the coffee brews.

"so-" you freeze.

he deliberately makes a big show of stretching out, flexing his arms in the process. his henley shirt rides up a bit as he does, revealing a sliver of his tummy in the process, and you can see...

dear god, I can see his V-line.

"what's that?" he asks you, sarcastic. you don't even catch the mocking tone in his voice.

"what?" you question, drawing your eyes back to his face. every thought in your head disappeared the second you saw that.

"you started to say something," he says to you, hiding a smirk.

"oh, nothing," you say, quickly pouring your coffee. "see you at the gym later!" you call out to him as you run away quickly.

in your haste, you failed to add cream and sugar to your coffee. goddamnit.

~~~

for the next few days, you notice the way he wears a fitted wife-beater instead of his usual baggy t-shirt in the gym.

you really wanted to flat-out ignore the feelings you were harboring for him, but at this point, you're just doing everything in your power to not jump him whenever you see him.

strange how quickly your brain turned on you, you think, from being weary to being horny.

he's begun to show up every morning to make coffee alongside you at your usual time. you think he's just being friendly, opening up to you now that you've quit acting like such a bitch toward him. you're glad he finally sees you as an acquaintance, maybe even a friend.

you're going to ruin it all, aren't you?

but by god, he is not fucking helping.

~~~

the minute he peels off his shirt in the middle of the gym is a deliberate, calculated decision.

there's never anyone else there at your regularly scheduled gym time, lucky for him. also lucky for him, you have a tendency to stare.

he waits for the perfect moment to torment you, making sure to work up a sweat first.

and then, the second you step off the treadmill and turn to him-

he reaches for the hem of his tank, and you about choke as you watch him peel the fabric away from his beautiful body.

he can almost hear your thighs clench. go time.

after the treadmill is time for him to spot you. that's how it always goes.

"you ready?" he asks, tossing his shirt over his shoulder and pretending to ignore the way you gawk at him.

you just gulp and force yourself to nod, laying down on the bench and lifting the bar.

you manage a few reps before you hear him say,

"you know I know, right?"

you falter, but by pure luck, you keep your composure.

"what are you talking about?" you feign.

"I know everything. I can smell you."

at that point, he does have to save you from the bar falling on your face.

"what the fuck, Bucky?" you ask. "what the hell does that mean?"

he smirks and watch as you sit yourself up on the bench.

"it means I know how wet you get whenever we're in the gym together, when you think I don't notice you staring."

you're going to throw yourself off a bridge.

you sit up and begin to blubber. "I'm really, sorry, Bucky. I never meant for you to, like, find out," you say.

your mouth has gone dry, and your heart is in your stomach. you'd finally made an actual friend, no matter how much of a hard time you had with it at first, and he knew the whole time?

was he just screwing with you? was this all some sick joke?

"I was going to ask you out, you know," he admits. "but you wouldn't talk to me."

he... what?

"I'm sorry," you say, unsure where this is going. you've never been in this situation. what are you supposed to say?

“but now, you’ve decided you want to talk to me, so that begs the question… do you want me to? what would you say if I did, baby?”

your breath hitches.

you watch him step around the machine and fall to his fucking knees in front of you. bold for a man who used to walk with his tail between his legs.

“hmm, sweetheart?” he coos, and you’re done for.

“I’d say yes, Bucky,” you whisper to him, your eyes going glassy as you look at him in front of you. is this a hallucination?

his resulting bright smile turns into a smirk right before your eyes as though he’s just remembered he’s at your feet.

"you want me to help? I mean, I am the reason you've made a mess of yourself," he whispers, and fuck, you might come on the spot. it takes you longer than it should to accept the fact that this might actually be happening, that behind that shy exterior was a man capable of making every thought in your brain melt away.

"yes, Bucky, please," you say, tangling your hands in his hair immediately, finally looking him in the eyes. they're beautiful, sky blue irises piercing your gaze as though staring right into your soul.

"yeah? you been thinking about this?" he whispers as he reaches for your gym shorts, pulling them past your hips and letting them pool at your feet. his hands come to your lower back, pulling you to sit on the edge of the bench as he leans in for better access.

"I, I didn't..." you trail off, too busy watching him, considering what he told you about asking you out.

"you didn't what?" he asks, leaning to press the lower half of his face against the fabric of your underwear, soaked through already. he stares up at you, patiently waiting for your response.

"I didn't think this would happen," you admit, trying to refrain from yanking his face closer to you. "never meant for you to find out," you repeat.

"I'm glad I did," he whispers, his breath ghosting over you.

and by god, you're not ready for it when he licks his tongue up your slit, over the wet spot on your panties. you let out a horribly loud moan into the silence of the room, and try to cover your mouth with one hand.

"is it that good?" he taunts. "not even touching your skin, baby," he continues, pressing his tongue even deeper into your cunt, still covered by the thin fabric.

this other side of him, this unhinged side of him, is making you more needy and desperate than you've ever felt before.

the words fall out of your mouth before you can filter yourself, laughing, "I didn't think you had this in you," you admit.

"yeah, baby?" he says, pressing his thumb against your clit and delicately rubbing the fabric to build the friction against you.

"you were so shy," you whisper back, trying to keep control of your breathing.

"not anymore," he hisses, and then he plants his mouth on you for real this time. it's torturous the way he eats you over your panties, still able to feel the pressure and heat through the fabric, but it's not enough.

"Bucky, please, stop teasing me," you beg of him, desperate for him to give you more, something real.

"but you're whining so pretty like this, baby..." he mocks, nuzzling his nose over your clit. "like seeing you all needy, like this. don't you love it?" he taunts.

"yeah," you whimper shamelessly all while trying to yank his mouth back to press against you.

"yeah. you like letting me control your pleasure like this, don't you, babygirl?" he asks.

that’s it. you can't wait a second longer.

"fuck me, Bucky, now," you cry out into the room, trying to bring your hands to his shoulders to yank him off the floor. he's equally as impatient as you are, taking the lead as he surges up to press his lips to yours.

you finally feel like your mind is clear for the first time in forever when you feel his mouth press against yours. you savor it for a moment, just enough to realize that he likes you, too.

and then you're dragging him to the floor with you, laying on the hard surface and spreading your legs to fit him between them, exactly where he belongs.

"now, now," you beg. he's so close to you, and he feels better against you than you ever could have imagined. you let yourself go, sinking your teeth into the muscle of his neck, hopefully deep enough to leave a mark.

"fuck, I can't say no to you, pretty girl," he responds, hastily shoving his own shorts out of the way before ripping your soaked underwear to finally feel your soft skin against him.

just like the rest of his muscular body, his dick is prettier than any you've ever seen. this is going to hurt, you realize.

it'll be the best you've ever felt in your life.

"I promise, baby, I'll take you to dinner. take you to a show, I'll treat you to anything you want, just need to feel you so bad right now," you hear him say next to your ear.

"please, Bucky," you whine. you watch him get into position...

and then you feel it: the blinding feeling of him stretching you out on the rough floor of a communal gym.

he goes slow, slower than you could've anticipated, giving you time to relax around him before pressing another inch in.

"taking my cock so good, baby," he coos. "feel that? feel me inside you?" he asks as he presses his metal hand to your lower abdomen.

you can't even form a coherent word, a vile noise escaping from your throat in acknowledgement. it's so good.

"it's never felt this good before," you admit to him. "never actually cared about the guy on top of me."

he hears the attempt at humor in your voice, the way you're trying to mask the vulnerability you're feeling.

"want to be the only one who ever gets to be on top of you like this, baby," he whispers to you as he begins to pull back, slowly fucking back into you with his hand still pushing against your stomach. "you like the sound of that?"

"yeah, yes, Bucky. only you. I'm yours," you admit to him.

the last thought in your head is how all your body's warning signs are finally gone before he begins railing you into oblivion.

~~~

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HIII omg i love your writings!! got this idea while i was in the bathroom blasting alchemy by taylor swift and you were the first writer i thought of that i know would slay this! Reader is a known singer but she doesnt really write love songs which charles is completely fine about. His friends ask and tease him about it and he brushes it off then one night on one of her tours she sings alchemy for the first time while charles is watching from the crowd. His whole world stops and maybe even tears up then he just goes on for days bragging about it. HUMOUR AND FLUFFF WHATEVER U WANT THANK YOU SO MUCH

WHERES THE TROPHY?

Charles Leclerc x Singer! Reader | fluff

SULI: hiii omg you have no idea how much it means remembering me first🥹 thank you soooo much!!!!! — very cool because I actually do have a singer!readers series coming up but none of the love interests is Charles sadly— but I really love singer au's and this was so much fun to write! Thank you so much for requesting, love you, hope you enjoy🫶

I'm absolutely obsessed with this song — stream "The alchemy" now!!!

Warnings: none, short and sweet, Twitter post at the end

Charles liked to think he had you figured out.

At least, the version of you the world didn’t get to see — the quiet one, the tired one after long studio nights, the version that wore his hoodie to bed and snuck kisses onto his shoulder when you thought he was sleeping.

He liked being the silent inspiration, the person behind the curtain. You were his in private — that was more than enough.

"She doesn't write love songs."

That was the line Charles Leclerc had come to know and love. He’d heard it in interviews, read it in headlines, and smiled through every late-night talk show where someone inevitably asked, “So, do you really not write about him?”

The camera would zoom in, the crowd would laugh, and you’d flash that sly little grin. “Don't worry, if I wrote a love song,” you always said, “you’d know it.”

Charles didn’t mind. In fact, he was fine with it.

You were his.

Even if the rest of the world liked to think you belonged to them.

The fans, the cameras, the interviews — they all wanted pieces. But Charles had long made peace with being the part no one else got to hear in the songs.

Because you didn’t write love songs.

Everyone said so.

You said so.

And Charles believed it. Until the night you didn’t.

...

back, first year of dating

“You still haven’t written a song about me,” Charles teased from the couch, bare feet on the floor, one arm lazily slung around your waist. His eyes were half-lidded, lips curled into that soft smile he only gave you when the world was quiet.

You rolled your eyes, brushing your fingers through his curls. “You say that like you’re not already in every other one.”

“Yes, but I want the main character treatment,” he said, dramatically pressing a hand to his chest. “The standing ovation. The bridge that emotionally ruins people.”

You just laughed, kissed his cheek, and said, “Maybe when you win Monaco.”

He groaned. “Cruel woman.”

...

He hadn't told you he was coming.

You were in the middle of a sold-out run through Europe, and Charles was drowning in simulator sessions and car debriefs. But when he saw the gap in his schedule, he booked the ticket quietly, packed light, and told his engineers he was leaving for “something more important than tyre degradation.”

Barcelona was a quick flight from Monaco. Your show there had been sold out for months, and he knew better than to try and sneak in through backstage. So he did what no one expected:

He lined up like everyone else.

He didn’t tell you. You were always happiest on stage, and he wanted to be just another face in the crowd that night. Just a quiet, anonymous dot in a sea of lights and sweat and noise.

Hood up, cap low, a simple black tee that did nothing to hide how gorgeous he was. He bought a pit wristband from resale (triple the price, but whatever), pushed into the crowd, and waited.

His heart beat harder the closer it got to showtime.

He didn’t know why. He’d seen you perform dozens of times. Hell, he’d watched you rehearse in sweats with a tea bag hanging out of your mouth. He lived with you.

But something about tonight buzzed different.

The lights dimmed.

The crowd erupted.

And then you appeared.

...

You always had a certain way of standing still — calm, rooted, like you didn’t need fireworks to be the most magnetic person in the room. Charles felt the shift the second you stepped up to the mic.

“This one’s new,” you said softly.

The crowd stilled.

“I wasn’t planning to play it live yet, but…”

You paused, and smiled.

“He’s here tonight.”

The girls around Charles screamed.

He went still.

No.

You’re not—

The opening chords were simple, soft. A rhythmic pulse like a heartbeat.

"Shirts off, and your friends lift you up over their heads, Champagne sticking to the floor"

The lyrics felt so close, so personal, Charles swore you were staring right at him, even though you couldn’t see him through the crowd.

"Cheers chanted, cause they said, There was no chance, trying to be The greatest in the league"

And then.

Then.

“Where’s the trophy? He just comes running over to me.”

Charles’s knees nearly buckled.

The lyric struck him like a punch to the gut.

He didn’t even breathe for a second — chest tight, hands shaking, mouth parted in stunned silence.

You remembered.

Monaco.

That day.

The crowd, the flags, the win — his first home win. The one he had chased like a ghost for years.

He remembered the noise, the champagne, the cameras flashing. But more than anything, he remembered you, standing behind the barrier, tucked to the side — quiet and glowing and waiting.

He hadn’t even thought.

He just ran.

Straight to you. Through the crowd. Past everyone. Helmet barely off.

You caught him in your arms like you’d been waiting there your whole life.

“Where’s the trophy?” the reporter had asked him after.

And he’d smiled before glancing over at you.

...

By the time you hit the final chorus, Charles had completely given up pretending he was okay.

His eyes were glassy. His cheeks were damp.

A teenage girl next to him elbowed her friend and whispered, “That guy is, like, sobbing.”

He didn’t even notice.

When you sang the last line and let the guitar fall quiet, Charles couldn’t move.

The stadium exploded in sound.

You bowed.

The lights went out.

And he just stood there — one hand pressed over his heart, whispering the lyric under his breath like a prayer.

...

Backstage, everything felt like static.

You were mid-change when a tech knocked on the greenroom door.

“Uh… sorry, there’s a guy trying to come back here. He says he’s your boyfriend? Hoodie, cap, extremely beautiful—kind of panicked?”

You laughed, heart already racing.

“Let him in.”

Charles barrelled into the room like a man possessed.

“You—” he said, voice raw.

You turned, makeup still smudged, hair frizzing from sweat, and barely had time to open your arms before he was there — pulling you into him like he hadn’t seen you in years.

“Monaco?” he whispered.

You nodded against his chest.

He pulled back just slightly, hands cupping your face, eyes red-rimmed and earnest. “You remembered.”

“Of course I did.”

“You wrote about it.”

A breathless laugh. “You wrote about me.”

You shrugged playfully, nose brushing his. “Guess you’re the main character now.”

His grin cracked wide and helpless, and then he kissed you. Soft, slow, deep — the kind of kiss that says thank you and I love you and I’m never letting this go.

“You’re screwed now,” he whispered, grinning against your mouth.

“Why?”

“Because I’m going to brag about this forever.”

...

And he did.

The next morning:

And for the rest of the season, no matter how many podiums he earned, Charles had one answer to every post-race interview:

“Where’s the trophy, Charles?”

“She’s probably watching from home.”

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sharieb · 2 days ago

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The Ones Who Fade pt 2

Genre: Angst (not proofread)

Pairing: LADs x MC (Still a non-Mc fanfic, but this chapter is in MC's pov for the plot)

Writer's notes: Hey everyone! Welcome to the second half of this chapter of this series. This part will focus on Sylus and Caleb's behaviour through MC's POV. As before, I tried my best to keep the boys' personalities as authentic as possible, while also displaying the turmoil that simmers within them throughout their day, so I hope you all enjoy part 2. taglist: @plzdonutpercieveme

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RECAP The rain hadn't let up all morning, clinging to MC like the weight of everything unspoken. At the Hunters Association, things were quieter than usual—too quiet. The atmosphere felt wrong, and the shadows seemed to linger a little too long. People had been whispering that one of the boys wasn't himself lately, and now MC was seeing it with her own eyes.

Xavier, normally calm and precise, looked hollowed out, worn thin by too many sleepless nights and thoughts he refused to share. He pushed through his tasks mechanically, brushing off concern with tired excuses. Even during a mission, his sharpness dulled and movements lagged—proof something deeper was brewing beneath the surface.

Rafayel—once so vibrant, full of chaotic flair—had become a ghost in his own studio. The art had stopped flowing, his jokes had lost their edge, and though he pretended everything was fine, his eyes gave him away. He was stuck, overwhelmed, and drifting under the weight of expectations he could no longer outrun.

Zayne… Zayne had buried himself in hospital walls and back-to-back shifts, turning colder with each passing day. He snapped at colleagues, ignored his own exhaustion, and even rejected the small comforts he used to crave. His silence cut deeper than his words, and MC could feel the storm inside him—dangerous, unraveling.

MC saw how much he was hurting—quietly, deeply, and separately. She tried to be there, to reach out, to remind him that he didn’t have to carry it alone. However, he pulled back, shutting her out behind the same quiet mask of “I’m fine.”

The night air was split with chaos. Gunshots cracked through the distance, followed by the low rumble of explosions. Flames licked the edges of broken buildings as MC weaved her bike through the wreckage of the N109 zone. Every turn held the threat of a sudden ambush, but she stayed focused, her thoughts glued to the twins' call.

“Bossman isn’t in the best of moods,” Kieran had warned.

“Like, its bad enough that we’re scared to try again, it's like poking a sleeping dragon. We need backup. Your kind of backup.” Luke added through the call.

That alone was enough to jolt MC into motion. For the twins, especially them, to be too scared to approach Sylus meant something serious was happening. And if it had to do with Sylus, it was never just a bad day. It was the kind of storm that could drown everyone.

Soon, MC made it to the base and slipped inside, the heavy metal door sealing shut behind her with a thud. The hallways were dimmer than usual, shadows spilling into every corner. The low hum of power in the walls felt more oppressive than ever. As she rounded the corner, she caught sight of Luke and Kieran, heads bowed in quiet conversation.

"Glad you're here. He's in the boxing room, but… be careful," Luke said, straightening quickly when he saw her.

"Yeah, he's been at it in there for hours. Won't talk to anyone and he really isn't in the mood for visitors," Kieran added. "He’s been snapping at everyone. Just... maybe don’t let him chew your face off."

Heeding the twins' words, she thanks them for the heads up and continues down the corridor to the boxing room, each step louder than she likes. Soon, the rhythmic thud of fists meeting leather echoed as MC entered the room. Sylus stood alone, his back to her. Shirtless, sweat glistening on his muscular frame, his silver hair damp and dishevelled. His red eyes, usually alight with smug confidence, were clouded with something unfamiliar—turmoil.

His fists struck the bag with calculated force, not wild—never wild. He was too composed, too precise. But something about the way he hit—slower, more methodical, almost punishing—set off warning bells.

Usually, Sylus would sense her immediately, throw a comment laced in smugness or tease her with a smirk. But now, he didn’t even flinch.

"Sylus?" MC called out to the man before her; however, he didn't respond, continuing his relentless assault on the punching bag.

"The twins are worried. I'm worried. Talk to me." Sylus paused as if finally realising that he wasn't alone in the room any more, fists clenched, breathing heavily.

"Worrying about me now, Kitten? That's new."

"You're not acting like yourself."

Sylus turned to face her, the usual smirk absent.

"Maybe I'm just tired of playing the invincible leader." To MC, after hearing Sylus's responses, she noticed that Sylus was colder than usual, his sharp edge somehow sharpened even more. There was a heaviness in his eyes. Despite all his power and control, something was gnawing at him, making him snap quicker, push others away. MC stayed silent for a moment after that and went to stand nearby the punching bag, the space between them heavy and unspoken. The sharp smell of sweat and leather filled the air, mingling with the silence that stretched longer than either dared to break.

As Sylus paused between punches, MC stepped closer.

"Sylus, you’re pushing too hard. What’s going on? You’re not yourself."

He barely glanced at her, voice low and rough.

"I’m fine. Just tired of wasting time."

"This isn’t like you. You can talk to me."

Sylus let out a bitter laugh. "Talking won’t change what’s inside. You don’t get it."

The anger flickered in his eyes, but he quickly masked it, returning to the bag with another fierce strike. His fists kept falling in slow, steady thuds, each strike a release and a prison all at once. MC watched, waiting for a crack—any sign that the wall might shift. But his eyes stayed fixed on the worn leather, and his breathing remained steady, controlled.

Then Sylus paused again, chest heaving slightly. For a moment, she thought he might open up. Instead, his voice dropped to a whisper.

"I need to be alone. There’s work to do."

He stepped past her, the warmth of his skin brushing hers faintly. Not even a look back.

"Sylus—"

"Not now, Miss Hunter."

And with that, Sylus left the room, the door shutting behind him like a final word.

And for the first time, MC realised she wasn’t sure if she could reach him this time—or if he even wanted her to try.

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Skyhaven hung over Linkon like a ghost—silent, gleaming, cold. MC left the Skyhaven station and made her way out of the station made her journey to the Farspace Fleet. Once she entered the premises (as the Colonel's usual esteemed guest), her boots echoed against polished floors. The usual electric charge in the air felt different today—sharper, heavier. The base didn’t hum. It throbbed with pressure.

She made her way toward the upper training deck. The hum of engines and the crisp, sharp commands echoed through the compound. Soldiers moved with rigid precision. Voices were few. Everything felt... off.

At the centre of it all stood Caleb.

His uniform was perfect. His posture—unflinching. His voice cut through the drill like steel through cloth: calculated, clipped, devoid of feeling. There was no anger. No pride. Just the exact execution of power.

MC watched from the edge of the platform. She saw the outline of the man she knew, but none of the soul behind it. He was... mechanical. Removed.

When their eyes met, there was no flicker of recognition. Just a long, hollow stare—then nothing.

The last soldier saluted and disappeared. Caleb turned to see MC look at him before walking without a word.

She followed, silent.

The drive back to his house was a void of noise. He didn’t speak. Didn’t glance at her. Even when she settled beside him, the space between them felt like miles. His hands stayed locked on the wheel, knuckles pale from tension.

When they arrived, he didn’t wait or gesture. Just unlocked the door, stepped inside, and left it open behind him.

MC hesitated at the threshold. The lights were dim. The apartment was spotless. More lifeless than usual.

He stood near the window, back to her.

“You haven’t been sleeping.”

A pause. He didn’t turn.

“I don’t need sleep. I need clarity.”

“I thought that you were finally going to let me in when things got bad.”

(flat) “That was before.”

MC crossed the room slowly.

“The tension out there... It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen.”

His jaw tightened. His voice was low, hard.

“Skyhaven isn’t a playground. Every patrol, every order—it’s a matter of survival.”

MC looked at him closely, her voice quieter.

“But it’s not just that, is it? You’re carrying more than just the fleet on your shoulders.”

A bitter, hollow laugh escaped him.

“There’s no room for weakness here. Not even for me.”

“Maybe it’s not weakness to lean on someone. Even a colonel.”

His silence was sharp, eyes fixed on the view beyond the glass. But for a second, just a second, his posture shifted, the coldness cracked.

Then it returned.

“Don’t mistake duty for loneliness, Pipsqueak.”

The nickname landed differently now, more distant than affectionate.

MC swallowed.

“You’re not okay. And I’m not just going to stand here pretending you are.”

A beat passed. Then another.

“There’s something in my head. Like static. Like a... presence.”

He finally turned. His expression was drawn, grey under his eyes, lips pressed in a tight line.

“I keep seeing her. I don’t know who she is. But she’s just there.”

“When did it start?”

“I don’t remember. I just know she won’t stop appearing.”

He sat suddenly, as if his body could no longer hold itself up. Hands steepled in front of him, head bowed, elbows on his knees.

“I can’t afford to fall apart.”

“Then let me help keep you together.”

(barely audible) “I’m tired, Pipsqueak. And I don’t think I remember how to be myself with you anymore.”

The confession hung in the air like smoke.

“Then let me remind you.”

He didn’t reach for her. Didn’t pull away. He just sat there—silent, fraying, the ghost of himself pressed into the shadows of his own home.

And for now, she stayed with him in the silence.

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After MC was gone, he was alone in his darkened room, his thoughts circling that same haunting image—an unknown woman standing just out of reach in the fog. A name he couldn’t remember, a face he’d never seen, but a weight he couldn’t shake.

He felt it deep in their bones, a cold, gnawing guilt for something lost, something broken beyond repair. They didn’t know who she was or what they had done. But the dream clawed at them, a silent accusation they couldn’t answer, a wound that refused to heal.

Even as MC reached out, even as she stayed near, he remained trapped in his cold mind, unreachable, unyielding. She was a lifeline he clung to, but not the key.

And so the fog thickened, swallowing light, and his heart grew heavier with every passing day, haunted by a ghost he could neither see nor escape.

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seungcheorry · 2 days ago

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happy burstday to you - cherry version 🍒⚡ | 03. joshua hong - svt anniversary

joshua hong as your teenage love that didn't work out, but who you never forgot

the moment joshua stepped inside the party, every eye was on him.

back in the day, he wasn't really the most popular person ever. he had his moments, his dear friends, but popular? someone every single person wanted to impress? nah.

but it's different now, isn't it? he's joshua hong now, a well known celebrity. his eyes are still the same, but his hair is now slicked back, there's a cross tattoed on his arm - a symbol of the faith he has never been ashamed about -, and his clothes look really, really expensive. he owns everyone in the room now-

so why is his eyes still on you?

you're talking to the same three people you used to hang out with during high school. usually you wouldn't attend a gathering like this, because truth be told you don't actually care how your school friends are doing now; but something made you do it. something inside your gut told you to just go and see what could potentially happen.

well, you're now laughing at a lame joke about a bad teacher you had almost 12 years ago, while you feel joshua's eyes burning on your shoulders.

"excuse me", you hear him say, you could recognize that voice anywhere, even with so many others talking over each other.

you try not to sweat when one of your friends gasp, looking at something - someone - behind you. there's not much you can do when your friend says-

"joshua hong!", he opens his arms, walking a bit past you to hug joshua. "it's been so long, my friend!"

"hey", joshua laughs. "i can't believe it took us this long to reunite."

joshua is pulled into your group, precisely beside you. everyone greets him, but he looks down at you as your friends tell him that 'of course, you're a superstar now' or 'you're always on the other side of the world, dude!'.

"hi, y/n."

it feels weird, but also so, so relaxing to hear your name rolling out of his tongue. you look up, eyes meeting his and suddenly your heart is warm.

you still remember, how quiet and cute he was, sometimes playing the guitar during lunch break, other times playing cards with his friends; during his last year though, his every free moment was spent with you.

joshua was, as most of his fans must daydream about, a teenage dream you wished you'd never have to woke up from. his love back in the day was gentle, reassuring, warm, and you're sure he must not have changed a bit.

"hey, josh", you whisper. your body move on it's own and, with a swift motion, you're hugging him. it doesn't surprise you when he hugs you back. "how have you been doing?"

"fine, thank you", he looks back at you, detaching his body from yours but softly holding your arm. "your hair is a bit shorter than i remember."

you chuckle. "yeah, i got a haircut last week."

"pretty as always."

your friends try so hard to catch joshua's attention, to get him talking about his career, how life has been ever since he left los angeles, to hear gossip from people they don't know, but joshua only has eyes and ears for you. he listens as you tell him what you've been up to, and how your sister just got married, and how your career has been going just fine thank you very much, and how you visited the country you always wanted to.

"i hope it was everything you ever wished it was", he smiles at you.

"it was."

and joshua is happy, truly. he can see in your eyes that life has been treating you just like you deserve it, and for some reason he's at ease with that; he feels like his mission is accomplished. afterall, the only reason why joshua agreed to go to that gathering, was you.

and it's nice, to see you after so long. to know that what you two had was really special, but that it ended for a reason - growth. you two needed to grow, separately, to achieve your dreams and live the life you always wanted to. sometimes it saddens joshua that the universe played him a trick and gave him his ideal type at such a young age, when you two didn't know any better; but also, it makes him smile when he remembers that you two had the maturity to do what you had to.

because now, when you tell him and your friends about your new boyfriend, who you're so in love with, joshua can sincerely smile and hope that the guy treats you well. he can sincerely feel his heart growing with happiness when you say the dude might pop the question sometime soon.

it doesn't feel weird, it feels nice. it feels like closure - just like it should be.

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hb-writes · 3 days ago

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Voicemail - Part 2

Summary: Maya reluctantly heads into the Pitt for damage control after receiving Robby’s voicemail.

The Pitt Masterlist — Part 1

Maya stopped at the nurses’ station, engaging Princess and Perlah in small talk as long as she could manage, half-hoping that when she finally got around to telling them why she was here, they’d say that Dr. Robby was too busy to see her.

“Hi, sweetie,” Dana said, squeezing Maya in a side hug that hurt in more places than she imagined possible as Dana handed a chart over to Princess.

“Here to see Robby?” Dana continued, the soft raise of her eyebrows and set of her mouth making it clear that she already knew precisely why Maya was visiting them in the Pitt today. She knew all about the voicemail Robby had left Maya, informing her that he had spoken with Jake and that she was to come straight to the hospital when she got the message.

Because, of course Dana already knew. That woman seemed to know everything.

Maya hadn’t done as Robby asked. She hadn’t come straight to the Pitt, taking her time with wrapping things up at school before traveling over. Judging by the shortness and the tone employed by Robby in the voicemail, that probably wasn’t the best choice, but Maya would argue that she wasn’t exactly thinking straight.

She was exhausted and her head felt like it was about to explode. Not to mention that after spending the afternoon out of the house, a certain soreness had seeped into every bit of her body.

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine,” Maya answered and she was well-aware that she’d said it too quickly. “Jake’s being dramatic.”

Dana hummed. “Ok, well. C7 is open.” She nodded toward the exam room in question. “You go get settled and I’ll let him know you’re here.”

Maya thought about fighting it. She thought about insisting that an exam room wouldn’t be necessary—she was managing perfectly fine, after all—but she knew Dana was the same kind of tough that Robby was, and when they were determined there was really no use in fighting either one of them.

“No need. I’m here,” Robby said as he stepped up beside them. He gave some sort of directive to Perlah and she shifted her eyes to the computer long enough to do whatever he had asked. By the time that was done, Robby had turned to Maya, one hand on his hip and the other in a fist under his chin as he leaned his elbow down against the counter.

The look Robby was fixing Maya with had her thinking that walking over to C7 actually sounded real nice right about now, like a much better option than getting lectured in the middle of the Pitt with everyone watching.

“Anything you want to tell me?” he asked.

Maya glanced to the floor, considering her options for responses, though the only thing that came to her mind was, “I’m going to fucking kill Jake.”

Based on the shift in Robby’s face as Maya muttered it under her breath, it clearly wasn’t the response he was looking forward to. She probably should’ve kept that one as an ‘inside thought’ but there was no taking it back now.

“Jake did the right thing by telling me—what the hell were you thinking?”

Maya hesitated, once again considering a handful of responses. She was feeling like saying something that would only make him more angry with her—for some reason that seemed to be the only stuff coming to her mind, but she was also feeling as though this whole interaction was about to become major entertainment for the day shift and a juicy piece of gossip for the night shift, who was due to start arriving in the next half an hour.

Maya was thinking that this was exactly what she had been trying to avoid by keeping her dad in the dark.

A big, unnecessary visit to the ER.

A lengthy lecture.

A whole bunch of doctors telling her what an idiot she was.

A whole production.

Robby was still staring at Maya when she looked up, waiting on an answer. She averted her gaze again, just long enough to realize that Perlah and Princess were watching like she and Robby were characters on their favorite primetime drama. And beyond them, Langdon had just come out of an exam room, spotting her right away, confusion and excitement highlighting his features.

For some reason, she didn’t imagine Frank would be a particularly good addition to the situation considering he liked to stir the pot and because he’d likely be as likely to lecture her as Robby would.

She thanked the skies that Abbot wasn’t here yet, her chest tightening for a moment as she willed herself to take a deep breath.

Maya cleared her throat. “Can we maybe talk privately?”

She considered mentioning HIPAA, though that sounded a bit smart-assy even to her so she bit her tongue. “Dana said C7 was open.”

Robby stared at her a bit longer, something that most people would consider a smile twisting at his lips before he snorted and stood up straight. He held out an arm, allowing Maya to lead the way. She thought briefly of asking Dana to join, but quickly thought better of it. Maya was pretty sure that Dana and Robby were in cahoots. She wouldn’t be on Maya’s side. Maya doubted anyone in the hospital would be.

She kept her eyes forward as they moved to the exam room, heading straight for the bed and maneuvering herself up onto it without being told. Robby pulled the door closed and headed to the sink to wash his hands, coming back with a wet paper towel.

“Wipe all that off so I can see the real damage.”

Maya heaved a sigh. “It’s fine,” she said, but even as she said it, she was already moving her hair away from her face, one side at a time, and setting aside the glasses she almost never wore, usually preferring her contact lenses.

It had taken Maya’s roommate an hour to get the makeup right, but in the end she had done it. The bruising was barely visible. If her makeup had been done when she answered Jake’s facetime, he would’ve been none the wiser about her bruising, but Maya had been half-asleep when he called. She hadn’t even thought to answer on audio only. They always facetimed.

Maya took the paper towel from Robby’s outstretched hand and began cleaning the layers of concealer and foundation from her face, wincing as she went over the bits that were more badly bruised and sore. She swallowed at a wave of pain, lowering her hand for a moment as she collected herself. Robby took the paper towel from her then to finish up, cupping her chin in his hand as he tilted her head, making his initial observations as he went.

“It looks worse than it is,” she offered.

“I certainly hope so,” he answered, his voice still gruff, even though Robby knew she was probably right and that was likely to be the case where head injuries were concerned. The ones that looked bad were less likely to actually be bad and Maya looked awful, a slew of bruises covering the right side of her face.

Robby tossed the paper towel on the bed as he began a more thorough examination, his fingers ghosting over the bones of Maya’s face and head as he checked for further injury. “Jake said you fainted and you hit your head,” he said, as he retrieved the flashlight from his pocket.

“Yes,” she confirmed as she shifted on the bed. There was no point in lying about denying the basic information at this point. “And I’m fine.”

Robby flashed the light in both eyes. Her pupillary response was a little slower than normal, but he was relieved it wasn’t any worse.

“Jake was just being dramatic.”

Robby placed his hands on either side of her. “Enough, Maya. How about we go with the truth from here on out?”

“I’m not lying. I’m—”

“Alright, so stop me when I name a symptom you haven’t had.” Robby backed away, a step and began counting off on fingers. “Headaches. Nausea. Trouble sleeping. Fatigue. Irritability. Trouble concentrating. Light sensitivity—”

“Alright, Dad. Stop,” she interrupted. He had more than made his point.

“Did you even have a paper due on Monday or were you just trying to keep this from me?”

“Yes…” It was technically the truth. She had a paper due on Monday. It wasn’t necessarily why she had canceled their standing Monday night dinner date since she’d turned it in early Monday afternoon, but it was still technically the truth.

Robby stilled, giving her another one of those looks that communicated far more than words ever could.

“Dad, I—”

“I’m not joking around here, Maya. You better start telling me the whole story here,” he said, searching her eyes for some sort of understanding. “Are you in pain now?”

“A little,” she answered, because he’d already seen her wince so there was no getting out of that.

“Anywhere beside your head and face?”

Maya hesitated long enough that Robby ground out her name.

“Fine,” she groaned, struggling to remove her cardigan with just her left hand. Robby let her struggle, sighing as she finally revealed the bandage wrapped around her clearly swollen elbow.

Maya kept her eyes on her elbow rather than looking up to Robby. She slowly raised her arm to give him better access even though Robby hadn’t given her a directive, careful to move it as little as possible because she had already learned that moving it too much or too fast hurt like a bitch.

Maya squeezed her eyes shut, gripping the bed with her other hand as he unwound the bandage, getting a full look at the damage. Robby released another frustrated sigh.

“How have you been taking care of this?” he asked, as he moved around her side to get a better look.

“Ice and tylenol.”

Robby nodded though he wasn’t looking at her and Maya took that to mean she had done at least something right. Once he had his initial impressions, Robby gently lowered her arm.

“Is there anything else I need to know about?” he asked as he moved back to feel around the back of her head and neck. “Any other pain?”

“No.”

“See now, I don’t even know if I can trust that answer.” Robby paused his search for any bumps on her head and stepped back so he could meet her eyes. “You should have come straight here. You should have called me.”

Or Dana. Or Abbot. Or Langdon.

Robby was pretty sure Maya had the cell number of just about everyone he worked with saved in her contacts.

“I didn’t want to worry you over nothing,” she answered. “I was back at school today.” He didn’t need to know that she’d barely made it through class and that she had already emailed her boss to say she wouldn’t be back to work until after the weekend. “I’ve been managing fine at home. I don’t need—”

“You have a concussion, Maya, and I’m pretty sure that elbow is fractured. You can barely move it.”

“Fractured?” she said quietly as she glanced down at her elbow. It looked ghastly under the hospital’s overhead fluorescents. “Oh.”

Robby snorted. “Yeah. Oh. You need a CT and x-rays, and some blood work and an EKG considering we don’t know what made you pass out in the first place. I don’t want to hear any more about how you’re fine. Sit tight while I go put all these orders in—did you eat dinner?”

She swallowed and shook her head, struggling to get any words out because of the heavy lump in her throat.

“I’ll get you something,” he said before he moved toward the door, making it just two steps before Maya called out to him.

“Dad?”

Robby was braced for another fight, but Maya’s voice was so small that he was briefly transported back about fifteen or so years, to the first time she’d called him that. Robby wasn’t Maya’s biological dad. He fostered and adopted her after her mom died, but even before that…during the seven months when Robby had dated Maya’s mother, Robby had been her dad in all the ways that counted. And then when Maya’s mom died, he had stepped up when no one else would. She wasn’t his responsibility, and from time to time — more and more now that Maya was twenty-two, she felt guilty when she thought about all this man had sacrificed for her. How much he still regularly sacrificed for her.

“I’m sorry,” she started. “I screwed up. I should’ve told you.”

Robby frowned, softening a bit as he back-tracked to her side.

“I was up all night Sunday working on the paper and then I was all messed up in the morning so I skipped breakfast and then things were so busy at work I missed lunch and I was so tired and that’s probably why I fainted. And when it happened, I just thought it was my fault and I didn’t want to make you mad or worried. And now you are mad and I broke your trust and interrupted your day when you have enough going on with work and—”

“Hey, hey, Maya,” Robby said, interrupting her as he set a hand on her shoulder. “Take a breath. It’s alright,” he said. “I’m not mad at you. It’s been a long day and Jake’s call surprised me, that’s all. I don’t like that my kid’s been hurting and I didn’t even know about it. I was frustrated and I took it out on you so that’s my bad. I’m sorry. You’re here now and we’re taking care of it. That’s all that matters.”

Robby ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, searching her eyes for some sort of acknowledgement, nodding slightly when he found it. “Alright. I have to go put these orders in. It might be a bit before we can get you in for tests, so why don’t you get comfortable, okay? Take a nap before Abbot gets in and comes to give you an ear full.”

Maya tried to smile at the joke, but she really wasn’t looking forward to seeing Jack, or Frank, or anyone other than Robby.

“I really am sorry,” she offered. “I fucked up.”

“You did,” Robby said as he moved to the end of the bed to raise it for her. “And we’ll be having a long conversation about that later, but for now I want you to rest. I’ll have someone bring in dinner and some ice for that arm. I’ll be back to check on you after I do my rounds and pass things over to the night shift, alright?”

She nodded.

“And Maya?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you, kid. Always. Even when you fuck up. Don’t ever be afraid to call me.” he said, leaning forward to kiss her hairline.

“I love you, too, Dad,” Maya answered as she latched her left arm around Robby’s neck.

—

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OH MY GOODNESS 3.5k THATS SO AWESOME YOU SHOULD BE PROUD 🫶🫶 can i ask for prompts 3 and 9 with pirate au wooyo 😁 but also possibly mix it with royal au …. maybe ….

Neverland's treasure

Pairing: pirate!Jung Wooyoung x princess!female reader

५ TW: mentions of: violence, murder, human trafficking, slavery, death, and weapons (not graphic) ५ Word count: 6k ५ Genre: fluffy, slightly angsty; pirate and royal au; rivals alluding to more; inspired by 'Pirated of the Caribbean' if you squint hehe; @cromernet ५ Rating: pg-13 ५ Prompt(s): 3: Aw, you're blushing like a rose. / 9: You're staring again.

A/N: Aaack, anonie!! I literally kicked my feet so hard when I saw your request! This was so much fun to write, I really loved your request lol. The premise with those prompts was just too good...I hope you'll like this, I certainly did write both worlds into this (royal x pirate? hell yeah, anonie!) I hope you'll like this ^^ You can find the prompts here, request are open until the 8th! This drabble also made me reminiscent of my pirate/prince!woo oneshot called Heavy is the head that wears the crown. Let me know what you think of this drabble, enjoy! ^^ divider

Some believed that if you wanted to be a pirate, you just had to be born as one. Your Captain, however, believed that if one was determined enough, one could become a pirate without issues. Sure, you’d have to let go of previous inhibitions and beliefs, but when you grew up in a corrupted kingdom, it wasn’t hard to turn a blind eye to crime. You knew that sounded awful, but when life gave you no choice, you had to adapt whether you liked it or not. And somehow you realised you liked it like this. Being a pirate was a lot more fun than being a princess, forced to rot away in your castle while your evil stepmother plotted to conquer your kingdom, forcing you to marry a man you had never met, who could be twice your age or barely born. The thought made you shudder even now, it made you grateful that you ran away when you had. It wasn’t easy to navigate the big world on your own for the first three months. You couldn’t stay in your kingdom where everyone recognised your face, and you also couldn’t sail to one that was affiliated with yours. And that left you with few options, too few ones.

But Aurora was a faraway land, the land of no man, the land of the wicked, the land of those who never sleep. And whoever has said that was right. Every sound made you jump at first when you had just freshly arrived, and the lock on the room you were renting at the Inn didn’t make you feel safe even in the least. It was terrible, you thought about giving up and going back to your kingdom, but then you remembered your harpy of a stepmother and your deceased father who’s been an angel his whole life, who has raised a warrior and not a princess. So, gulping down your fear, you braved through the streets of Aurora and tried to make yourself less visible when it wasn’t necessary, tried to act like you hadn’t been brought up between silk sheets and maidens that catered to your every wish. You were afraid that the outlaws could smell your royal blood, but when you ran into them at the seamstress you were working along with, they didn’t bat an eyelash in your direction, too busy barking out orders to the poor woman who seemed to quiver under their gazes.

And in that boutique is how you found yourself running into the nefarious Barbarossa, a rip off of the one and only fearsome pirate that has long since perished. You laughed when the man introduced himself, then snorted when he glared at you with his sharp eyes. It was hilarious. He looked too young to be the Captain of a ship, and he certainly did not look like he’d been born to be a pirate. He reminded you of yourself back then—when you hadn’t yet known his princess-like character—sharp gaze trying to mask his fear, his rigid back nothing but a façade of a boy trying to navigate the big scary world.

“Well, will you sow the costume for me?” The pirate with his raspy voice asked, sighing like he was already tired of you. You grinned before you looked around, making sure the madam wasn’t there as you leaned over the counter, motioning for the Captain to come closer. He quirked an eyebrow and smirked, handsome, but you weren’t here to flirt.

“Let’s make a deal, Barbarossa.” You said low, your expression turning serious, “I saw the costume for you, and in exchange, you make me part of your crew.”

The pirate frowned, tilting his head, “Now why would I do that? A woman is of no use on my ship to me—unless you want to be my whore?”

Your jaw clenched as you glared at the Captain, but you weren’t giving up just yet. You wanted out of Aurora, and most importantly, you wanted revenge on your stepmother. The kingdom was rightfully yours, and if this pirate helped you conquer it, you’d pay him back heftily.

“A woman is of much use, but it seems like men haven’t realised that yet,” You chuckled, reaching out to grab his necklace, twirling the black pearl between your fingers, “Let me tell you a secret, Captain Barbarossa. If you help me out, half of Wonderland’s treasure will be yours. We can shake on it right now; I hate people who don’t keep their promises.”

The man’s eyebrows furrowed, his expression shifting from disinterest and amusement to curiosity, “And how could you give me Wonderland’s treasure, you pure maiden who works in a seamstress boutique?”

“Did you hear that Wonderland’s one and only princess disappeared?” Your lips slowly pulled into a smirk as you stared the pirate down, his expression now morphing into that of confusion.

“I have, but what does it have to—” The Captain gasped as his eyes rounded, watching you more attentively now. You chuckled as you placed your chin in your palms, humming.

“Say, handsome, want to help me take down my evil stepmother?” You bated your eyelashes at the bewildered Captain, whose eyes now sparked with excitement as if he had gotten his hands on a forbidden and long-lost treasure. You chuckled when he leaned in so close that your noses almost touched, his wicked smirk matching yours.

“Oh my, Princess Song, did you know we are last-name relatives?” You tilted your head as the man giggled to himself, his demeanour had completely shifted from the wannabe intimidating pirate into someone…younger and boyish, “Wonderland hasn’t wronged just you, princess, it has ruined my life, too. I say we have a deal.”

“Good.” You grinned, extending your hand to shake on it with the Captain, but he stepped back and spit in his palm, extending it towards you. You grimaced, but realising it was a pirate way to seal a promise, with a sigh, you spit in your hand too.

“Ah!” The man pulled his hand slightly back as your fingers touched, “I get half of Wonderland’s treasure and a handsome young lad…or maiden, I suppose.”

You chuckled, giving the man an amused look, “You can take whomever you’d like as long as you respect them.”

“A pirate respects only one person,” Your spit-laden palms finally touched as you shook on your deal, “The Captain.”

You snorted, walking around the counter and wiping your hand in your dress, “A bit self-centred, aren’t you?”

You didn’t flinch when the much taller pirate slung his arm around your shoulders, leaning his heavy body into your side, “A self-accomplished man always loves himself first and foremost, you should try loving me, too. Perhaps I won’t have to find someone in Wonderland—”

“Not happening,” You scoffed, walking towards the exit with the pirate you knew nothing about. This could’ve been your biggest mistake or your biggest accomplishment. And you’d find out very soon.

“Fine,” The pirate scoffed and glared at you for a second, then he opened the door for you as he called out loudly, “Sorry Madam Füller, I’ll be stealing your lovely princess for now.”

“Shut up!” You hissed, elbowing the Captain in the ribs, “Nobody here knows I’m a princess.”

“No?” The man frowned, his plush lips pouty, “But everyone knows I am a prince, though.”

You froze mid-step, your eyebrows furrowing as the pirate was halted to a stop, his expression questioning. You stared up at him as the clogs started turning in your head, and your mouth dropped open when you realised who this man was, “You’re Song Mingi?!”

The pirate just giggled without giving you an answer, pulling you along, down the dirty cobbled paths of Aurora as his arm tightened around your shoulders whenever a man looked at you too long. You couldn’t believe you landed yourself on a fake pirate’s ship, a self-proclaimed Captain, done on a whim out of boredom by the richest prince in the Seven Seas and Kingdoms. Oh, you had either signed up for doom or the biggest journey of your life.

Dear reader, don’t be misled by prejudice, as the princess was. Song Mingi, despite his posh accent and naïve attitude, was anything but that. He was cunning and strategic, he knew how to charm the pants off anyone, and he wasn’t afraid to dirty his hands with blood. He was a fearsome pirate out on the seas, respected by other crews. It hadn’t taken you long to realise that he was not only respected but feared by his own crew, too. They didn’t cross the captain and they did everything they were told without questioning him much. It was only you who wasn’t afraid of the prince, and his Quartermaster, who looked bored as Mingi paced up and down in his quarters. You had docked down two days ago, preparing for a hit never heard or seen before. It was risky, but Mingi was ballsy, and greedier for gold than his own Quartermaster who grew up having nothing.

“We have to set someone up for a lookout.” Mingi repeated as his eyebrows furrowed, his lips downturned, “We are compromising ourselves if all three of us are going in tonight.”

“Nothing will happen,” You groaned, adding some pearls to your dress as a finishing touch-up. Your eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as you were hunched over Mingi’s desk, your dress’ fabric had been an expensive import from Madam Füller, “You are being a bloody pussy again. Our last hit was a success, wasn’t it?”

Mingi halted at your words, whirling around with a slightly hysterical expression on his face, “A hit?!”

The Quartermaster sighed as he came to sit down across from you, giving you an annoyed expression now that you’ve set Mingi off again. The Captain stormed up to you and slammed his hand down on the table, but nobody even so much as flinched. He was throwing a tantrum, three years on this ship had desensitised you to his tantrums.

“Our ship was on fire for almost two hours, princess!” Mingi snapped, making you roll your eyes at him. He always called you a princess when he tried to remind you that you were inferior to him on this ship, acting as if he wasn’t of the same blue blood as you, “The carpenters needed a month to rebuild what we lost! We couldn’t sail for two months, princess! That bloody rat-infested pirate crew stole our treasure—”

“No, Mingi, they just got to it before us.” You huffed, looking up at him with a bored expression, “It’s not stolen if it wasn’t owned by anyone.”

“And Hongjoong’s ship isn’t rat-infested.” The Quartermaster added with a mutter, setting Mingi off again as he gripped his long hair, screeching like a girl. You bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from laughing, but when you made eye contact with the Quartermaster, he was already looking at you and grinning in amusement.

“Of course, you’d say that!” Mingi snapped, “You’re only here because you argued with the man! You don’t even like me!”

“I never said that,” The Quartermaster sighed, his expression slightly falling, “I left Hongjoong because what he was doing did not align with my morals anymore.”

“But pampering Mingi all day does, huh, Seonghwa?” The man was glaring at you when you looked at him again, and you giggled as you got back to sewing the last three pearls on the collar of your dress.

“Enough!” Mingi screamed, rounding his table to shake Seonghwa out of his chair, “I cannot think if you two keep on making fun of me! We must be smart tonight. There will be too many important people at the ball—including royal blood who know me and probably the princess too, and—Hongjoong’s bloody crew will be there, too. If they get to the treasure before us—”

“How are we sure that the Neverland’s treasure will be there, though?” You pipped up as the cabin went silent. Seonghwa gulped as he looked at Mingi, who closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. The crew were shouting something above deck, their loud thumps echoing through the wooden structure as you glanced up. They were probably drunk already and it wasn’t even the afternoon yet.

“I spoke to…someone,” Mingi mumbled, not meeting your eyes. Seonghwa narrowed his at Mingi and placed his hands on the table as he leaned forward.

“Was it that seer again?” Mingi avoided Seonghwa’s eyes, so you both knew Seonghwa was right, “Kang Yeosang?”

“I trust him, alright!” Mingi exclaimed, looking at you with round eyes, “He’s always helped me…”

“And you still trust him after he joined Hongjoong’s crew?” Seonghwa was asking the important and logical questions here, you, however, were here just for the fun of it.

“Exactly, I’m surprised you like him still.” You chuckled, shrugging when Seonghwa gave you a look. Mingi didn’t say anything as his jaw clenched.

“Listen, I don’t care what you two think about me, but Yeosang has led me closer to finding…him.” Right, him, the man whose name no crew member dared speak—yourself included, “As for tonight, I think the princess should stay on the ship—”

“No!” You exclaimed, your eyes widening. Your grip on the dress tightened as both men looked at you, “The chances of my stepmother being there are high, I cannot miss it. Please.”

“And what will you do if you see her?” Seonghwa asked, eyebrows rising.

“You’ll know once I’m done with her.” You muttered lowly, making Mingi shudder before he sighed loudly, going lax in his chair. Seonghwa glanced at him before he walked to the closet and opened it, their fancy costumes stored away for safety issues.

“Alright, we better start getting ready if we want to get to our carriage in time.”

“How did you even get us a carriage, Seonghwa?”

“A jester never tells his tricks.”

“You’re not a jester, you’re just an idiot.”

“Prince Song, mighty of you to call your right-hand man an idiot.”

“Don’t call me Prince Song.”

“Then stop calling me a princess, you idiot.”

“Silence, both of you!”

You had forgotten how these royal balls could get. Your skin crawled as you watched another old nobleman trying to flirt with maidens, and if it wasn’t for Seonghwa dragging you away, they would’ve certainly noticed you. You got here a little past the time when the ball started, on purpose, as you hoped to be less noticeable. This was hard to achieve as Mingi was as handsome as any other prince in the room—which was to be expected, honestly—and Seonghwa could’ve been mistaken anytime for a young master in his expensive clothing, designed and sewn by you. The three of you were candy to the sore eyes, and despite never having enjoyed the attention, you revelled in it now as you realised some people did recognise you. You had even spotted the royal guard from your court, steering clear from their paths as it would compromise your mission way too early into the night.

For starters, you were supposed to scoop out the place, to socialise and consume whatever fancy champagne they handed you with gilded flakes in the bottom. Expensive and fancy drinks for the wealthiest people from all kingdoms. Seonghwa stared at it like it was poisonous before he drank it, eyeing Mingi for a reaction which never came. For someone who had run away at eighteen only, Mingi sure still carried himself like a prince, oftentimes still acting like one too. You, on the other hand, struggled to hold your spine straight and tense, thankful for Seonghwa who had tightened your corset so much you wondered how much time you had before you’d pass out. Hopefully, it only happened by the time you got back on the ship. And as for the plan…you weren’t doing too well, your attentive eyes searched the crowd, scowling at anything you didn’t like. The two men had left you on your own, meddling with the crowd and laughing as Mingi accepted a dance from a princess you hadn’t met before. You saw the shadow first before someone managed to sneak up on you, and you whirled around ready for a fight, only for you to drop the empty bottle of champagne you’d been nursing. It never hit the floor as the man caught it, smiling at you almost hesitantly.

“Yunho?” You whispered in shock, the wind knocked from your lungs, “Yunho!”

If there was one person you missed and regretted not taking with you from your kingdom, it was Jeong Yunho. You felt the tears in your eyes as you threw yourself into the arms of the much taller man, uncaring what the onlookers thought. You had to fight the sobs that tried to rip through your body as Yunho held you back just as tightly, burying his nose in the top of your head.

“I cannot believe I found you, my princess.” Your chuckle felt hollow as you squeezed your eyes shut, forcing the tears out which had been brimming your eyes. Yunho and you had known each other for most of your lives. Nobody dared say it, but he had been kidnapped by smugglers from a different kingdom and enslaved in yours. His one chance at having a relatively better life than all the other slaves lay in his beauty, in his gentle and soft-spoken nature. That’s how he eventually ended up in your court as a palace keeper, keeping your chamber dust-free and always aired. He was barely a few years older than you, and because your father felt bad for him, he had allowed the two of you to bond, to play, to spend time together once Yunho had taken care of his duties. But once your father died, the evil queen wanted to separate you from everyone in order to make you disappear from the court, Yunho included. You had no idea where he was or what he was up to until this moment, and you gripped his dress shirt tighter when he tried to pull away.

“I’m so sorry,” You whispered into your closest friend’s chest, heartbroken all over again, “I never meant to leave you behind, but I had no—”

“It’s alright, my princess.” Of course, Yunho was smiling when you pulled apart. He didn’t have one mean bone in his giant body; he couldn’t even hurt a fly. You sniffed and allowed Yunho to wheel you around so your body was shielded by the crowd by his larger build, “I knew you had to go, if you hadn’t…you might not be alive anymore. That queen is so wicked, she started killing our people. Everyone is terrified in Wonderland of her.”

You gulped, frowning when you heard that. You had to step up, you couldn’t let your people suffer anymore, they needed their true ruler, the one who cherished and loved them. Yunho recognised the anger in your eyes, the determination on your features, and he smiled as he petted your head, leaning down to be at eye level with you, “I always knew you’d be an amazing queen, my princess. Your people are waiting for you.”

“When I get rid of her,” You gulped, grabbing Yunho’s hand as your jaw clenched, “I will set you free, you’ll be allowed to go home, Yunho.”

An ashen look crossed Yunho’s features, something sad falling upon it, “My home now is wherever you are, my princess. You must be here with a purpose; how may I help?”

And that’s how you found out that Neverland’s treasure was a gilded necklace filled with the most expensive jewellery from all kingdoms, crafted with care by the best jewellers from Aurora—because despite its reputation, Aurora housed the best craftsmen from the Seven Seas and Kingdoms. And the treasure that Mingi and Hongjoong wanted was in no other’s possession but in your stepmother, glinting blindly around her neck. You jaw tensed as you watched her from the shadows play the coy and grieving queen, laughing with men who were way too young for her. But it was working, because as you watched her shoot Yunho an annoyed look, everyone around her was blinded by her charming and manipulative personality, completely missing the wicked glint in her eyes. Mingi tsked next to you, leaning closer.

“You’re one hundred percent sure it’s Neverland’s treasure, right?” He muttered, watching the queen’s every move as she accepted a glass of wine from her consultant. You nodded as you glared at her, noticing a man slowly approach her. His gait was familiar, and so was his blonde hair.

“Yes, Mingi, I know for sure it’s the necklace.” You muttered, your eyes widening when you realised who the man creeping up to the queen was, “Bloody hell, Jung Wooyoung!”

Mingi groaned, closing his eyes, “Hongjoong sent the most annoying person ever, great. Princess, whatever you do, don’t—”

But you were already walking closer, your glare set on the back of Wooyoung’s head. The two of you had a history. Even before you had left your kingdom to become a pirate and avenge your father and his legacy, you and Wooyoung had met, understandably under inconvenient circumstances. He was young and dumb—even though he got older, he was still the dumbest pirate you had met—so he tried to kidnap you straight from your chambers. He would’ve succeeded if Yunho and you wouldn’t have planned to have a secret sleepover that night, so the boy was able to fight Wooyoung off. That didn’t mean that you ever forgot the pirate’s face, forever engraved in your mind. Meeting him once would’ve been enough for a lifetime, but the seas’ gods had other plans for the two of you. Being part of Mingi’s crew meant coming across enemies, and since Wooyoung was part of Hongjoong’s crew, he posed a big threat.

When he whisked the queen away for a dance, you knew the treasure would be in his possession in no time, and you couldn’t allow that. So, you stepped into the crowd and grabbed a random man, leading the two of you closer to where Wooyoung and the queen danced. You made sure to keep your back to your stepmother as well as ignore the grinning man in front of you, sharp eyes set on Wooyoung’s every move. He was giggling as he spoke to the queen, but not for long.

The violins screeched as you were twirled around, and knowing that this was your only chance to catch Wooyoung, you tumbled forward into him. The man gasped as he grabbed you frantically, making sure you didn’t fall. You grinned to yourself and grabbed his arms, head hanging low, and then you pushed him away from the queen and the dense part of the crowd before he could realise it was you.

“My, my,” He chuckled, helping you stand up straight, “What a klutzy girl.”

“I know, right,” You chuckled, circling your arms around Wooyoung’s neck as he stiffened, “How convenient I stumbled into a gentleman like yourself.”

Wooyoung’s eyes widened as you started swaying your bodies to the melody, making sure you kept away from people who could recognise the two of you.

“What are you doing here?” Wooyoung snapped, his eyebrows furrowing.

“The same thing as you,” You chuckled, eyes running down his body, appreciating his tight suit, “Searching for a companion to lay tonight with.”

Wooyoung spluttered, clearly taken off guard and you laughed, entertained when his cheeks flushed red. It wasn’t often you managed to take the man off guard, but it was always satisfying when you did, “Aw, you're blushing like a rose.”

Wooyoung scoffed and averted his eyes, scowling at you before he recovered from the embarrassment, “And have you found anyone suitable?”

You chuckled, shrugging as you looked around the room. You weren’t leaving without Yunho tonight, even if you had to frame it as a savage kidnapping. Seonghwa already knew about it and he was working on it. You didn’t want to update Mingi on the slight change of plans, you knew he’d have a mental breakdown neither one of you could afford right now. Mingi hated collecting strays and people who were of no use to him on his ship, but Yunho was worth more to you than Mingi’s rules.

“He’s holding me right now,” This time Wooyoung didn’t blush, he just smirked, pulling you closer until your bodies were flushed together.

“I always knew you liked me,” Wooyoung giggled, smoothing back your hair from your face, “All that fighting was just to create tension, huh?”

You let the knife slip into your palm from the sleeve of your dress, “If that’s what you’d like to believe, then certainly. Now, tell me, Wooyoung. How much longer until the queen notices that her necklace is missing?”

Wooyoung didn’t answer you as you smirked, pressing the sharp edge of your knife into his stomach, “We’ll walk outside without causing a scene, alright?”

The defiance on Wooyoung’s face was clear as day, but he didn’t say anything as he slowly nodded, twisting around in your hold as you leaned in and pressed a teasing kiss to his cheek. His skin was soft for a pirate, and he smelled of pine and salt, “I love it when you are a good boy, Wooyoung.”

The man hissed as his cheeks flamed again, and you chuckled as the two of you slowly slipped out of the room, looking around for Seonghwa. He was just behind Yunho, his eyes narrowed as you spotted the handgun in his hand. You knew Yunho was in safe hands as long as he didn’t try to be the bigger man, so you left the room without worrying about the Quartermaster or your closest friend any further. Mingi was still cruising the room, seemingly lost, and you almost laughed. For a Captain, he sure was lost more often than not when treasure hunting. You couldn’t wait to brag to him about capturing both Wooyoung and the necklace.

The hallways were empty despite the many people in the building, and you were glad they were desperate enough to socialise as this left you and Wooyoung alone. It didn’t take long for him to try and fight back, though, and you tsked when he tried elbowing you in the ribs, “Honey, you’ll have to be more creative than that.”

“Why am I being dragged away from the ball in the first place, honey?!” Wooyoung exclaimed like the prince he wasn’t, whiney and confused, and you chuckled in amusement.

“Don’t act coy with me now, pirate boy,” You leaned closer, your lips brushing against Wooyoung’s ear as he shuddered, “The queen’s necklace was gone after she danced with you.”

Wooyoung didn’t say anything for a second before he groaned, “Maybe it slipped off! Maybe someone found it on the floor! I don’t know why you’d think I have it!”

You laughed and pushed Wooyoung against the wall, his cheek mushed against the cold tile, “Now, Wooyoung…don’t tell me you haven’t heard of Neverland’s treasure. I know your Captain wants it, so he sent you, a little rat—”

“I prefer calling myself a fox, but whatever,” Wooyoung grumbled as he pushed you off, turning around so he was face to face with you. You raised an eyebrow, pressing the knife into his neck unthreateningly. For now.

“Empty your pockets for me, pirate boy.”

“If you stop calling me a boy.” Wooyoung shrugged, looking at you with mischief in his eyes, “But you won’t find anything on me—not the treasure or whatever. Why don’t we go to a room, and you’ll find out what I’m hiding—”

A crash came from a room close to the two of you, and you both stiffened as you looked to the side. You waited for a few moments with bated breaths, but nothing happened, so you looked back at Wooyoung with a glare. Your patience was running thin rather quickly, “Fine, little pirate, I won’t call you a boy anymore. Where is the treasure?”

You heard footsteps running down the hallway and you hissed, convinced that the queen realised by now that her necklace was stolen. The royal guard was coming after Wooyoung—and you, now that you were roped up with him. Whatever happened, though, you would not let them get their hands on Wooyoung…but he didn’t have to know that.

“Why don’t you feel me up, Princess Song?” You froze as you opened your mouth, taken off guard by his words, “Did you think we didn’t know? It’s only right someone like you associates themselves with Captain Barbarossa—what a joke.”

You huffed. You’d been nice so far, but you didn’t accept any disrespect to Mingi’s name, “You should watch your tongue, rat, one more comment about my Captain and I’ll cut your tongue off.”

“That would be a loss,” Wooyoung smirked as your jaw clenched, “I know quite the tricks with my tongue—”

“Hey! Those two there!” A deep voice shouted from the end of the hallway. Great, you had allowed yourself to be distracted by Wooyoung’s blabbering mouth again. Mingi will have your head if you let yourself be captured, “Catch those pirates!”

“At least they got that right,” Wooyoung remarked with a chuckle as you grabbed his arm and took off running instead of fighting the guards. You were outnumbered; it was of no use. What you had to do next was leave the palace in one piece and get Wooyoung on your ship. He was your prisoner; no royal guard could take him from you. But to get to the exit, you’d have to descend many flights of stairs, avoid the influx of other guards that were running towards you, and also come up with an escape plan which looked harder to come up with by the moment. You weren’t the best under pressure, and you yelped when Wooyoung suddenly pulled you inside a dark room, pressing you against the wall and muffling your mouth. Your breathing was ragged from running around, your chest heaving as Wooyoung’s sturdy body pressed into yours, keeping you from moving. The both of you stayed put as the guards ran past the room, their footsteps thundering. You grabbed Wooyoung’s wrist and pulled his hand off your mouth, searching his face.

“What?” He shrugged, his face so close to yours that you could feel his warm breath. He might’ve had one too many glasses of champagne, “A pirate looks out for a pirate, even if it’s the enemy.”

“Right.” You chuckled, then grabbed his arm and switched positions with him, “Now, where were we? Ah, right. Where did you put the necklace?”

“I’m starting to think you love pinning me against a wall. Does a submissive man turn you on?” Your eyes widened as Wooyoung cackled, the sound too loud in the dark room, “I’m sorry to disappoint, but I’m not that guy.”

“Stop changing the subject, you rat.” You hissed, no malice in your tone whatsoever. Before Wooyoung could retort back, light flooded the room, making you jump. The room you had stumbled inside was someone’s room, an elderly lady’s who looked quite confused. Before you could say anything, Wooyoung pushed you off and walked towards her, smiling charmingly.

“My lady, we had no idea this was your chamber,” Wooyoung bowed, and you watched with narrowed eyes as he grabbed the woman’s hand, leading her back to bed, “How rude of us not to check first. Will you forgive us?”

The lady chuckled as she let herself be tucked back into bed by Wooyoung, her eyes droopy, “The room next to mine is unoccupied. I won’t say anything if you slip out quickly, pirates.”

You gulped as Wooyoung chuckled, pressing a kiss to the woman’s forehead, “Thank you, my lady. We’ll be letting you sleep now.”

When Wooyoung faced you again, you couldn’t help but stare at him. He wasn’t a violent man, but you’d never seen this gentle side of his. It made your heart race as Wooyoung grinned, walking up to you to open the door, “You're staring again.”

“I’m not.” You scoffed and left the room once you made sure the hallway was empty, “There’s nothing to stare at.”

But there was. Wooyoung was a stupidly handsome man, his nose curving prettily, his uneven eyes sharp, and his moles endearing. You gulped as he carefully pulled the door shut behind himself, then braced yourself for what you were about to do.

“Sorry, but you gave me no choice.” And before he could turn around, you whacked him hard in the back of his head, catching his limp body before it could fall to the floor. He was heavy and you groaned as you laid him down, wondering how you’d drag a man down the stairs whose weight you couldn’t even uphold yourself. By a miracle, none other than Mingi seemed to show up, and you quickly waved at him, “Mingi! Get over here right now!”

You made sure you were whisper shouting as Mingi hurried over to you, his eyebrows furrowed, “What the hell are you doing with Wooyoung?!”

“I have the necklace,” You grinned, then looked at Mingi, “And Wooyoung.”

“I don’t want that monkey,” Mingi scoffed as he crouched down, “But I do want the necklace.”

You both grinned at each other as you crouched down next to him, “If we take him hostage now, not only will we piss off Hongjoong and Wooyoung, but you’ll be able to bargain gold and gems in exchange for his life.”

Mingi’s eyes instantly lit up at your words, and he pressed a wet kiss against your cheek as you groaned, flinching away, “You’re brilliant, princess!”

“And you said a woman was of no asset to you,” You scoffed as you both stood, growing stiff when footsteps echoed down the hallway. You looked past Mingi to prepare to fight whoever was coming, but you relaxed when you saw it was just Seonghwa with Yunho.

“Let me—my princess?” Yunho asked confused as he looked between you and Mingi, his eyes growing wide. Mingi froze, his jaw going lax as his body started trembling. He looked like he had seen a ghost. He muttered something as Yunho’s expression mirrored Mingi’s, and Seonghwa and you shared a confused look.

“Yun—Jeong Yunho?” Mingi whispered, his voice shaky.

“Song Mingi, it’s you,” Yunho whispered as his eyes grew teary, and he fought against Seonghwa’s grip, which released him easily. You watched shocked as Yunho ran until he reached Mingi, throwing himself into the Captain’s embrace. They held onto each other tightly as Seonghwa slowly walked closer, looking at you as if you had the answer to what this was.

“I found you, my love,” Mingi whispered, gripping Yunho tightly.

“It took you too long.” Yunho tried to smile, but he looked sad, “I missed you so much.”

“I’m sorry,” Mingi gulped, looking down, “You disappeared without a trace.”

“I know, I don’t resent you.” Yunho then smiled, closing his eyes, “I love you, still.”

Someone groaned on the floor, making you hiss.

“Uh, guys…I’m sorry to ruin this emotional moment, but Wooyoung is kind of waking up,” More shouts down the hallway, heavy boots hitting the floor, “We have to go, now.”

“Mingi, grab his arm!” Seonghwa barked out as the two men went to hold Wooyoung up, his head lolling to the side as his eyebrows furrowed. You grabbed Yunho’s hand and looked at him, offering him a small smile.

“Let’s go, Yunho, things will be alright. You’ll see.” So, Yunho followed you as you escaped from the castle, not only with Neverland’s treasure in your possession but Wooyoung as well.

Oh, you were going to have so much fun with him before you’d hand him back to Hongjoong.

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Project Spindle (Chapter Eight) - Established Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

After destroying the Hydra facility Verma-12, the team returns quieter than usual, tension crackling beneath the surface. Something happened. Something Y/N saw, or remembered, or was shown and it’s shaken her to her core.

a.n - if you notice edits in the other chapters, no you didnt... nah but i've been writing summaries for each chapter now! instead of it being the intro summary. BUT here it is!! chapter eight, i hope you guys enjoy it! it made me tear up a bit. also also, i have some drabbles ready and heheheh it got me kicking my feet

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The building had given them its secrets—and now it would fall. The quinjet hummed with life, ramp down, engines heating the dry earth beneath. Outside, the wind picked up, catching fragments of scorched leaves and abandoned tech that once belonged to something monstrous.

The team sprinted from the building’s entrance in staggered waves—Yelena and Ava first, flanking Wanda protectively. Steve and Sam followed, with Alexei and Walker in the rear. Bucky had Y/N’s hand in his as they ran, both moving fast but steady, silent communication in every step.

Joaquin stood at the top of the ramp, watching intently. “That’s everyone. You’re clear!”

The moment the last boot hit the quinjet floor, Steve’s voice came through, calm but resolute.

“Detonate.”

The explosion ripped through the air in a deep roar. The ancient structure of Verma-12 cracked and crumbled in on itself, fire licking through the windows and the earth splitting from the concussive force. The walls that once held Y/N’s history—her trauma, her origins—collapsed into dust and glowing embers.

Inside the quinjet, silence pressed in like fog. Then—

“Excuse me—sorry—coming through—”

Bob.

He weaved past the others, his usual calm replaced by restless urgency. His eyes locked onto Y/N at the back—still standing, hand in Bucky’s, face pale and unreadable. He stopped a few feet away, shifting awkwardly on his feet, voice rushing out.

“Okay. Uh. Are you okay? Do you need anything? Water? Food? A snack? Blanket? I’ve got gum—maybe not gum, your jaw looks tense—wait, are you cold?”

Y/N blinked. Overwhelmed, Y/N let go of Bucky’s hand and stepped forward, offering Bob a brief, steady hug.

“Oh okay, this is nice,” he said, leaning into her.

Once he stepped back, Bucky slid forward and guided her toward one of the seats. “Here, sit down,” he said softly.

Y/N sank down, still a little shaky.

Bob nodded and despite her not responding to his offers, said, “I’m gonna grab you some water and a blanket anyway. Can’t hurt.”

He moved off to get them, leaving Bucky to quietly watch over Y/N as she settled.

At the front of the quinjet, the rest of the team remained quiet—watching from a distance. No teasing. No snark. Just silence, reverent and soft. Not yet. Yelena leaned subtly into Ava’s side, her voice low. “We’ll tease them later, yeah?”

Ava gave a small nod. “Relentlessly.”

“But that?” Yelena gestured with her chin toward the trio—Y/N sitting while Bob goes to find something and Bucky watches her. “That’s not for teasing. They’re cute, mini family to our loud and dysfunctional one.”

Alexei, arms crossed tightly, sniffled a little too loudly. “I am not crying. It is the jet. Very dusty.”

The quinjet landed without ceremony, its doors hissing open to a silent hangar. No one spoke as they walked in. Just boots against metal, the hum of residual adrenaline still coiling in their bodies.

No orders were given. Everyone just followed on instinct when Steve moved through the familiar halls, his expression unreadable until he reached the old briefing room.

Everything was dusty but intact, like time had stopped here. Faded S.H.I.E.L.D. and Avengers emblems, forgotten files, scratched furniture. The room had held years of weight and leadership. Now it made space for something heavier: grief.

They filed in without a word, finding seats in loose clusters. Y/N sat with Wanda and Joaquin close beside her, Sam not far off. Across the table, Ava, Walker, and Bob spoke in low voices. Yelena dropped into a seat as Alexei settled beside her with a dramatic huff. Steve and Bucky stood near the front—silent, watchful.

“You are not hurt, right?” Alexei muttered after a beat. “No bruises? Burns? Scratches?”

Yelena rolled her eyes. “You’re being pushy. Stop hovering.”

“I don’t hover.”

“You’re hovering.” She smacked his shoulder lightly. He smiled a little, relieved.

The room had been filled with murmurs for a while, the soft sound of exhausted voices drifting through the air.

Then Walker cracked. “What the hell just happened?”

Everyone’s gaze snapped to him. His face was twisted with confusion—real, raw confusion, not his usual defensiveness. He wasn’t trying to argue. He looked scared, like he didn’t know what to make of any of it.

“I mean, seriously. Being trapped? That Specter guy? And the sunset looking thing? Everything just went to shit after that. What did you two see?” His eyes flicked between Wanda and Y/N. “What was that?”

His tone wasn’t hostile. Just lost.

Bucky looked across the table at Y/N gently, as if silently saying: You don’t have to explain it now. Only if you want to.

Y/N took a breath. “I saw what they did to me,” she said quietly. Her voice barely rose above a whisper, but it echoed in the silence. Everyone stilled.

“They built me before her,” she continued, nodding slightly toward Wanda. “Before the Maximoffs. Before any of it went public. I was their prototype. Their proof of concept. Project Spindle’s first successful mind breaker.”

Wanda moved beside her now, closer for their arms to brush.

“They didn’t just hurt us,” Wanda added gently. “They used us—on each other. We were forced to wipe memories, plant suggestions. And then they erased that too.”

Y/N’s hands clenched. “They made me do things. Made me us it on Bucky.” Her voice cracked, eyes on the floor. “I didn’t know it until today. I hurt people—I hurt him. And I never even knew.”

A beat passed. Bucky’s jaw tightened, shoulders going still. Steve glanced at him, catching the slight shift. The way Bucky’s fingers twitched, like he was holding something in.

Then Wanda hesitated, voice barely audible. “But we don’t know if it was real. That Specter—he could’ve twisted it. He knew what he was doing. It might’ve been part memory, part illusion. Just enough to feel real.”

From the far side of the table, Joaquin nodded in agreement, eyes serious. “She’s right. His power signature—it’s similar to yours. To Wanda’s too. We’ve seen him manipulate memory echoes before. He could’ve embedded false impressions inside the truth.”

Y/N shook her head instantly. “No. It was real.” Her voice was raw now, unflinching. “I felt it. The way he talked about me—he wasn’t lying. I was the original. I was the blueprint. And I was used. Again and again.”

The room went still.

“I think I remembered everything,” Y/N whispered. “The targets. The control. What they made me do. What they made me forget.” Her voice was tight with restraint. “They didn’t want weapons—they wanted obedience. Perfect little ghost they could puppeteer.”

Walker had gone completely quiet. Even he knew this wasn’t something to argue with.

But Wanda shifted beside her, speaking up carefully. “We don’t know for sure if it was real. That Specter… he could’ve manipulated it. It might’ve been a mix of truth and illusion.”

Joaquin nodded in agreement from across the table. “Yeah. The glow he gave off, the way everything felt… it’s close to what you both can do. Memory manipulation, emotional projection—he might’ve planted something. Warped what was already there.”

But Y/N shook her head, firm. “No. It was real. I know it was real.” Her eyes didn’t waver. “That wasn’t just fear. It was familiarity. I didn’t just see what they did—I felt it. I remembered.”

Everyone fell silent again.

Finally, Steve’s voice broke through the stillness. “That’s why we came back here. So we could feel it. Sit with it. Together.”

His words hung in the air, heavy with understanding.

Then he took a breath and straightened. “Alright. Mission reports start now—before we forget what happened today. I want your perspectives documented while they’re still fresh. Dismissed.”

Bucky cleared his throat, his voice low but steady. “We’re not going anywhere for a few days.” He glanced around at everyone. “We all need time to feel like people again.”

There was a beat of silence. Then, from her spot leaning against the wall, Yelena smirked. “Good. We rest. And tomorrow, I destroy everyone in Mario Kart.”

That earned a few tired chuckles.

Alexei, who had been slouched in his chair looking like a statue, suddenly stood and raised a finger like he was about to make a speech. “No! No games!” he declared loudly, with full theatrical emphasis. “What we need… is a feast! A family meal. Long table. No one eats in silence. We sit. We eat. We talk. We drink. We cry. Maybe fight a little—but with joy!”

More laughter followed—quiet, but real. A small flicker of life returning to the room. The team slowly began filing out, some casting backward glances, some just moving forward, heads full of thoughts.

But as Y/N and Wanda stood to leave, Steve raised a hand, stopping them. “You two—stay a minute.”

When the room was empty, he turned to them, his voice lower, more careful. “Talk to Sam. One at a time. He can help with this. With… all of it. You don’t have to carry it alone.”

He stepped toward Wanda first, wrapping her in a fatherly hug and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “You did good.”

Then he turned to Y/N. She tensed slightly before he pulled her into a firmer, briefer hug—steadier, grounding. “You too,” he said quietly, holding her just long enough for the weight to settle between them.

He stepped back, gave them a small, knowing nod, and quietly left the room leaving them in the stillness, the hum of grief and clarity lingering like dust in the air.

A few hours later, the base had quieted. The heavy noise of boots, low voices, the hiss of doors had long since faded into a gentler hush. Lights were dimmer now, footsteps more scattered. The team had dispersed, finding corners to breathe, change, regroup.

Y/N sat curled in an old armchair outside the debriefing hall, legs tucked beneath her, arms folded tight across her stomach. The worn fabric scratched faintly against her skin something grounding in the texture, in how solid it felt beneath her.

The stillness pressed in, quieter now. Her fingers drummed restlessly against her arm.

Then, the door at the end of the corridor creaked open.

Wanda stepped out. Her face looked drawn, but calm—the kind of calm that only came after something raw. Her eyes were red rimmed and puffy, a quiet testament to whatever had passed behind that door. When they met Y/N’s, she gave a small, understanding nod.

Without thinking, Y/N stood and stepped forward, pulling her into a hug. Wanda didn’t hesitate. She wrapped her arms around her and held her close, a hand brushing gently over Y/N’s back solid, soothing, familiar.

“I know,” Y/N whispered. “You don’t have to say everything at once.”

“Okay,” Wanda murmured, voice rough but sure.

They pulled apart, and Wanda gave her a tired but reassuring look before turning and walking away, her steps slow but steady.

Before Y/N could head inside, Bucky appeared at the corner of the hallway. His eyes met hers immediately, reading the panic she couldn’t quite mask.

“Hey,” he said quietly, walking up. “You don’t have to rush talking to him.”

“I know,” she said. “But I need to.”

She looked up at him, searching his face for something maybe reassurance, maybe an anchor. “What if what I saw was just the start? What if there's more buried in there? What if it wasn’t real at all, and I still felt all of it like it was?”

Bucky stepped closer, brushing his hand down her arm. “Then you talk it out. One step at a time. That’s all you’ve gotta do.”

Her breath shook. “I used it on you. I saw it. I hurt you, and I didn’t even know.”

Bucky’s expression didn’t flinch, but his voice softened. “You didn’t know. They used you, the same way they used me.” He held her gaze. “That wasn’t your choice.”

She nodded, her throat tight.

“You’ll be right outside?” she asked.

“Always.”

Y/N gave him a small, grateful smile, then turned and walked into the room.

Sam looked up from his laptop as she approached, offering a calm smile. “Hey.”

Y/N gave a small nod. “Hey.”

“Take your time,” he said, setting the laptop aside.

She sat on the couch, fingers twisting in her lap. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“Wherever it feels true,” Sam said gently. “We’re not rushing this.”

Y/N stared at the floor, fingers digging into the cushion.

“I saw everything. Or I think I did. What they did to me. How they built me. It felt like my memories were twisting—like they weren’t mine anymore, but also… they were. And the worst part is, even if they were fake, they still hurt like hell.”

Her voice cracked on the last word.

“Felt like a storm,” she whispered. “Inside my head, inside my chest. Like something trying to break out of me and pull me under at the same time.”

Without warning, a soft glow sparked at her fingertips—bright pink, flickering like heat lightning. She gave the smallest laugh, shaky and sad. Then—barely audible “I used it on Buck.”

Sam’s expression shifted, not shocked but… still. Steady. The kind of stillness that said he was absorbing the weight of it, not running from it.

“You didn’t know,” he said after a moment. “Whatever they made you do… it wasn’t you, not really.”

Tears clung to her lashes. “Doesn’t feel like that matters.”

“It does,” he said gently. “To us, it does. To Bucky, I promise you—it does.”

He waited a beat, watching the light pulse brighter from her hands. Then his voice dropped even softer. “You’re glowing a little. Want me to go grab Alpine for you?”

Y/N let out a shaky breath, blinking quickly as the glow dimmed. “Yeah,” she said, almost a whisper. “Please.”

“Alright,” he said, already rising. “She’s probably judging me from under your bed, but I’ll give it my best shot.”

Y/N managed a small laugh through her tears. She brought her knees up to her chest, curling in slightly, as the door opened again and a moment later, Bucky stepped in, white furball in his arms.

Alpine let out a disgruntled meow before immediately nestling into Y/N’s lap. Bucky crouched in front of her and brushed her hair back gently before kissing her temple.

“You’re doing great,” he whispered.

Y/N nodded, her eyes glassy. “Thanks for coming back.”

“Always,” he said.

He gave her one more squeeze, then quietly stepped back out just as Sam returned, shaking his head with a smirk. “The damned cat wouldn’t come to me.”

“She’s got a type,” Y/N said, her voice still hoarse but slightly steadier.

Sam chuckled as he returned to his seat. “Clearly.”

He glanced at her and then at Alpine, who was now purring like a tiny engine in Y/N’s arms.

“You’re good at this, you know,” she murmured.

“Well,” Sam said with a shrug, “it was my job.”

He let that sit a moment, then leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees. “Do you wanna break? We can step away from this for a bit, if you need. If you want to go clear your head with Buck, I can make that happen. Gave Wanda the same out earlier.”

Y/N shook her head slowly, eyes still fixed on Alpine’s soft white fur. “No. He could come back.” Her voice was steadier now, but the tremble lingered underneath. “After I let that blast out… he was just gone. Like he vanished. I don’t think it killed him. I think he left.”

She paused, fingers curling gently into Alpine’s side as the cat settled deeper in her lap.

“I’m sorry about that. The blast, I mean.”

Sam shook his head, calm and easy. “You don’t need to be. You were overwhelmed. You didn’t choose it, it just happened. There’s a difference.”

Y/N nodded slowly, silent for a beat. The warmth of Alpine’s tiny body seemed to help; her power flickered less now, the glow retreating with each pass of her fingers through fur.

“I didn’t know I could still lose control like that,” she said. “Thought I was all good after... well everything. It felt like every nerve just lit up. All that pain rushing in at once—I couldn’t breathe through it.”

“We didn’t come this far to leave you behind." Sam said gently. “That’s why Buck's here. Why I'm here. Why we all are.”

She looked at him, eyes rimmed in red but soft with understanding. “Thanks, Sam.”

He gave her a small smile. “Anytime. And hey—if she ever retires from being Bucky’s emotional support animal, looks like she’s already picked up a second client.”

Alpine rested on Y/N’s lap as she sat quietly on the couch. Sam leaned casually against the desk nearby, a warm smile on his face.

Without a word, he motioned her over with a small nod. She stood, setting Alpine on the cushion, and walked over to him. He opened his arms, and she leaned in, hugging him tightly, grateful and grounding.

Pulling back slightly, her voice small and trembling, she smiled softly as tears slipped down her cheeks. “Thank you… for being both a brother and a therapist."

Sam gave a small nod, quiet and steady, a flicker of emotion in his eyes. He didn’t say anything at first, just let the moment breathe. Then Alpine jumped lightly to the floor, padding toward him and rubbing against his leg like she’d been listening the whole time.

Y/N wiped her face with the sleeve of her sweater and sniffed. “Didn’t know she likes you now. Thought you were on her ‘tolerated’ list.”

Sam raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at his mouth. “Maybe she’s warming up to me 'cause I helped her mom breathe again.”

Alpine let out a tiny meow right on cue, still winding around his leg.

“See?” Sam added, glancing down. “That’s gratitude.”

Y/N shook her head, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she moved toward the door, Alpine trotting after her.

“You might actually win her over.”

“Don’t jinx it,” Sam called after her lightly.

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vyzoi · 3 days ago

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I’ve had this insane idea for a few days now. It’s really self indulgent but I’m making it x reader. I’ve been writing too many self inserts.

Warnings: semi public sex, fem reader, rough sex, praising

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After Sae’s time in Blue Lock, he flew back to go to your shared apartment in Spain. He has a game coming up soon, so he couldn’t stay in Japan. You hear a knock at the door and you’re immediately pulled into a hug.

The next day, you go with Sae to watch him practice. You’re in the stands watching his every move. During break time, he sits with you. He softy speaks to you, “after this practice, there’s something I want to tell you and possibly show you.”

After practice, he gets you out of the stands and you follow him around. He takes you into an empty hallway. “After this game, win or lose, I want to have sex with you in the middle of the field when everyone is gone and the stadium is locked. Would you be okay with that? Don’t worry, I have my own key and I can disable the security cameras.”

You really think about it. This is really risky, but you couldn’t help but be interested in this idea. “I’m fine with that, what even gave you this idea?” He sighs, “I get frustrated during games, I simply want to relieve some of it by fucking you. Here’s the deal, if my team wins, I’ll go slow and easy for you. If we lose though, I’m going to be a little rough. Deal?” You nodded your head in agreement, “deal.”

Game day arrived, the match is getting intense. Sae looks fired up and it’s obvious that he’s getting frustrated. There’s not much time left on the clock and his team needs one more goal. Sae did have the ball, but he lost it. Which made him even more frustrated. Before you know it, the opposing team scored and won the game.

Sae gives you a look. You only have an idea of what he’s going to do to you on that grass. He walks away and leaves the field to shower and have a team meeting. You got up and you find a hiding spot that you can stay in until Sae messages you to come out.

The lights are turning off and the stadiums doors are being locked. Getting that text from your boyfriend was coming soon and you knew it. It’s killing you to wait but patience is key and he probably doesn’t have any patience left.

Minutes later, you received a text message from him.

I turned the cameras off but don’t worry, I hid my appearance in the process. Come out of your hiding place and meet me at the field’s entrance. Use your phones flashlight.

You make your way down to the field. Part of the stadium’s lights are on, but it probably wouldn’t be noticeable outside; at least you hope so. The stadium’s cover is also closed. But what catches your eyes the most? Your boyfriend standing right in the middle of the field. He motions for you to walk towards him.

As soon as you get close to him, he pulls you into a tight hug and a deep kiss. When he breaks the kiss, he only says one word to you. “Strip.” So that’s what you do. No hesitation, no questions, and no sass. He’s already not in a good mood, it’s best not to provoke him. He takes his clothes off too.

He lays and spreads his jersey out on the grass. “Lay down on it.” You obey him and you lay down on your back. He spreads your legs and gets in between them. He starts to roughly kiss your lips. After he breaks the kiss to breathe, he takes his hand and kneads your tit. A moan breaks out of you, “Sae, It’s not a stress ball!” He smirks, “right now it is.”

You wrap your arms and legs around him. He starts grinding against you at a slow pace. You try to match up with him. That was until he got faster. Moans and whimpers come out of you. He starts to moan too. Eventually, he stops grinding on you and guides his tip in between your folds and on your clit.

He taps his cock on your clit a few times before he inserts himself inside of you. He then leans back on top of you and roughly kisses your lips. He starts to slowly thrust in and of you at first. But out of nowhere, he starts to thrust faster and harder into you. You let out a loud moan, “Sae, you feel so good! Keep going…keep going until you’ve had your fill!”

He starts to softly speak into your ear, “you like this, huh? You like how I’m fucking you in a public place. You do realize the lights can be seen from the outside too? Someone could unlock the doors and find us like this. I bet you don’t care though, you just want me to use you.” All you could do was nod your head yes. He sighs in your ear, “you’re such a good girl for me.”

You start to squirm and arch your back. Sae keeps going at a fast pace though. “That’s right, cum for me.” After that, you hit your high. He still continues to fuck you fast and rough. He then hit his own orgasm and cums inside of you.

You’re a shaking mess, he holds you down firmly as he’s slowly pulling out of you. “Shhh, you’re okay. I got what I needed. You did so good for me.” He cooed.

You sit up and you pull his jersey out from underneath you, you then put it on. He then gently pushes you back down and he gets back on top of you. “Maybe one more round wouldn’t hurt. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle this time.”

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Tags: @pinkymangacaps

AN: You guys can thank pinky for choosing Sae to lose !!

#bllk smut #blue lock smut #itoshi sae x reader smut #sae itoshi x reader smut #sae itoshi #itoshi sae #vyzoiwrites

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twistedpink · 13 hours ago

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Happy 1000 followers Hun!

Here have some Hyena

Ruggie who swipes your snacks calling it payment for posting about him on socials.

Ruggie who poses for art and you find the outfits you gave him are never returned. They're his now!

Ruggie who never comes home when your rolling through diamonds and knee deep in everyone else's cards but his. All the while his banner teases you with that hyena smile. Maybe try donuts to lure him home?

Ruggie who appreciates you joining his ocassional hustle...until he leaves you in the dust. He needs the cash more than you, survival of the fittest right?

Ruggie who, despite everything he's put you through, always saves a purr for you with half lidded eyes as he snuggles against your side with that laugh that never leaves your mind. He knows you won't leave him darling. Right?

Ruggie who sees you hustling on your socials and grins. Next thing you know he's trying to mooch off your success and get some new clients to do work for. He's dirt cheap, promise!

Ruggie who knows how hard writer's block and lack of ideas for posts can be. Don't worry he has a great idea, come play hookie with him!

Ruggie who sits with you on the rooftops, half eaten sandwich in his mouth cause he's always on the run. Always having to survive. But those eyes and freckles, that infectious grin never fades for you. Every joke and tease hides more than most ever see.

Ruggie who's tail flicks when you're near. He'd never admit it but, he's worried you'll leave. That you'll move on. He's just a scavenging hyena after all. He doesn't have anything to make you stay.

Ruggie who walks away before you can, he's always been a runner and his legs twitch when he sees the window once open, slowly closing.

Ruggie who kicks rocks and lets his teeth grind as he considers what to do.

Ruggie who is always there when you need a hand and hadn't even asked this time. No you don't see him glaring at the others, you're seeing things.

Ruggie when it's late and he needs to sleep but can't cause all he can do is lay there and pull at his hair. Bed head the next morning is awful as he applies products from the sample tubes he swiped.

Ruggie who always stops by just to check in on you,

"Tch, don’t go lookin’ at me like that ...people’ll start thinkin’ I’m sweet on ya or somethin’. Not that I am, just sayin’ ya know ...could happen."

Just to make sure that window isn't locked.

Hope this makes you roll in the feels darling! The hyena is proud of a fellow hustler 💓😎

TYSM!!!!! Better than anything I could write to celebrate, I’ll be rereading this alllll day babe <3333

#twst #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst x reader

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bigtreefest · 14 hours ago

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Missing You

Pairing: Husband! Jake Jensen x Wife! Reader (Newlyweds)

Summary: After two weeks of bliss on your honeymoon, you and Jake struggle in your return to work

Word count: 1,387

Content/warnings: swears, angst, poor pouty Jakey, vague mentions of military intelligence and defense as Jake’s job, fluff and happy ending, allusions to food consumption

A/N: This one’s for you, sweet Zombie and your recommendation of this scenario🫶🏼 @thezombieprostitute

Comments and reblogs are so appreciated. I love when you guys screech about Jakey with me!! Don’t be shy!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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When Jake finally proposed and got that ring on your finger, he thought the honeymoon phase was going to last forever. Even though everyone told him it wouldn’t, he had faith in just how much he loved you and how well you got along. And he was right, but they were, too…

It lasted right up until now. After two weeks of being plastered by your side on your honeymoon, Jake was struggling on his first day back at work. Your beachside bungalow was replaced by your apartment as you prepared the new home the two of you had just purchased, and the poolside lawn chair was substituted with an old office one in a military base basement. One thing he knew was that at least you were still getting along like the honeymoon phase, but real life responsibilities and geographic displacement were holding you apart.

The rude awakening that kickstarted these feelings wasn’t enjoyable, either. Jake stirred to the sound of buzzing on the bedside table a little past two this morning. He had no desire to answer, or remove an inch of his body from where it was pressed against and spooning yours, but in his blurry vision as he peered over his shoulder, he could tell that it was his work phone. They needed him to come in.

So, he gave you the sweetest kiss he could without waking you and dragged himself out of bed. It took him a good five minutes to slowly open the dresser drawers to get his uniform, which he left open just to decrease the chance of interrupting how peaceful you looked when you were asleep, and he jetted out the door.

He could get changed in the car, he could pick up something to eat quickly at the gas station on the way, even if the coffee was shit, and then he could storm into the base silently with the hope of finishing whatever defense coding they urgently needed before you got up to leave for work. He wished he could at least call you to say what was going on.

Except that didn’t happen.

Jake was stuck in that basement for hours. Whoever was creating these problems was now his fucking worst enemy for taking him away from his wonderful wife in the last period of potential bliss. And Jake was essentially in withdrawal after ten straight hours of counter-coding. There was no one for him to kiss after every little win, no one to hug when he was getting stressed and overwhelmed, and most of all, no one to laugh and talk with. Everyone was just so focused on the mission at hand. Which he understood, he knew what he signed up for, and how important his work was, but it still sucked.

You weren’t faring much better.

You had fallen asleep quickly the night before, exhausted from traveling back home with Jake, and easily relaxing in his arms the second your heads hit the pillows. But somewhere in the middle, sleep became elusive. You tossed and turned, your dreams were stressful, and finally, you’d had enough, getting up an hour before your alarm had been set to go off.

As you sat up and looked around, you saw Jake’s side of the bed made neatly, probably in an attempt to keep you warm. On his nightstand, both his personal and work phone were gone, and so were his glasses. Two dresser drawers sat open, the ones for his underwear and work clothes.

He must’ve had to jet out quickly at some point last night, which made sense. You knew there was an aspect of unpredictability to his life, but you didn’t expect for it to hit this quickly after the honeymoon. Not even 24 hours had gone by since you’d gotten back.

After you took your time getting ready for your own workday, you shuffled out to the kitchen, where your suspicions were confirmed by a small sticky note pressed on the counter. Jake had been gone for hours by now based on the time, so whatever the issue was must’ve been pretty bad. And he probably didn’t text for fear of waking you up, which was sweet of him, but hurt a little bit.

For the first time in two weeks, you wouldn’t be on Jake’s lap while enjoying your morning coffee, you couldn’t feed each other bites of fruit over breakfast. How had you come to miss domestic life with him so quickly when he was away, when it hadn’t even really started yet?

There was no use in calling him now to check in, either. He had to keep his personal phone in the car while he worked, away from the bunker to prevent data breaches. But at this point, you might as well go to work and hope he got home at a decent hour.

Jake was gonna lose it. Fourteen hours at a computer screen was too much, but he’d finally put enough bandages on the issue that he could leave for the day and trust whoever was coming in for the night watch to maintain it before he came in tomorrow for an actual shift.

Those last four hours especially were killer. Jake couldn’t even call you when he knew you’d be taking a lunch break. In his younger years, he would’ve happily jumped at an offer for overtime and even worked over 24 hours, but now he had a wife to get home to. You, his best friend, were abandoned with hardly a word, and he wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to go through life like this after having a taste of being by your side without breaks.

He couldn’t send himself into that sort of crisis right now, though. His first priority was getting home for you.

You walked through the door of your apartment with two large paper bags and a drink carrier in hand. You went straight the kitchen of the small, open-concept area to drop them off before finally looking up to the living room couch. There laid your husband, asleep with glasses and boots still on, legs still wearing camo pants. His jacket was tossed over the back cushions, tan shirt still on, hugging his biceps almost as tightly as he was clutching a small plushie in his arms. One that he’d gotten for you, in fact, to match the first time he’d called you-

“Love Dove?”

His voice was raspy, eyes still closed, but he didn’t need them to feel your presence as you quickly made your way over to him, brushing a hand over his hair.

“Hi, Jakey Bear. Long day, huh?”

He nodded, a soft pout taking over his face as his long eyelashes fluttered and he looked up at you.

“Yeah. Sorry for leaving you so early.”

You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead, and one tenderly to his lips.

“No need to apologize, I get it. I’m the one who’s sorry that you had such a crappy day. You get to eat much?”

His pout deepened, eyes in full-on puppy dog mode, as he shook his head.

“No. Had to work straight through, and then I just came home right after.”

He groaned as you helped him sit up, his arms still cradling the small plushie as he pressed his head into your shoulder so you could comfortingly run your fingers through his hair just the way he liked.

“My poor baby,” you cooed at him as he nodded against you. “Well, the good news is that I foresaw this and brought back your favorite.”

Jake gasped and his eyes went wide, a smile growing on his tired face as he looked at you in awe, nearly erasing the bags under his eyes.

“Taco Bell?!”

You smiled and pointed to the kitchen where Jake was already spotting his Baja Blast sitting on the counter. He peered back at you with a dopey smile.

“I ever tell you how much I love you?”

“Every day, but I’ll never get tired of it.”

He leaned in and pressed his forehead against yours.

“Good. Because I’ll never stop. Thank you, Dovey. Now… you wanna come Lady and the Tramp a burrito with me…please?”

Bonus a/n: he’s such a mush🥺

Taglist: @hawkeyes-queen @ronearoundblindly @mercurial-chuckles @steviebbboi @thiquefunlover63

#Jake Jensen #Jake Jensen x reader #Jake Jensen x you #Jake Jensen fanfiction #Jake Jensen fluff #Jake Jensen angst #husband!jake Jensen x wife!reader #husband! Jake Jensen x wife! reader #husband Jake Jensen x wife reader #newlywed!jake Jensen #newlywed!jake #say I do AU #say ‘I do’ AU

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justboredtingz · 2 days ago

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Bath House Romance

Ngllll i needed some Grimmjow fluff T^T !! work has been hard and tiresome UGH. Grimmjow is just a man (he might be a little OOC here and honestly? Who gafs) this is all fluff there really isn’t any NSFW themes (unless you count convincing him with your tatas to join you then there’s that) BUT ANYWHO—

It’s Late evening. Urahara’s private bathhouse. The water’s hot and fogged over, steam curling in lazy ribbons around stone pillars. Lanterns flicker low against wet tile walls. You’ve spent all day training and preparing for this Quincy war and you honestly just needed a nice hot bath. So after begggginggg Hatman to let you use his nice luxury bath, he gave you the keys. You decided to drag Grimmjow along to enjoy it with you—with Urahara’s permission, of course. You’ve been working together a lot lately, and while neither of you has said anything outright, the tension’s been building. Lingering looks. Offhand compliments that come out a little too rough to be casual. Constant, casual touches that neither of you pull away from. It’s not exactly subtle, and honestly? Everyone around you has probably figured it out before you have.

He stands at the edge of the water, arms crossed over his chest, scowling like you just asked him to kiss a priest.

“This is fucking stupid.”

You sink deeper into the steaming pool, stretching your arms over the edge like a satisfied cat.

“Your back is one massive knot, your shoulder’s bruised, and I literally saw you limping. Get in.”

He grumbles something under his breath but doesn’t move.

“Grimmjow. I will drag you in.”

“Tch. Try it woman.”

You raise an eyebrow.

Then slowly, casually… you rise from the water. It rolls off your skin, and the steam clings to every curve. You grabbed your towel before he could see anything private, but the tiny towel doesn’t cover up as much as you’d like, meaning the tops of your breasts are exposed, right above your nipple. As you walk toward him, dripping wet and feeling somewhat shy, His eyes drop. They stay there.

You stop just in front of him, reach out, and tug his arm.

“What’re you—”

“Trying,” you say sheepishly. He pulls his arm back causing you to fall forward, pressing your breasts against his scarred and tone chest. He looks down at you with the most surprised expression, his face becoming flushed.

He lets you pull him in.

Grumbling. Rolling his neck. He sits with his arms draped on the stone edge, head lulled back with his eyes closed. He’s obviously enjoying himself. After a few minutes of soaking, you couldn’t help but stare at his expression. He still has his usual scowl, but it just appears… softer. His eyebrows aren’t as furrowed and his lips sit in a straight line. you’re compelled to reach out and caress his face, but decide to visually appreciate it instead; don’t wanna mess up a once in a lifetime chance to see a gentle Grimmjow.

You shift beside him, hoping to get closer without distracting him. The water ripples. He opens one eye.

“You still starin’?”

You blink, caught red-handed. His voice is gravelly, rough around the edges, but not sharp. Just… dry. Lazy. Relaxed.

You shrug and send him a genuine smile, “just appreciating.”

He opens his other eye now, head still tilted back but turning just enough to look at you. That one sharp blue eye studies your face for a second. Then?

He huffs a faint breath, almost a laugh.

“Tch. Do what you want.”

You move closer, letting your shoulder barely brush his side under the water. He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t lean away. His fingers twitch slightly on the edge of the stone, but that’s all.

“Didn’t know you could relax,” you tease gently, voice lower now. “Thought you were always two seconds away from exploding.”

He snorts. “Still am. Just too hot in here to care.”

Silence settles between you again, comfortable this time. You both stare ahead, steam curling into the air, water shifting around you with the quiet rise and fall of your breath.

Then, softer:

“…You look good like this,” you say.

He turns his head again, eyes narrowing slightly. “Like what?”

You smile without looking at him. “Content.”

There’s a pause.

Then you feel it—his fingers brushing your hair. Twirling it around Just once. Barely there. But it’s enough.

He mutters, almost as if he was embarrassed to say it. Like he didn’t want you to hear it even though you’re only a foot away from him.

“Its because I’m with you.”

Your breath catches. Just for a second.

You don’t say anything else.

You just let your hand fall on his thigh under the water and lean a little closer—basking in the steam, the silence, and the rare moment where Grimmjow lets the world fall away, just long enough to let you in.

The air is thick with heat, some from the bath, most from everything unsaid between you.

Then you feel it again—his fingers brushing your hair, then your cheek. Slower this time. A little braver.

He’s looking at you fully now. No smirk. No scowl. Just quiet focus. Like he’s trying to memorize every inch of your face while he has the nerve.

“C’mere,” he mutters.

You don’t even need to move. You’re already close, sitting under his arm.

But you shift forward anyway, the water curling around both of you as your legs brush, your bodies lined up too easily.

You don’t speak.

You just tilt your chin up—and he meets you halfway.

His lips brush yours.

Soft. Careful. Testing.

both of your eyes are barely open. His half-lidded gaze sends fire down your spine. He’s watching so intensely. Looking for any sign or expression that says ‘I don’t want this.’

Then he kisses you. Firm. Slow.

It’s nothing like the fierce, chaotic kisses you imagined from him. Just desire and longing and the hum of something real blooming quietly between you.

His hand cups your jaw, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Your fingers tighten slightly on his thigh. Your breath hitches against his mouth.

When you finally pull back, you both hover there for a second, foreheads nearly touching.

No teasing. No sarcasm. Just the pulse of your heart in your throat and the ghost of his lips still lingering on yours.

“Took you long enough,” you whisper.

He smirks—just a little.

“Didn’t wanna screw it up.”

And you both laugh, quiet and breathless, tucked in the steam and silence of a moment only meant for the two of you.

#grimmjow jaegerjaquez #grimmjow x reader #grimmjow fluff #bleach x reader #bleach #hideko mushiatsui

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undead-knick-knack · 2 days ago

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Good news everyone! I unlocked the dialogue ability of writing! Here's another Laudmoore fic, it's basically a love confession scene, hope you enjoy :)

Ashton was staring at her. He knew he was, but he couldn’t make himself stop. He especially couldn’t look away from her lips. Every smile made his heart skip a beat, and he couldn’t bear to look away. Fuck, he’d gotten sappy. He’d probably feel embarrassed if they weren’t too busy worrying about telling her.

She was sitting at a booth with most of their party while he had planted himself at the bar with a cheap bottle of wine. He knew he was coming off as standoffish, but he needed to mentally prepare himself.

He’d been struggling to find the right balance between drunk enough to be brave, and not too drunk that he blacked out. He needed to find this balance soon before Laudna herself was too drunk to understand him; to know he wasn’t just bullshitting her.

He was about halfway through the bottle before he finally decided it was now or never. Okay, they knew that wasn’t the case but he needed to stop putting this off. Before some other catastrophe happened and he lost his fucking nerve again.

Before he could talk himself out of it, he got up from his stool and headed towards the booth, the witches had fallen into a fit of giggles and Ashton thought this might be a good opportunity to get Laudna to follow him with little notice. And lucky for him, she was sitting on the end, so it wasn’t difficult to get her attention.

“Psst, Laudna,” whispered Ashton, ducking down and trying to be covert.

“Oh, Ashton! Have you decided to join us?” Laudna said, between giggles, “are you done brooding about whatever it is?”

If anyone else had said that, Ashton would’ve assumed they were being passive aggressive about going off on their own, but he knew Laudna was being genuine when she asked questions like this.

“Uh, I was actually hoping I could steal you away for a bit. There’s something I want to talk with you about. In private.”

Laudna gave him an appraising look, like she was trying to decide if he was serious or not. Before breaking into a wide grin and replying, “Sure! Lead the way!”

Ashton does his best to hide the relief he feels. They really didn’t want to try to explain himself in the middle of a busy tavern, within earshot of the others. He headed towards the rooms, half-empty wine bottle in hand—he thought they might still need some liquid courage—checking backing every couple of steps to make sure Laudna was still there.

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“So, Ashton, you wanted to speak with me in private,” said Laudna, as he shut the door behind them.

“Uh, yeah, it’s just,” Ashton paused for a moment, wondering where or how to begin. When he a thought suddenly occurred to them. “Yeah, just hold on a second.” He moved to go look under the bed.

“Oh, did you hide something there? You’re not going to kill me are you,” Laudna asked, with barely restrained glee in her voice.

“What? Fuck. No. I’m just making sure Chetney isn’t here.” Ashton looked under the bed, he couldn’t see much but he could see straight through to the other side unobstructed. “The wile fucker has a habit of showing up in rooms he hasn’t been invited to.”

“Chetney? Oh, don’t worry about him, last I saw he was passed out under the table next to a pile of chicken bones,” said Laudna.

“Was he breathing?”

“Not sure. I suppose we’ll find out in the morning,” said Laudna, with an almost conspiratorial look in her eyes.

“Yeah, I guess we will.”

“Why all the concern about Chetney? You’re not trying to rope me into some plot against him, are you?” Again, Laudna asked with barely restrained glee.

“Fuck no. This isn’t about him, it couldn’t fucking be less about him.”

Ashton took a deep, shuddering breath. He’d felt so much braver just a minute ago. He knew he needed to say something, and soon. Laudna was looking at them with large quizzical eyes, clearly wondering what this could possibly be about. He took a swig from his wine bottle.

“Laudna, I think I’m—"

Don’t say you’re in love you fucking idiot! That’s too fucking much too fucking fast!

“Umm... I have... I think—hold on a sec.” Ashton took another swig from his wine bottle.

“Ashton,” Laudna started tentatively. “Are you alright? Is something wrong? You’re not planning on leaving us, are you?”

“What? Fuck! No! Nothing like that, kinda the opposite really.” Ashton took a deep breath. “Um... This, this might be easier if I don’t look at you while I try to say this.”

“Ok,” Laudna said, concern written all over her face. “Would you like me to turn around? Would that help?”

Ashton wanted to hug her. “Actually, yeah, that’s not a bad idea. But I’ll turn around.”

Ashton turned on their heel, clutching the wine bottle in his hand with a grip so tense Laudna was vaguely worried it might shatter. He stood stalk still, like if he moved a muscle he’d fall apart. He was staring at the floor like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

After a few steadying breaths he began, “I... Have feelings for you, and I don’t know if I’m fucking things up between us by saying anything, but—FUCK—I feel like if I don’t, I’m going to fucking lose it. I want, I want to fall asleep with you in my arms, and wake up with you still there. The mere thought of anything happening to you again fucking terrifies me beyond reason and makes me feel like I can’t breathe. And I just need to get this fucking out of me because I can’t stand the idea of you not knowing any of this about me.” The relief of finally getting everything out in the open could’ve brought Ashton to their knees.

He could feel Laudna still standing behind him, staring. Ashton wanted to take another swig of wine, maybe turn back around, but found they couldn’t move. But he was waiting for Laudna to signal them in some way. A word, a touch, hell they’d even accept the slamming of the door if it at least meant this torturous quiet would end.

“Ashton...” He felt a cool, tender touch to his shoulder. With a gentle grip, Laudna turned him to face her. He couldn’t help but continue to stare at the floor, fearing they’d be met with a look of pity. “Oh, Ashton,” was the only warning he got before Laudna engulfed him into a tight hug. Her spindly arms wrapping around his neck, her face buried into their shoulder. Carefully, like they were afraid to spook her, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him with a quiet desperation.

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They were both sitting on the floor, their backs to the bed. His legs splayed out, while she was curled up and leaning against him. Her head was on their shoulder giving a reassuring pressure, their hands intertwined. Ashton couldn’t help staring at the interlocked fingers, like he couldn’t believe that this was really happening.

“I wanted to say something back in Issylra,” Ashton said, “but after all that shit went down with Bor’Dor, I kinda lost my nerve. I’ve been trying to figure out how to say something since.”

“I’m glad you found your nerve, I never would’ve said anything, because, well, I guess I always just assumed you and Fearne were a thing.”

“Fuck, yeah, I can see why you’d think that. But no. I think she just likes to flirt with me, and I’m not used to someone like her giving me attention like that.” Ashton swallows before continuing. “But she isn’t the one who I want. She doesn’t make me feel the fucking way you do.” Ashton lifted their hands, kissing each one of Laudna’s knuckles.

“Like what?” Ashton could hear the teasing smile on her lips.

“Like I can breathe easy, while also simultaneously taking my fucking breath away. Like I want to talk about anything and everything fucking endlessly. Like I’m not just some weird looking fuckup, but someone who’s on equal footing. Like we both understand each other and our broken fucking parts. Like we could,” Ashton takes a deep breath, “like we could maybe fall in love so fucking easily,” Ashton would've kept going, but he felt Laudna gently cup his cheek to face her.

The look in her eyes was enough to make his voice catch, filled to the brim with so much affection it made his heart ache. They both sat there a moment, unable to speak, like there weren’t any words that could possibly convey what they wanted the other to know right now in this moment.

Ashton maybe started to say something when Laudna closed the distance between them and kissed him.

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fairlyang · 2 days ago

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Chapter 6. Short and sweet

⋆˙⟡♡✧˖° love island au x miguel o’hara ⋆˙⟡♡✧˖°

★‧°𖦹｡⋆ miguel o’hara x mexicana!bombshell!reader ⋆｡𖦹°‧★

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ W/C: 7.7K

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ CONTENT: dumping, goodbyes, chit chats, maybe a terrace kiss, cuddles in bed, brand new day, getting some tea, girl talks

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ SUMMARY: who was the first islander dumped from the villa? and what were the islander's reactions? is there drama spewing? keep reading to find out!

taglist: @nicolej04 @aphinthestars

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Last time we were just about to hear Val’s speech and it got cut short but sure enough we’ll hear it now, totally not because she’s been begging for more screen time!

Val straightened up then began, “I’m coupling up with this boy because unlike others, I feel he’s always kept it real and has been honest with me from the jump.”

Your eyes shot open and the atmosphere immediately changed. A few of the guys that were sitting down awkwardly coughed and gasped, not seeing this coming. The girls tried to put on their best poker faces, having a feeling where this will go.

“One thing I don’t want in a future relationship is dishonesty and straight up lies.” She says and looks right at David before switching to look at Raúl.

“This boy has made me laugh, makes sure I eat, and fills my water bottle when I ask him to, which might be the bare minimum but I appreciate the little things in life and see that something could grow between us.” She spoke now with a small smile on her face.

“He has been a true gentleman, may even be the definition of the word and I hope we can progress with what we’ve already started. I have enjoyed getting to know him and I hope we continue having a good time.” She adds with a small smile on her face.

“So the boy I would like to couple up with is….” She says and clears her throat.

She took a deep breath and let it out, looking at David one more time then back at Raúl. Her eyes fluttered, fighting back some tears with one escaping. She quickly wiped it away then cleared her throat before saying, “Raúl.”

Every guy gasped and Raúl gave David a hug before walking over to Val, and giving her a hug. She hugged him back, hiding her face in his chest while the quiet whispers began. Miguel was whispering with Jordan and you looked at Jazmin who just gave you a small shrug.

They sat down together and you all looked at David. You frowned, trying not to wonder about the “what if’s” because that won’t do you any good.

But it would definitely be in the back of your mind.

Suddenly his phone binged and you heard a few groans.

He cleared his throat then read it, “David, you are now single and therefore have been dumped from the island. Pack your bags and say your goodbyes.”

Danny was the first to get up and all the guys quickly followed to say goodbye. You stood up with Miguel and he gave you a small smile before walking over to them.

You took a few steps to the right and frowned at the sight. Val was sandwiched between Gwen and MJ, who were both consoling her while she had her head in her hands. You stood in front of them, covering her so the guys wouldn’t see and the other two girls came up and did the same.

“Babe you did the right thing for you, we knew it would be hard.” MJ coos, rubbing her hand up and down her back.

“You did what you had to do my love, and someone had to go.” Jazmin says, making Val nod.

Everyone was silent for a few seconds, letting her cry while the guys laughed in the background.

“Listen you’re here for you and you didn’t find what you wanted in him-“ Jazmin says and reaches over to caress her head.

“Brutal.” Gwen mumbles and Jazmin shrugs, “it’s true though.”

"She's got a point, might as well stay where you know you could actually get things you want." MJ says, earning herself some murmurs in agreement.

She wiped her face and took deep breaths, “you guys are right.”

“It was going to be hard no matter what.” You commented and they all nod.

“God this is insane.” MJ mutters and everyone nods.

“It was so fast!” Gwen chuckles, making Jazmin snicker, “because it was us doing it. If it were the guys they would’ve made them reshoot multiple times.”

“Are they that bad?” You ask and Jazmin smirks, “I guess we’ll see in a few days.”

“Fuck once there’s a boys recoupling that just means there’ll be more girls.” Val mumbles, letting out a whine.

"Then in that case, you're already part of our gang." Jazmin says to you, making you chuckle, "yay I'm glad!"

"Yeah you're one of us, girl." Val says with a small smile.

“Wait hold on, by that point I’ll be fucked-“ Dana starts to say before Jazmin interrupts her, “Don’t say that!!”

“A man will come in for you babe. He’s going to be fucking perfect.” MJ replies, making her scoff, “yeah sure.”

“He will! And he’s going to be everything you want and more.” Gwen adds and you ask, “what’s your dream guy like?”

“Is this really the time for that-“ she asks and Val quickly nods, “anything to distract me, please.”

Dana looks at her friend and nods, “I like them nerdy honestly, a nice guy whose booksmart but can also be really romantic.”

“Oh I’m sure your Sheldon Cooper is right around the corner-“ Jazmin teases, making you burst out laughing.

“You are such a bitch.” Dana groans, playfully rolling her eyes.

“Think more like a Spencer Reid-“ she says and Gwen interrupts her, “does he count?”

“Ugh anyway!! We’ve been over here too long.” She mumbles and turns back to look at the guys still huddled up.

“C’mon we gotta say our goodbyes.” Dana says, standing up and Jazmin nods, following her lead.

“You guys go, I think I’m gonna need a sec.” Val mumbles and you all nod.

Gwen, and MJ stood up and you all walked over to where David was hugging and whispering something to Miguel. He saw you all come up and he pulled away, Miguel walking off to the side with the other guys while David hugged Dana first.

He whispered something to her, making her laugh and nod. She whispered something back and gripped onto him tightly, while they quietly chatted.

"Is it always going to be this hard?" Jazmin asks and MJ sighs, "probably."

"I hope not, I already can't stand it." Gwen mumbles, making Jazmin groan, "right?"

"It'll probably be easier once we're all used to it." you comment and Gwen chuckles, "now that's brutal."

"No, wait I didn't mean it like that-" you quickly try to correct yourself but Gwen waves you off, "I knowwww- I was just playing."

"What an evil woman." you mutter, making her giggle.

"Expected that from MJ not from you." you joke making MJ snicker, "gee thanks."

David pulled away and Jazmin quickly swooped in and gave him a big hug, “what am I gonna do without my big brother figure here?”

He chuckles and hugs her back, “you’ll be just fine with the rest of these guys.”

She groaned and playfully rolled her eyes before pulling away just to smack his arm, “I’ll still miss you.”

He smiles, rolling his eyes at her playfully and pulling her back in for another hug. She hugged him back and they whispered to one another. He pulled away then kissed the top of her head and motioned for the next one to go up.

Gwen goes in for her hug, he wraps his arms around her while she whispered something to him which had him laughing, “oh I’m sure.”

She pulled away, playfully rolling her eyes at him then walked away as MJ walked towards him and hugged him tightly, “you’ll be so fucking missed.”

“Hey you better not forget me! And I hope your honeymoon phase doesn’t end.” He jokes, making her giggle, “you and me both.”

He whispers something into her ear making her fake cry then she leaves a kiss on his cheek and pulls away. The girls all went into the guys huddle off to the side, giving each other hugs.

You walked up to him and he opened his arms, “c’mon, can’t forget you.”

You laugh and accept his hug, quickly trying to find the right words to say but he beats you to it, “listen no hard feelings whatsoever okay?”

You nod and sigh, “I just feel bad-“

“Please don’t, you made the right choice for you and honestly I really do sincerely hope that you two work out because I haven’t seen my boy Mig so happy as he has been since you came in.” He says into your ear making you smile.

“All I ask is that you enjoy your time here and I don’t know, spend it well with him.” He adds and you nod, “I will.”

“I know you will. Plus you guys really do seem like a good pair already.” He mumbles and pulls away.

“Thanks and take care of yourself, it was really nice getting to know you.” You respond and he smiles.

Then he was quickly swooped away by Peter B and Danny who led him to the dressing room. All the girls hung back and consoled Val some more, seeing she wasn’t doing any better which was completely understandable. But small chatter came to be right after that.

“The way everyone is in a fucking couple now-“ Jazmin chuckles and sits down on the edge of the bench.

“It was about time!” MJ chimes in and then looks at you, “how are you? Feeling good with your choice?”

They all turned to look at you and you just nodded, feeling your face get hot, “I’m really good and yeah I’m beyond happy with my choice.”

“As you should be.”

“Good for you.”

“I’m happy for you.”

You smile at them and sigh, "I have a really good feeling about it!”

“Good sign.” Gwen teases, making you just chuckle.

“I know Mig’s ass is going to rub it in their faces too-“ Val comments then snickers.

“Oh yeah he is. Raúl and Jordan aren’t hearing the end of that.” MJ jokes and gives you a wink.

“But hey who knows? Why’s our girl gotta keep her eggs all in Mig’s basket?” Gwen suggests earning herself a gasp from the redhead, “how dare a girl do what the guys have been doing?!”

You all laugh and you shook your head, “we’ll have to see about all that now won’t we?”

They all “ooh” with wide grins, Dana and Gwen elbowing you while MJ makes smooching sounds at you.

You roll your eyes then try to hide back a smile but it didn’t matter because they all pointed it out anyway.

"Seems we've got the next smitten pair ready to go." MJ teases and Jazmin quickly adds, "so I'm gonna be puking for another serious couple soon, huh?"

"Hopefully!" you chirp making Gwen squeal, "but don't tell him that!"

"Fine…"

"We'll see."

"I guess."

"You're sharing a bed with him, excited for that?" Val asks and you quickly nod, "definitely! Sleeping alone for one night was absolutely fine but now I can share it with a fine ass man? What else could I have asked for?"

They all gasped and before they could continue their teasing, that's when Jazmin suddenly clears her throat, “I can’t believe I did what I did.”

“Oh god-“

“Bitch don’t tell me you have regrets…”

“Not regrets but fuck I really do hope I made the right choice.” She mumbles, making Val hum.

“So did that thing Danny do during the game put you off?” Val asks and she bites her lip.

“Uh oh.”

“I don’t know.” she mumbles and shrugs.

“Ugh I’ll get some sleep and think about it properly all tomorrow.” she grumbles, making Gwen chuckle, “girl you’re sharing a bed with Jordan still, you’ll be thinking about it anyway.”

“Ugh just let a girl dream.” She whines and Gwen lifts her hands up in defense, “okay, okay. My bad.”

Meanwhile the boys already sent David out the front door! Just kidding, but at the pace they're packing his clothes, they may as well be!

Once the boys made it into the bedroom, Peter B practically sprinted then grabbed all of David's clothes and just threw them on top of the suitcase which had the guys dying of laughter.

They had been laughing at it already wasting more than enough of David's last minutes with his usual shenanigans.

"Damn, you want him gone that fast dude?" Danny joked, making them snicker some more.

He just shrugged and rolled his eyes, "yeah right. Now we have more time to talk!"

"They're not in the fucking suitcase dumbass." Raúl snickers and shakes his head.

"That's the easy part-" Peter B tries to defend himself but the guys shut that down quickly.

"Yeah okay."

"Whatever you say."

Miguel and Danny helped by folding his shirts while Jordan and Peter were helping him grab his socks, chains, and shorts. "Jesus, you came in packed for a a fucking vacation dude." Peter joked, making David shrug.

"Hey it really could have been one." He mumbles and shrugs, "all good though, i still had fun and this truly was a once in a lifetime opportunity."

"Damn, don't get sappy on us." Raúl jokes, earning himself an eye roll.

"Fucked up bro, can't even get any words of appreciation out there." David chuckles, making some of the guys snicker.

"Speaking of, you guys gotta take care of the girls! I have full faith in you all." he adds and Peter B whines, "I can't do this!!!"

He ran up to David and gave him a big bear hug, patting him on the back while Jordan just mumbled, "can't do what?"

Peter B did tear up, and that was seen by them all very fast, making all the guys go in for a group hug. After a few seconds they all pulled apart and David sighs, “well maybe no girl for me but at least I’ve got new bros.”

“For fucking life dude.” Peter B says and pats his back.

“Did you expect that to happen? Val?” Peter asks and David shook his head, “not really.”

Then he hums then shrugs, “no I honestly I did. I really-“

He went to his suitcase and started folding his shirts, the other guys helping as well. One of them opened the suitcase and they started putting stuff in, “I honestly did an awful job at telling her things, like really fucking bad.”

“But I’ve always been bad at communicating, it’s always been something I had to work on. Honestly didn’t even mean to blindside her either, I just saw Y/n and wanted to go for it.” He explains then sighs, “yeah I fucked up.”

“Honestly it happens.”

“Things happen fast here.”

“Can’t blame you too much but yeah communication is key in here.”

They all nod and Peter B shrugs, “y’know what though? At least you made new friendships because this place is not just for love. It’s for brotherhood and fuck I’m gonna cry again-“

Some of the guys groaned and playfully rolled their eyes but yet they all went in for another bro huddle.

Aw isn't it so cute when the boys get all touchy feely? Let's see how long it'll take for them to cry again! My guess is when the next bombshell will come in but that's just me…

After all his things were packed, Peter B went outside and yelled that they were ready to which Val shouted to ask David to come outside. You all looked at her and she nodded, "I think it's my turn… fuck I kinda feel bad now…" Val mutters and groans.

Before anyone could say something David quickly ran out and you all wished her good luck, going inside with the rest of the boys so they could chat privately.

You walked in the bedroom just to find the boys laying down on the beds. "You guys bored?" Jazmin asks, making them scoff.

"As if."

"Bored?"

"Come on, don't be cruel."

Peter B's head shoots up from his pillow and he yells, "We're mourning!!"

"Pete he's not de-" Gwen starts to say but Raúl and Miguel, who both had wide eyes just shake their heads and she closes her mouth.

You all shrug and you take notice of how one of the beds had Danny and Dana's names on the little dressers on the end of the bed next to each other. You gasped and walked to them all, the same order so you still had your same bed.

And the first three on the left were the extra ones.

Now you walked all the way to the end and see your name in it's same spot but with Miguel's name to the left.

Gwen skipped towards you with a wide grin on her face and whispering into your ear, "fast as fuck huh?"

You chuckle and nod, "seems so."

"Mig looks excited." she whispers and you quickly whip your head to look at him.

He was talking to Peter with a wide grin on his flushed face and laughing, it brought a smile to your face. You turned back to Gwen and nodded, "I'm glad he is."

"Think you're gonna go for another kiss?" she quietly asks and you hum.

You hadn't really thought that far so you shook your head. She chuckled and grinned, "well if you want to, I say do it."

"We'll see! First one was nice so I don't know… maybe." you whisper back and she nods.

"All I know is that it'll be nice to finally share a bed with someone after a few years." you admit making her snicker.

You rolled your eyes at her and she just laughed, sitting down on the edge of your bed, "fair enough! Lord knows some of us needed this."

Before you could respond David and Val popped in making you mumble, "damn that was fast."

Gwen nodded, and you both walked out of the bedroom and stood by the entrance of the lounge room while the rest of the islanders piled in.

David's suitcase was already by the door so he gave the guys his last hugs before sighing. He grabbed the handle of his suitcase and gave everyone a smile, "my journey may have not been long but I'm grateful for it nonetheless, especially because I got to meet all of you."

The corridor was fills with aws from the girls while the guys just groaned. You were confused until you heard a loud, "FUCK MAN-"

"Keep it short man, he might just leave with you." Danny jokes making the guys snicker.

"I'm happy to have experienced this with you all and I truly do hope you all find what you're looking for." he finishes with a toothy grin and he gives a final wave goodbye then walks right off.

Everyone was yelling all sorts of things, a few with cracked voices and waving to him when he turned his head around one last time. He then turned back and kept walking, no longer being in sight.

You saw Jazmin, Dana, and Danny quickly wiping their tears away while everyone went right back out to the backyard. Everyone just hung around the kitchen making small talk to change the vibe of the night but it felt sad for the most part.

Even Peter B was quiet.

After hearing a bit of Peter's life story and snacking on some pretzels, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You looked up to find Miguel with a warm smile, "can i pull you?"

"'Course!" you say and he offers you his hand which you accept.

You held it gently before he led the way out of the kitchen and to the side to go back inside. It didn't go unnoticed as the guys all of a sudden woke up and hollered for him while you went inside.

He just shakes his head and chuckles, "they're crazy."

"Are they?" you tease, raising an eyebrow when he turns back to look at you.

He just chuckled again and led you past the beds and went directly for the staircase. You both carefully went up and he took a right, walking past the bathroom and going into the dressing room. He opened the door to the terrace and let go of your hand, letting you take a look before closing the door.

The sun was out of sight and the lights illuminated the villa. Your eyes lit up as you took in the pretty sight, meanwhile he was looking at you with a smile on his face.

You looked back at him just to find him not only already staring but with a cute smile making you feel suddenly shy. You took a seat on the bench, the cushioning making it very comfy while you thought of what to say.

He beat you to it, sitting down right next to you and sighing, "can I tell you something?"

You nod and he turns a bit to face you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, "I feel like I'm dreaming."

You chuckle then can't stop, nervously laughing. You clear your throat and give him the best thing you could muster, "yeah? Why's that?"

He smiles and shrugs, "oh just cause. Definitely has nothing to do with that kiss or the recoupling…"

"That would be insane.." you joke and he asks, "why?"

"Because then we might be in the same boat." you explain, nearly whispering.

"Might be, huh?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

"Mhm.. I mean it's not like the kiss had me making my mind up…" you answered with the most sarcastic tone ever, making him give you a sheepish grin.

You would be lying if you said that final kiss didn’t solidify your choice because it did. It was just too good to not choose him.

Being this close to him again confirmed that. It had you as nervous as ever.

And maybe you lied a little to the girls just so they wouldn’t fully know your reasons. You could keep that part between just you and him.

"I really did like our kiss though…" he mumbles, his eyes darting down to your lips for a split second.

"I did too, might've been last but it sure was good." you admit, your face growing hot.

He grins and nods, his own face changing color in front of your eyes, "Also I'm really glad you chose me, I just.. felt something once I saw you. Felt very instant but in the best way. Talking to you is really fun and has been the highlight of my week." he admits, making you fight back a grin.

"And you're really nice to look at too, by the way." he adds, making you snicker and hide your face in your hands.

He laughs at your reaction and you groan, now regretting your choice of words. The embarrassment finally setting in.

You peeked through your fingers to see him with a grin on his face, making you pull your hands away. You looked into his eyes and smiled, "I'm glad the feeling is mutual, really fucking glad."

"Me too.." he whispers and looks back down at your lips.

You subconsciously lick them and ask, "the kiss wasn't too much?"

He scoffs and shakes his head, "no such thing. Not at all, it was perfect.”

"Good to know." you whisper and lean in closer to him.

He did so as well and the tension was palpable. It was deafening and it didn't even take so long to build which was such a promising start.

"You're a good kisser, by the way." you murmur and he hums, "think so?"

"Mhm, definitely." You mumble and bite your lip.

"It happened so fast I don’t think I’d know how I'd rate you." he murmured, sending shivers down your spine.

With quick thinking you reply, "maybe we could do it again.”

“For science, of course." You add, making him chuckle.

"'Course. Since we're both science nerds right?" he asks and you nod.

"Mhm… just short and sweet…" you mumble and he nods, leaning in.

You bring your left hand to his jaw and your eyes flutter shut when you feel his lips against yours. He kissed you gently and slowly, you following his lead and melting into the kiss.

Warmth blossomed in your body and you could have sworn that you melted into a puddle. You kissed him back, slow and sensual unlike any kiss you’ve had ever.

You felt his other hand on your thigh, lightly squeezing while keeping the kiss at its same pace. It was different to your first one, this one felt ten times more intimate and luckily didn’t have any wandering eyes.

He deepened the kiss, pressing his lips harder against yours making you nearly moan. You moved your hand to play with his curls, twirling them with your fingers while a tiny bit of tongue came into play.

He squeezed your thigh again and you tugged on his curls lightly, before pecking his lips. You pulled away for a second, looking at him with a smile on your face and he leaned in, pecking your lips a few more times before finally pulling away.

You chuckle and give him a toothy grin, feeling as giddy as ever. He sighs and brings you in closer, you lean into him, relax, and look up at him, “so….”

He chuckles and hums, “pretty solid, don’t think I’d recommend though…”

You gasp and he quickly adds, “these guys don’t deserve it.”

You laugh and shake your head, “wow you really are crazy- sound a little jealous too.”

He playfully rolls his eyes at your teasing tone and shrugs, “hey I’m the one that got the ten so I’m feeling fine.”

“Oh so now you’re cocky?” You tease and he nods, leaning in, “how could I not be?”

You shrug and whisper, “so what’s your rating?”

He grins and leans in more, feeling his breath on your nose, “ten.”

You grin and lean up, letting the smallest bit of space between you then whisper, “good.”

You peck his lips softly, the time feeling right and deciding to take advantage of the privacy. You pulled away but he leant back in to give you some pecks right back. He pulled away and you shifted, getting comfy to lay your head on his chest.

There was silence, but it was comfortable and nice.

You sighed and smiled, feeling more than content with your decision. You just prayed it would not get hectic so soon.

Suddenly you heard yells and it came from the dressing room. Miguel groans and you chuckle, sitting up then standing up, "guess it's time for bed."

"Ugh we can't just stay up here a bit longer?" he mumbles and you shrug, "I don't know but don't forget we're sharing a bed together.."

He gasps then stood up, helping you do so as well. You laughed as he opened the terrace door, hearing the girl's gasps, "see you soon, yeah?"

You nod and he flashes you a smile before going inside then quickly out of sight.

The girls all turned to look at you and you just walked inside, closing the door then smile, "what?"

They look at each other then back at you with identical smiles on their faces. You playfully rolled your eyes and then chuckle, "okayyyy.."

"you're wanted at the beach hut by the way." Dana says and you nod, walking out the room and making your way to the beach hut.

After giving your thoughts on your day, the game, and the recoupling, you went into the bathroom to take off your makeup and do your nightly routine.

You took off your makeup and joked around with some of the guys in the bathroom, feeling comfortable enough with them to do so.

After finishing that, you went into the dressing room, picked some pjs then went back to the bathroom. Considering everyone was getting ready for bed, it was quite packed and the guys were just in there to not get bored in the bedroom.

Peter B, now less sad, was dancing around with Val, spinning her around and humming a tune.

You grabbed your little tube box and grabbed your toothbrush, putting toothpaste on it then brushing your teeth. Val started singing an old Taylor Swift song and Peter B was trying to sing louder than her.

“God they’re gonna make my head hurt.” You heard Raúl groan behind you.

You turned to look at him and shook your head, he just grins. You finish brushing your teeth and rinsing your mouth and moved to the side so someone else could use the sink.

Suddenly Jordan comes into the bathroom and groans, “alright whose still in the fucking toilet I need to take a shit!!”

“My girl, man chilllll.” Peter B says and takes a break from singing.

“Come on old man we barely started!” Val shouts and he whines, “I’m tired!!”

“Of what?? We do nothing all day.” Raúl chimes in, making you chuckle, “tired from all the wingmanning business?”

“See she gets it.” Peter B says and points to you making you laugh.

“I think she was being sarc-“ Raúl starts to say but you stop him, “shh, it’s fine.”

He just shrugs and Jordan groans again, “MJ come on!!!”

“Yeah girl come on I gotta change!” You yell and you could hear her faintly groan.

“Well you can come in.” She yells back and you quickly ran in.

She unlocked the door and you quickly went in, immediately taking off your dress and slipping on your cute pair of pjs. After you were done you realized that MJ was stuck in her dress, her arm in the same hole as her head, “jesus.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?!?” You ask and laugh, grabbing the top of the dress and pulling it up.

“I thought I could do it…” she whines, making you snort, “how'd that go for you?”

“Fuck off.” She mutters and you pull it over her head.

You grin and hand it to her, she just throws it on the floor and has you wait until she’s in her own pajamas.

Once she was dressed you both walked out with your dresses in hand and Jordan ran inside. The bathroom was somewhat cleared out now, the boys all ready for bed.

You both left your dresses by a basket for dirty clothes in the dressing room and headed downstairs. Most of the guys were in the bedroom besides Jordan and Miguel, and all the girls were surprisingly there.

Jazmin and Peter were racing, hopping on the beds like how Gwen and Peter B were last night, must’ve been some kind of ritual.

MJ watched them and you decided to go over to Gwen and Peter’s bed while Gwen and Dana were off to the side chatting with Danny.

Peter B and Val were on Dana’s bed chatting and Raúl was just laying down sideways on the end of his bed. His eyes were closed and you sat next to where his head was, “you okay?”

His eyes flutter open and he nods, “you?”

“I’m fine.” You respond and he hums, “a person whose fine doesn’t say it like that.”

You shrug and he sits up, facing you and asks, “how are you feeling? With your choice I mean.”

“I’m feeling good about it, I’m excited. Honestly you were right I just feel relieved now.” You admit and he grins, “see I told you! Wasn’t too bad right?”

“The speech part I guess but the actual choosing was… trouble.” You mumble, making him chuckle, “did you have a hard time?”

“A bit…” you say and he hums again.

“Makes sense but hopefully the future ones won’t be too bad.” He says, making you nod, “yeah, hopefully.”

“So it wasn’t so easy?” He asks and you bite your lip.

“Más o menos.” You mumble and chuckle, “pero pues si tiene sentido.” (More so or less)

“Mm porque?” He mumbles and you answered, “I mean I think I got along well with a good handful of you guys. I honestly had such great chats so I knew I was going to have a hard time making my mind up.” (why?)

“Also if I had a chat with any of you that I kissed before the recoupling, I think I could’ve chosen differently…” you mumble and he scoffs, “really?”

“Mhm, I mean hearing your guy’s opinions on the kisses would have cleared my head a bit. Because I did like them all.” You shared, making him groan.

“Goddammit- I was going to pull you but Peter B said to let you have your girl time-“ he says then stops himself at the sudden realization.

“Wait, of fucking course he did.” He mumbled and rolled his eyes.

You give him a smile and shake your head, “oh he was plotting your demise-“

“As always.” He snorts, making you giggle, "and it worked…"

"For now. Nothing is written in stone now is it?" he teases and you stay silent, a small smirk tugging on your lips.

“Gonna tell Mig you could have changed your mind?” He asks, earning himself a scoff, “what do you think that’s some good pillowtalk?” You tease making him roll his eyes.

You giggle and he chuckles, having the tiniest bit of regret for not pulling you. He scoots up so his legs can be dangled on the edge of the bed, now a bit closer to you.

“Well just know I really liked our kisses.” He whispers and you smile, “I did too.”

Suddenly Peter B yells for everyone to get to their beds because he wants to sleep. Val yelled at him and then jumped on his bed to attack him while everyone went to their own beds.

You stood up and he opened his arms out, you leant in and gave him a hug. He squeezed you lightly and whispered into your ear, “nomas porque estas con él, por ahorita, no dice que voy a parar de hablarte." (just because you’re with him, for now, doesn’t mean I’ll stop talking to you.)

“No esperaba menos de ti.” You whisper back, making him laugh. (I didn’t expect any less of you.)

“Hey it’s still earl-“

“Early days. Yeah you guys are going to be saying that all the way till casa.” You snicker and you pull away just to see him giving you a playful glare.

You giggle and shrug, “I’m calling it now you’ll still be saying that in two weeks time.”

“Aw you think I’ll still be here?” He coos and now it was your turn to roll your eyes, “hopefully not.”

“Yeah, yeah. If that helps you sleep better at night.” He teases, making you grin.

You went to the left and went down to hug MJ, who gladly accepted it. You then went into every girl’s bed to give them a hug and let Val’s last longer because she needed it.

You finally went to your bed where Miguel was sitting on the side, “didn’t know which side you wanted…”

“Do you want the corner?” You ask and he hums, “maybe…”

You laugh and motion for him to go in which he quickly did. He slipped into bed and went under the covers while you slipped in next to him. You pulled the covers up and turned to your side facing him, he got comfortable but then turned to see you looking at him so he moved to his side.

“What do we think of cuddles?” He whispers quietly.

“They’re nice…” you whisper, making him chuckle.

“Hmm, are they nice for night one in bed together?” He asks and you hum, “maybe a little cuddle…”

The lights turned off and you blinked, rubbing your eyes together to still try to see him. You could see him smiling then he leaned in and whispered, “then come here.”

You bite your lip and scoot over while he turns over to his back. You then laid your head on his chest, his right arm wrapped around you and you half laying on your side and half on your stomach. You looked up at him and whispered, "sorry if I wrap a leg around you."

"Sorry if I hog the blanket." he whispers, making you gasp, "that's unforgivable."

He chuckles and you could feel his heart racing, you maintained eye contact and stretched your right arm around his torso. That's when you realize that he was shirtless and it made your face flush. "This okay?" you whisper and he nods, "it is."

"goodnight…" you whisper, feeling your eyes grow heavy.

"Goodnight.. sweet dreams." were the last words you heard when you fell fast asleep.

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You woke up the next morning to the loud screams and hollers of the boys. You groaned and covered your face further into your pillow only to realize it was actually Miguel's chest. You rubbed your eyes and opened them just to see you were in the same position as last night but you were somehow in the corner.

Miguel yawns and pulls away a bit to look at you, "good morning."

"Morning." you mumble and yawn.

"How'd I get over here?" you ask and he chuckles, "think you did throw a leg over then just rolled over completely."

You laugh, shake your head, and groan, "my badddd."

"It's okay, honestly I didn't even feel it." he teases making you roll your eyes.

Suddenly you vaguely saw someone standing on Jordan and Jazmin's bed and then they jumped onto yours and threw themselves on top of you both. You curse out and groan, "fuck-"

"Pete you're a fucking dead man-" Miguel groans and you try to wiggle out but the man was too big.

“How’d you feel with someone sleeping in your bed, newbie?” Peter B asks, making you snort, "amazinggg. Now you mind getting off?"

"Ugh you guys are no fun." he complains and hops off but still leans in to give Miguel a hug.

"Morning bud." he says and Miguel hugs him back, giving him a pat on the back.

He climbed back in, and gave you a hug, "sorry for jumping on you."

"You'll kill someone one of these days." you joke and he pulls away, waving you off, "nahhhh."

"Today is gonna be crazyyyy." he whispers to you both and you raise an eyebrow, "how so?"

He looked over his shoulder and saw the bed next to yours was empty and laid down on his stomach between you two, "Apparently, Jazmin told Danny she was 100% going to choose him but she also told Jordan the same thing. That she missed being in bed with Danny and yet…"

"Oh fuck-" you mumble and he nods, "at least it'll be entertaining."

Miguel gives him a knowing look, making him shrug, "what? It will be!"

"How the hell did you get that info already?" Miguel asks, making Peter grin, "I jumped into Dana and Danny's bed and he told us and said he spilled the beans to Jordan last night. Then when they were in bed Jordan asked Jazmin if it was true and she didn't deny a thing. Jordan just told me that right now.."

"Damn…" he mumbles and you nod, "yeah in that case, things are definitely going to be crazy."

After that you all got out of bed, and you gave everyone a good morning hug before going upstairs to get ready for the day. Jazmin and Gwen were searching for bikinis, when you walked in while the other three were gathering makeup. You walked towards the closet and watched as Gwen moved each hanger with Jazmin saying no to damn near every single one.

"Jaz, you're too fucking picky." Gwen mutters, making her scoff, "I have fine taste."

You chuckle and look at the other end, moving next to Gwen, and pull out a red bikini. The top had two silver bling clasps connecting the thick straps to the actual cups. The bottoms had them too, along with silk fabric on the side to tie them on each side of your lower half.

"How about this one?" you ask and show it to her.

Her lights lit up for a second then switched to be more nonchalant. She nods and shrugs, "that'll do."

She took it from you and went to the bathroom while you looked for one for yourself. You went through a couple when you found a cute black and white bikini.

The bikini top had the left cup as white, the right as black and spaghetti straps were the opposite color with more straps to tie along your back too. The bottom was black with a white strap along the top but also white and black straps to sit on each side of your waist.

"You've got amazing fucking taste." Gwen compliments making you grin.

You decided to find one for all the girls. Finding a white bikini with bright red cherries for Gwen, an emerald strapless set for MJ, a pastel yellow set for Dana, and navy blue for Val that perfectly matched her hair.

They all thanked you and you all went into pairs to the toilet to help each other before coming back into the dressing room to do makeup. You were the last to go back, only going after finishing brushing your teeth and brushing your hair.

You went back and only applied sunscreen and chapstick after Val went out to the terrace just to find out it was scorching hot outside. No one ended up doing their makeup. Immediately going downstairs and outside into the kitchen making the guys gasp and panic, trying to hide their creations.

You all laughed and walked over, seeing them scrambling. “The fuck are you guys doing down here so early?!?” Raúl yelled and Val laughed.

“It’s hot as fuck so no makeup.” She replies, making some of them groan.

“Well can you guys like go away? We’re not done.” Peter asks, prompting Gwen to give him a pout.

"That's mean." she said and he was going to give in until Peter B stood next to him and shook his head, "sorry ladies, you're gonna have to wait."

You all groan but head down to the firepit to chat because you might as well. Once you all sat down Jazmin groaned, "I fucked up, I fucked uppppp."

"No you didn't." Val says and she nods, "I did!!"

"You were fucking exploring- it's not even a week yet, why the hell should you be making a choice already? The men do this to the girls every damn season but all of a sudden a girl can't do the same?!??" Val exclaims, letting out a scoff before quickly adding, "I call bullshit."

“I told them both I’d choose them…” Jazmin mutters, making all the girls gasp.

“Girl-“

“I-“

"Fuck…"

“I mean city girls up, I don’t know-“ Val mumbles, making MJ say, “Val-“

“What? What do you want me to say? Ohhh nooo Jazmin you’ve gotta respect their time and ignore that one of them also wanted to explore someone but because he wasn’t chosen-"

"Val!" MJ calls out and she stops.

"You both are going through it, in very similar ways but we've gotta be fair. You obviously want to have your cake and to eat it too but remember that there's more feelings besides yours in play. And I'm telling this to the both of you." She says and both girls look at her stunned.

"No one is telling you to pick fast nor purposely trying to rush you, just keep in mind that in situations like these you have to be absolutely honest to all parties, including yourself." she explained and they both stayed quiet.

"And don't forget communication. Some of these guys will not get things if you don't explicitly say it and unfortunately they can't read our minds." Gwen chimes in.

You and Dana nod, she quickly adds, "we all know our guys and sometimes they're clueless."

They both looked at each other, having the same looks on their faces, and sigh.

"Alright…'

Seemed like the older girls gave some life saving advice to the younger ones! They grow up mighty fast huh?

The boys all came down at the same time, saving you all from having actual deep and meaningful conversations. Each boy gave his girl a cup and a plate of food before they all walked away and went right back into the kitchen.

You immediately began eating your avocado toast with the other girls doing the same. Jazmin, forgetting who she was coupled up with for a second, took a sip of her coffee only to just immediately spit it out.

She groaned and placed it on the floor, "would it be mean to throw it on the plants?"

"Yes." you all say in unison making you groan again.

"I swear this man might be trying to poison me." she jokes and Dana just shrugs, "you know how he issss."

"Honestly that's like one of his cons." she replies and takes a spoonful of her eggs.

"Cons?" MJ asks and she nods, "like pros and cons."

"Ahhhh yeah.. slipped my mind." MJ responds and Jazmin chuckles, "maybe saying them out loud could help me."

"Jordan… cons… health freak-" she starts with Gwen interrupting, "great start…"

"Uhh.. I don't know.." she mumbles and shrugs.

"This is harder than I thought." she groans, making MJ chuckle, "how about just focus on the pros then?"

"Okay I can do that. He's very considerate.. funny, andddddd is good eye candy." she says with a laugh.

"Lord, this is gonna be a long day." Gwen mutters to you, making you snicker.

Everyone ate their food and took turns properly talking about their situations, more advice and jokes being thrown around, now being on a lighter note. When it was your turn to give the tea that was when someone got a text. You all quickly looked around, trying to find the phone that got the text.

Dana yelled and held her phone up, "I GOT A TEXTTTTTTT!!!!"

The guys sprinted over, nearly bumping into each other but they did not care. Dana stood got on top of the bench and read it out, "Islanders, it’s time to show off your beachy sidey and turn up the heat in today's challenge #MileHighClub #VacationVixens"

Everyone yelled, jumping up and down in celebration for the first challenge, Val doing cartwheels on the side, Peter B and Miguel doing a chest bump, and everyone else continuing to yell.

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